Total pages in book: 114
Estimated words: 106003 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 530(@200wpm)___ 424(@250wpm)___ 353(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 106003 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 530(@200wpm)___ 424(@250wpm)___ 353(@300wpm)
I’ve been lusted after, admired, but never in this way, and I can’t help teasing him a bit when I first gather the loose fabric above my navel, showing him a sliver of bare skin.
My temples pulse. My lips heat up, longing for touch, but I know I need to be patient with this strange man, so I finally pull up the fabric, presenting him with my slim form, my pink nipples, and golden skin.
“You’re… very beautiful,” Creep says with a deep exhale, and shifts his weight. Is he already getting a boner? I’m flattered.
“Just wait until you see the rest of me,” I tease, stepping out of my slip-ons. My finger slides along the waist of my pants, and I meet his gaze, one brow up. Your move, Creep.
His eyes grow wider as if I’ve cast a spell on him, and it’s kinda cute that he seems to be calculating what to do, because we both know he wants to see me naked. And for that, he needs to pay the toll. It’s both hot and a little fun that he wants me this much.
“Just ignore the… you know,” he says and pink once more graces his face as he unbuttons his jeans. He has such beautiful hands. Big, veiny, with long fingers, adorned with inked stars. He bites his nails, but that’s nothing a manicure can’t fix.
I want for this man to need me like we both need air, so when his erection is released, I do everything but ignore it. I don’t know how that would be possible, really. I gasp at the sight of the glistening tip, but he’s asked me to not pay attention to it, so I quell the need to get down to my knees and sample what he’s been packing. My mouth waters anyway.
I slide off my pants. The briefs go too, and I’m facing him naked, my own cock half hard, but if I get any closer to Creep, it will soon be bobbing against my lower stomach, eager for touch. “Look at me,” I whisper.
My ego is the size of Jupiter when he glances from my cock to my face and back. I’m pretty proud of making him speechless. Suddenly, the pale light in the bathroom feels intimate, and I’m dying to be closer to him, whatever it is that ends up happening between us tonight.
“I’m sorry, I can’t help it,” Creep says and covers his crotch.
Is he really apologizing for reacting to my naked body? I don’t know what to make of it, but one way or another, I will find out more about him. I will have him cover me with his toned form like a jaguar about to bite into my neck.
I can almost sense his warm breath already.
“For what?” I continue in a low voice, resting my hip against the wall. “I would be offended if that didn’t happen in this situation.”
A wink.
Then, I step into the shower stall, which is, thankfully, large enough for both of us.
Creep follows me warily. “I know I’m not as attractive as other men, and then you’re so perfect, an angel even in name, and I’m staring like I deserve to watch you,” he mutters and turns his head to the wall.
I have a feeling that confusion will be my devoted companion throughout the evening. I don’t know who convinced Creep he’s not attractive enough to sleep with the likes of me, your average twink with very little to his name, but outright rebuffing what he’s saying might have the opposite effect, so I grab the showerhead and place it against my chest as I gently turn the handle. The water’s cold at first, but I pretend it doesn’t affect me, so he doesn’t feel guilty. He still flinches a little at the sound, even though I didn’t turn on high pressure.
“I don’t know whether you deserve it or not, but I want you to look. I want you to be excited when you imagine being close to me.”
Creep leans against the wall, and the light bulb glitches a few times as if we’re in a horror movie and he’s about to change form in those brief moments of darkness. My imagination is getting the best of me.
“Why?” he utters, but his eyes are back on me, feasting.
Asked in such a straightforward way, I’m not going to beat around the bush.
“Because I want you too. I want us to be close together in this hot shower,” I say as the water on my skin becomes lukewarm. “I want you to touch me. And lick me,” I add, meeting his gaze.
A sharp intake of breath echoes over the colorful tiles. His nostrils flare. His cock twitches, and I’m on the verge of approaching to touch it. But I can’t do that when he’s being so hesitant. Is he… a virgin? That would make a lot of sense. I shouldn’t, but I’m a little giddy at the thought.