Stepping right into her line of vision, I take my cock and give it a good stroke. I feel fucking guilty as I do it, but I push the stupid feeling away. I’m a bastard, an asshole, and I have a fucking point to prove.
She raises her head, her eyes peering into mine.
“W-What—What are you doing?” she whispers, like someone else might hear her.
“The only reason I let girls in my room is to fuck them, and even then, I don’t let them spend the night. So, unless you’re here to fuck, or at least suck my dick, I’d advise you to get the fuck out of my bed. Don’t show back up in this bed unless you want my cock shoved somewhere inside you,” I sneer.
She flinches at my words, her hands clutching the sheets, but she doesn’t make a move to leave. I expected her to jump up from the bed and run out of here screaming like there was a fire, but she just remains staring at me.
Her eyes are filled with fear and something else…something I can’t quite pinpoint. It’s lurking just beneath the surface, threatening to transform that fear into lust, or maybe even need. For a moment, I think she might be interested in what I just told her, and that alone makes my heartbeat faster, sparking curiosity.
“You ever fuck a man before?” I growl, watching her cheeks turn a soft petal pink.
She answers me with a shake of her head, but I want to hear her say the word.
“Yes or no, or I’m going to assume you have and that might just change the way this entire thing goes.” I don’t plan to fuck her, but she doesn’t know that.
“No,” she whispers, and I wonder why the fuck she’s still sitting in here on my bed when it’s obvious she’s scared of me. Maybe she wants to tempt me, see how far I’ll go, and that’s fine with me. It’s easy for me to be an asshole. Everything else is hard.
I walk right up to the bed and continue to stroke myself. Her eyes move from my face down to my groin. Her gaze turns curious when it lifts back to mine. I smirk.
“Have you ever touched a cock before?”
“No,” she answers again. The saliva turns to concrete in my throat. She’s looking at me with doe eyes, as if she doesn’t understand why I’m asking her all these questions. It’s irritating as fuck knowing how fucking pure she is, how big of a temptation she’s going to be for me.
“Well, if you don’t get your ass off my bed, I’m going to shove mine down your throat.” Her gaze widens with fear, and without ever breaking eye contact, she stands on wobbly legs and takes small hesitant steps past me like I may reach out and grab her and toss her onto the bed. She doesn’t know I would truly never hurt her—and it needs to stay that way.
She continues out of the room at a normal pace, closing the bedroom door quietly behind her. And just like that, it’s as if she was never here—but she was. Her sweet scent fills my nostrils, reminding me she was.
What the fuck was that? I shake my head. I’m now hard as a rock and have no way but my fucking hand to relieve myself. Fuck. I’m a man, and I’ve never been one to stop myself from enjoying the pleasure of sex.
A hiss slips past my lips as I start stroking myself again. My eyes drift closed, and I suck in a deep breath, letting her intoxicating scent flood my system. I think about how she just looked at me when she walked past me. Maybe she’ll come back into my room? Maybe she’ll take me up on my offer and suck my cock?
The thought of her perfect plump lips wrapped around my cock has me grunting into the room. What would she do if she walked in now? I stroke myself harder as I think about how she was just lying right beside me all night.
I could have just reached over and fucked her any time. I imagine her whimpering and moaning in my arms and how she would call out my name in pleasure as I slipped in and out of her virgin channel. A tingle of pleasure starts to build in the bottom of my spine and my balls draw together as I think about her naked body in the shower, how my hands felt on her bare skin and how I wanted to touch every inch of exposed skin. It’s a shit thing to think, but I never promised to be a saint, and beneath all the fucked up pieces of her soul, she’s still a woman—a very beautiful women.
I bite my bottom lip, my teeth sinking into the flesh as I pump my shaft harder. Two more strokes and I explode, the orgasm ripping through me with brute force. My muscles tense, and my entire body shakes as I come all over the bed sheet so close to where Sophie was just curled up not too long ago. An image of her covered in my cum enters my mind. I stroke myself a few more times, trying to elongate the pleasure.
Then, I sigh, realizing I beat off to the image and thoughts of her.
How the fuck has she weaseled her way under my skin so fast? I shake my head and pull the sheet off the bed. Throwing it into the corner, I go back to the bathroom to clean my sticky cum off my hand, unable to stop wondering what my cum would look like on her creamy skin. Fuck, I need to stop thinking about this chick. She’s a virgin. I don't fuck virgins. Not that I'd fuck her anyway. She's not my type. At least…that's what I'm going to keep telling myself.
I pull on some shorts and make my way out into the kitchen. I need to eat something before the pills kick in and I lose my fucking appetite. I take two high calorie protein shakes out of the fridge, screw off the lid of the first one, and down it in one sip. Opening the second one, I drink on it slower.
I try to concentrate on my plans for the day. I need to go to the gym, work out a little, then Ivan wants me to come by the compound again.
I almost growl at the thought. I hope the fucker doesn't expect me to wear a suit today…or any other day. It's not happening. I run through my schedule in my head once more, but images of the sweet angel in my guest room sneak into my thoughts.
I wonder what her story is. Who gave her the bruises on her back?
I down the rest of the shake and toss it into the trash. I can already feel the Adderall kicking in, my aggression fading into a fuzzy feeling that leaves me somewhat content. Guilt tickles my senses. I shouldn't be taking the fucking pills, but they give me the edge I need to keep winning fights and that's the only thing that truly matters to me.
Grabbing another shake from the fridge, I head back toward the guest room and open the door without bothering to knock. She overstepped my boundaries by sneaking into my bedroom and sleeping in my bed without my knowledge, so it’s only fair I overstep hers.
My steps falter just inside the door when I find her sitting on the bed, her eyes locked on mine. The fear I saw in them earlier has vanished. She looks content, maybe even at peace. The dark circles under her eyes have faded, making her face seem brighter. I step right up to the side of the bed and hold the bottle out to her.
“Drink this,” I order. “If you’re still hungry after that, you can go to the kitchen and get yourself whatever you want. Room service ends today.”
“Uh, okay…” She seems taken back by my tone. “Thank you.” She takes the bottle from my hand, our fingers touching briefly. As soon as her skin touches mine, an electric current runs through me and into her, connecting us in some way.
I pull my hand away quickly, not wanting her to notice, but when I look at her, it’s clear she felt the same thing. My eyes roam over her body. She's still wearing my shirt, and though I don't mind, I don't think that's what she'll want to wear forever. I imagine eventually she’ll want to go out places and do things, and she can’t do either wearing my shirt as a dress.