Oh holy hell.
My mouth waters as I take him in, from his damp, black hair, his chiseled back, his towel encased ass, to his bare feet. His torso and skin, awash in colorful ink, lined with deep cuts of muscles. His biceps drawn tight as his hands grip the edge of the vanity. I watch as droplets of water drip from his damp hair, down his neck, running down the valleys and dips of his back, and I have the urge to chase each one with my tongue, stopping their decent before they disappear beneath his towel. The towel, which is hiding what I assume to be a beautiful ass, judging by the rest of his sculpted body. From the reflection of the mirror, his head is dipped, but I can see his chest and abs reflect the same meticulous cuts of muscle, which are only achieved by hours of working out in the gym. Droplets of water cling to his body like morning dew.
My panties are growing increasingly damp. I’m alarmed at how quickly I’m being turned on by my little voyeur act. I should feel perverted; Instead, I rub my thighs together as I watch his reflection. I came here to wait for him so we can sleep, but now that I’ve stumbled upon this, I can’t seem to find it within myself to make my presence known. There is something so hot, so erotic, and even freeing, about watching him without him knowing I’m here.
I slowly lower myself until I’m sitting at the edge of his bed. I can’t look away. And the truth is, I absolutely don’t want to.
Sucking in a sharp breath of air, I clap my hand over my mouth to stifle the sound. Because at that moment, Alex loosened and dropped the towel, which was draped around his hips. Not only does this give me the perfect view of his tight, muscular ass, but in the reflection of the mirror, my eyes lock onto his rock hard erection.
My heart beat kicks up double time, knowing I should leave, but I can’t look away. I watch as he takes his cock in his hand, tightly wrapping his fist around himself. He strokes upward toward the head, slightly twisting his fist when he nears the end, then drags it back down. Slowly up, back down. Repeat. Entirely unaware that I’m mere feet away, watching the entire show.
His pace quickens, the muscles of his ass tightening as he thrusts himself farther, faster, harder into his hand. And I can’t take it anymore. My hormones grip me so tightly, I drop my hand from my mouth and slither my palm over my breasts, taking a moment to squeeze each one and pinch my nipples into stiff points. Wanting to feel more, I grip the hem of Alex’s tee shirt and tuck it beneath my chin, exposing my breasts to the chilly air. As the ache between my legs nears unbearable, I slip my hand down my belly and skate my fingers through the wetness between my folds. Lifting my heels and resting them on the edge of the bed, I coat my fingers with my arousal. I draw the wetness up to lubricate my clit and focus on rubbing myself there. Slowly at first, then working myself up to match the pace of his thrusts as he jerks himself off in his bathroom. I bite my cheek hard to contain the moan burning low in my throat.
Alex’s hips pump and the grunts and groans he’s emitting only spur me on further. His eyes are closed, his brows pinched tight as his mouth hangs slightly open. I can hear his quick, harsh breathing from the bedroom. He quietly moans my name and picks up his pace. It’s all the affirmation I need that I’m doing the right thing by pushing him into having me. I need him to have me. All of me.
I tip my head back, keeping my eyes trained on his cock. Using one hand, I pull my panties all the way off to the side, entirely exposing my pussy, and with the other, I glide two fingers inside. I can feel myself clench. I’ve never had an orgasm before, but I’m on the right track. I can feel it. Just a little bit longer, and maybe I can finish.
His grunts become louder, his breathing faster as he tightly squeezes the purple head of his cock in his fist. His hips thrust in a galloping rhythm, and my hand works inside me, fingering myself to match his pace. As his body stiffens, my body shatters into a million pieces, a scream tears from my throat, and I have no control left to stop it. I did it. I’m coming, and I can’t seem to stop as I release another breathy moan.
Alex’s eyes snap to mine, our gaze locking in the mirror as my orgasm rolls over me, my body shudders, and I watch as his cock jerks, spilling his cum all over his hand and the sink before him. This is a staring contest I’m not about to lose, even as his eyes darken lustfully to nearly black.
“Shelby,” he growls deeply, the sound awakening my body once more even though I’ve just come. I watch as his heated gaze travels the length of my body perched on his bed. My flushed cheeks, breasts swollen with bright red nipples still hard with arousal, down my abdomen until his eyes lock onto my exposed pussy, which I can feel is slick with my come.
“God, Shel, I’m sorry. I couldn’t…I tried so hard not to. To not be like those men who use you in their minds.”
“You are nothing like those men,” I whisper vehemently. I lift my hips and pull my panties down my legs. “I want you to watch me.”
In several long strides, he’s standing in front of me, his hand wrapping around the base of my skull and his face mere inches from mine.
“I really want to bury my face between your legs until you’re screaming, but I can wait. Need you to show me what you just did. Up close, baby.” In one swift move, he’s dropping to his knees, and his lips touch my inner thigh.
I comply, looking into dark eyes as I pump my fingers inside myself.
“God, baby. So fucking good.”
That tension in my lower abdomen is building again, but this time, I don’t want to bring myself there.
“Touch me. Please, I’m begging you. Put your fingers inside me. Make me come again.”
“Fuck,” he growls and buries his face in my thigh.
I pull my fingers from myself, instantly wanting to mourn the loss of pleasure, and reach out for him. “Make me feel good, Alex.”
He snatches my wrist so fast I startle and sucks my index finger into his mouth. His eyes close, and he moans.
“Put me in you, Shelby. Guide me home.”
His words bring a burst of pleasure, and I immediately comply. I try not to be self-conscious as I tug his hand toward me and place his palm over my damp center.
“One or two,” he growls.
I don’t get it. But then he presses the knuckles of one finger against my pussy and repeats it with two. “One or two?”
“Two. I want as much of you as I can handle.”
He pumps his fingers into me, and I’m unable to speak anymore because by the fourth stroke, my body is splintering again, a bright white light blinding my vision from the sheer power of my orgasm. This time, I let myself scream his name while my body shudders in his arms.
“Come again so soon? You’re a naughty fucking girl, aren’t you, Shelby?” he coaxes me, as he continues to pleasure my body. I’m helpless except to hold on for the ride. My body feels exquisite in his arms, my nails clenching into his shoulders for purchase, my legs thrashing against his sides while he works his magic with his hand. The dirty words he’s whispering have another orgasm building within minutes. It feels impossible. I’ve never had an orgasm before this, and now I’ve had two, but evidently with Alex, sex is something he’s really, really good at.
“Did you like watching me jerk myself off? Answer me.”
“Mm-hmm,” I moan as he hits that sweet spot over and over again.