“Your friend said I was too much man for you,” he breathed but made no effort to stop my fingers on their slow journey toward his belt buckle. “It might be prudent if we slowed down.”
“Prudent?” I giggled but kept from snorting, a small victory. “Katie probably just wanted you for herself.”
“She did say she’d circle back,” he replied.
“But you only had eyes for little old me,” I said, slow and low. Katie always said it was best for brisket and sounding sexy, though I’d never seen her cook anything more complicated than a grilled cheese.
“I had my eyes on my objective,” he said, though his voice sounded hollow.
“How… dispassionate.” My fingers crept across his belt to his pants. “Though this here feels pretty passionate to me.”
My fingertips found the outline of his penis through his suit pants. His breath hitched but he kept his hands to his sides, neither stopping nor encouraging me. Those first tentative touches gave way to further exploration. He was hard, hot to the touch even through his clothes. My fingers traced lower, following it toward his left thigh and down.
I’d only touched three men like this, Alexei included. Neither of the others had anything close to what he had hidden here. Maybe Katie was right. He might have been too much of a man for me, especially for my first time.
A shiver took my shoulders, spurred me to continue. I wouldn’t back down to him, didn’t want to stop. The character I put on took me. I went method and let myself pretend, if only for a few minutes.
Before, I’d told Alexei he could have had me on his yacht for dinner willingly. He could have just approached, flashed his smile and started to speak, no kidnapping or threat of violence necessary.
With my fingers trailing up and down his concealed penis, I envisioned the two of us, minus the abduction baggage. We were just a hot guy and an eager, willing woman. In her headspace, I’d know what to do, how to respond.
She wouldn’t go catatonic, overthinking her next move the moment she touched the man’s penis for one thing. Penis? Thinking clinically didn’t help either and sent me right back into my head for more overthinking.
I forced my eyes up. They fluttered worse than my stomach when they met his. The desire I searched for arrived after I turned shy and averted my eyes; it burned in them scalding blue.
My face twisted into a smile at my inevitable victory. A hint of a grin crossed his, a huge display given his usual control. He missed my sinister intentions and I fought to keep the smile from turning fiercer.
“I think you’ve got my other suitors beat here,” I whispered, low and slow like Katie had told me to do. “Did your spies stake out their bathrooms to find their size? You seem like the type of guy who thinks every detail counts.”
“I left out the photos I have of Di Pozzo with the dominatrix,” he replied between deep breaths. Too bad the shirt was in the way.
He held his hand up, thumb and forefinger about two inches apart. One of his eyebrows rose and a resonant chuckle escaped his lips.
“No wonder he was into… CBT, was it?” My fingers stroked up to the base of his pe— no, cock. Pressing harder, I shifted my thumb down.
“Oh, no.” His hand blurred out, fast as a striking snake and latched around my wrist with just enough pressure to move it an inch away. “I’m not into that. That’s Tommy Di Pozzo’s kink.”
“Never know til you try.” I giggled and my other hand moved to his concealed cock. “Don’t worry, I won’t hurt you. But… think of how much power I’m holding in my hands. I never expected you to be so trusting.”
“I trust you about as much as you trust me.” A chuckle rattled from his mouth, harsh but his chest stretched against the shirt with each one. Too bad he still had it on.
“If you didn’t trust me, you’d never let me do this,” I whispered, our eyes fixed on each other’s.
Mine broke contact first. My hands slid to his belt. An image of the first guy I’d ever done more than kiss came to my mind as I tried to open his belt. That boy had fumbled at my bra so long we lost the moment and only spoke in awkward, stilted greetings afterwards.
The damn thing finally opened. The weight of his belt dragged it down. Only black boxer briefs kept his cock from view. Its outline stretched the fabric. My fingers dug under the waistband and I pulled them down too. The first hint of hair against my fingertips halted the advance. A deep breath later, his earthy cologne dancing in my nose, I tugged them lower.
He sprang free. I flinched at the sudden moment but stared it his ready weapon. Unleashed, it seemed even bigger than it felt. Before, he’d said he wouldn’t hurt me. I almost believed him, even. If we went all the way, he’d end up going back on that promise. I didn’t need to go all the way to escape though.
My hand reached out. My eyes hadn’t left it but I didn’t need to look up to know Alexei’s focus. I felt his intense stare, his desire, for me. Fingers trembled when I finally touched him without clothes between us. Warm and surprisingly smooth, my fingers explored him anew.
I leaned closer, mouth open. Every one of Katie’s numerous tips on giving a good blow job swam through my head at once, drowning me. Alexei’s hand dropped to my shoulder, patting it in a soothing circle.
“You don’t have to,” he whispered.
No, but I wanted to escape, and I wanted to do more. Maybe it was the character I’d tried to evoke or my mention of the power he gave me, letting me so close to such a sensitive organ, but I squirmed with a little excitement.
“I know what I’m doing,” I lied and leaned even closer.
