“Confused as always,” I answered, cock now at full attention.
Think unsexy thoughts…
“No thanks to the fae woman,” he responded, his lips twitching.
Was he about to smile?
“Absolutely,” I agreed. “The sooner she’s dead, the sooner I can get rid of this headache.”
His throat bobbed as he swallowed, eyes locked onto me. “Do you want…erm…do you want some pills?”
It’d be a cute gesture if the line wasn’t delivered with such frostiness. “Figurative headache. At least at the moment.”
He nodded, glancing at one of the two exits—two sets of stairs connecting to the gym above.
“Are you swimming?” I asked.
“I…maybe later.”
“You can join me, if you like.” I spoke a tad too huskily.
Shit.
He blanched, backing away. “Thanks again.” Hemade a sharp exit, and I stopped myself from ogling his perky buns.
The man hated me and hated having to thank me.
And that only made me hornier.
I took my lust to the pool showers and found the release I truly needed from all the drama. I pleasured myself under the hot spray, stroking my cock with wild abandon until my cum sprayed the white tiles.
Twice. I pulled myself off twice. But it still wasn’t enough. I needed more, to feel the weight of a man on me, to connect with flesh, to feel kisses, to lose myself in red-hot lust. And soon. This itch couldn’t go on for much longer.
Chapter 12
OLLIE
That body.
That slender build, those defined abs, every inch of him toned and tight, his left nipple ring like a golden beacon ready to be clamped between my teeth. He didn’t look real, too perfect to be made of flesh. Flawless to the point of annoying. A walking slice of pure sex appeal.
And hot. So hot in fact I was lying on my bed covered in cum after beating my dick furiously.
I blinked up at the ceiling, panting, wondering what happened next.
You stop this crap,my mind warned me.
This meant nothing. This was just me appreciating the aesthetics of a good-looking man, the cuddly aftermath of him healing me still swimming in my veins. Fantasies were healthy with no real weight to them. Me wanking on my bed over The Sun was afrivolous way to pass the morning. I’d file it away as a moment of madness, never to be repeated.
Until you see him in something skimpy again…
Those damn trunks!
I rolled off the bed and hit the shower in my ensuite bathroom, scrubbing myself clean. Turned the hot water cold to shock my system and clear my head.
Thinking about him like that felt so good,an errant thought rolled in my head.
Maybe, but it would remain a thinking-only thing. Nothing more than that. No matter how much his blue eyes twinkled, or how his sonorous American-fused-with-British accent made my balls tighten.
