They like each other.
That was pretty awesome. I’d always wondered if Cocoa would like another dog in the house, and based on this, it looked like she would.
A few minutes later, Levi’s bedroom door creaked open, and a fully dressed mountain man stood there staring at me.
He’d thrown on jeans and a flannel shirt, but in his haste, he hadn’t managed to get all the buttons done. I still had a generous view of his chest, and I could see that he was breathing hard. Something had gotten him all worked up.
He almost took my breath away, he was so good-looking.
And that look on his face made me feel like he wanted to pounce on me. For some reason that idea sounded divine.
Chapter 7
Levi
Before coming out, I took a minute to jack off furiously into one of my old socks.
I locked my bedroom door and whipped myself out. Listening for any sounds of her approaching down the hall, I stroked myself hard and fast.
It was embarrassing as hell that I’d gone hard at the sight of her.
But she’d checked out my dick atleasthalf a dozen times. Any man would have gone hard with that amount of attention from a woman like her.
Having this beautiful stranger ogling me so openly had turned me on like nothing I’d ever experienced before. When I’d realized she’d been studying the bulge in my underwear, I’d wanted to drop them and give her arealshow.
Just the idea of it made my cock strain in my hands. What if Ihadtugged my underwear down to show off my beast? Would she have run away? Or stood there with that same entranced look on her face?
Fuck, I was going to come fast.
I gripped myself tighter and stroked faster, a feverish blur taking over my movements.
Shit. I forgot to tell her where the bathroom is.
She was probably standing out there waiting for me while I did this.
The idea of that turned me on even more. She was so close right now. Just twenty feet away.
If she had any idea what I’m doing right now, she’d run screaming again. Or come take a closer look.
I didn’t know anything about her other than her name, and I wanted to drag her straight into my bedroom and keep her there for a week straight.
As I stroked, I thought about that red sweater she’d been wearing. The one that clung to her breasts, highlighting their soft curve. They were perky and high, standing at attention in that pretty sweater, the material thin enough that I’d been able to make out the hard tips of her nipples jutting through the fabric.
I wanted to go rabid on her, kiss every inch of her body. Then bury my cock in her.
Precum was spilling out of my tip now while I imagined going back out there and tugging that sweater up, testing how soft her tits really were.
And that was all it took.
Holy fucking shit.
A steady stream of come shot out of me and into the sock. I grunted as I came, probably too loud. But I couldn’t hold it back. She’d probably heard that.
I’d come fast. Faster than usual.
But it wasn’t every day that a Christmas present showed up on my doorstep. Especially one with a soft, festive sweater clinging to her curves, and pretty, kissable lips begging for an inspection.
I quickly wiped myself down with the sock and got dressed.
