Dark, seductive places that it should never go.
His words pierced my body with heat. I’d wanted him to show me just how dark he could be, but I couldn’t do that. Could I?
Sliding out of the bed, I open the door while peering into the hallway.
His room is straight across from mine. I’m wondering if that was a happy coincidence. His door isn’t shut; it’s like an invitation to walk inside. My feet shuffle from side to side.
I can’t invade his privacy after all. What if he caught me peeping into his room? What would he think? He’d probably think I was a weirdo if he didn’t already.
But as I argue with myself, my feet move towards his room. Opening the door wider, I step inside but find it empty. I can hear water. Glancing into the mirror, my mouth gapes open.
There he is stood in the shower, I can see the water cascading down his heavenly muscles, his tanned skin looks like perfection as the water slowly glides across it, his toned firm ass clenches and I bite my lip to stifle a moan that’s begging to be released but as my eyes roam lower, I see the monster that he’s been hiding in his pants, my mouth gapes open at the size of his hardened cock that bobs happily beneath the water.
I shouldn’t be looking at this, but try as I might, I can’t tear my eyes away from his body.
His eyes suddenly meet mine.
Shit.
This is the part where I should flee in embarrassment. I can already feel my cheeks burning with heat, but still my eyes are fixed on the scene before me.
I’m in a trance and I just can’t tear my eyes away, he moves the shower door wider so I can see him more clearly, he’s taunting me on purpose as he grips hold of his large hardened cock running his hands firmly up his shaft his eyes never leave mine.
Once more I bite my lip; he smirks at me while a soft groan can be heard falling from his lips.
My body trembles, and I shake my head before turning and running back to my room.
Shit.
Oh shit.
Oh shit.
How was I supposed to face him now after I’d seen that?
It was fine when it was a fantasy in my head, but seeing the reality of what he had hidden in his trousers, that is all I’d be able to picture every time my eyes went south.
God, Brooklyn, you just couldn’t do as you were told could you, you couldn’t just go to bed like he’d said.
You had to take it one step further and go spy on him.
Flopping onto the bed, screaming into the pillow, I wonder what the hell has gotten into me, and I know that answer too.
Dean Walker hadn’t gotten into me, but oh boy did I want him in me.
I wanted to be down on my knees, allowing the water to cascade down my body as I tasted him.
I wanted to taste this sinful man on my lips.
I wanted to be the reason he groaned his pleasure. That slight moan had me soaking wet. There was nothing sexier than aman’s moans, and I wanted Dean Walker moaning beneath my touch.
Undressing quickly, I lay on the bed. If I couldn’t have him for real, I’d have him in my head. How many times had I fucked myself over the years thinking of him? Too many to count.
It seemed so much more sinful doing it knowing he was only across the hall, my legs parted as push past my slippery wetness, finally dipping my fingers inside.
Feeling the hot depths of my pussy drip at the thought of laying beneath Dean Walker, the man who had brought me many orgasms over the years.
Pushing my fingers further, the tremors crawl across my body, moans slip from my lips as my hips jut with every forceful push as my fingers enter my hot centre.
