Oh, this is bad.
I’ll cave like a cheap folding chair.
He shakes the shirt out and sets it on the counter, turning slightly so I can make out his back. And what I see makes me inhale sharply.
Scars. Long strips of them. As if his skin was peeled from him and left to heal.
He peers over his shoulder at me, those dark eyes igniting.
“Will you tell me what happened?” I choke out.
“Perhaps,” he says and then removes his pants and underwear in one fell swoop, leaving me staring at his glorious ass. My eyes move down his legs, and I see a large bruise on his ankle.
What is that from?
He’s never shown me his body before. This must be his way of apologizing to me. Letting me in. Just a glimpse, but it’ssomething.
My anger dissipates with each glimpse he gives me. And when he turns and enters the shower, showing me his cock and balls, I feel my mouth water.
Oh yes. I want to choke on that.
I stand there with the towel hanging next to me, water dripping down my skin as I watch him wash himself. His chest, his armpits, his dick.
I want to run my hands across his body, but I know he won’t let me.
So I just stand there, letting my hand slip down to my hard length as I watch him. Fuck, he’s so hot. My brain can’t handle all that skin. It’s perfect.
The water shuts off, and a very naked, very wet Georgiy appears, grabbing a towel and running it across his chest.
“Stop touching yourself and get into bed.”
“I want to look at you some more.”
He continues to rub the towel down his body, and I can’t help but stroke myself. The sight of him is too alluring, too good. I want to rub my face all over him, paint his skin with my cum.
He moves up to me and clutches the front of my neck roughly.
“You know I could kill you just like this.”
“While I’m naked?” I rasp, my fist moving faster over my cock.
He huffs, and then his hand leaves my neck, making me exhale loudly.
“Get into bed, Bane. I won’t ask again.”
He hangs up his towel before stalking off toward the bedroom. And I can do nothing but trail after him, my own towel falling onto the ground in a heap. When he stops near the bed and points to it, I start to stroke my dick again.
“In.”
“Are you getting in naked?” I gasp.
“Yes.”
I crawl into that bed so fast that the covers fall onto the floor. Georgiy sighs and then bends down to rearrange them. As he does, he eyes the tent between my legs made by the sheets.
It’s not going down. Not with him naked right in front of me. It’s too much for all my senses. I’m a total slut for him.
“I have a hole you can stick that dick in, if you want to.”
