Panic sears through every cell in my body and everything around me feels instantly smaller. I lean to the left but he follows, blocking me. Then shift to the right but it’s the same.
“Get out of my way.” I nudge him to the side and stand, stepping away from the isolation of the bunk and the man I can’t stop thinking about doing unthinkable things with.
How does he know?
How could he know?
Hannah would have told me if she told him and as I glance in her direction, her wide-eyed, surprised expression is exactly what I would expect. So, how does he fucking know?
I turn around, unable to face him and place my hands on the wall between our bunks. I hang my head as I go through every moment of today. Every conversation, every touch, all theflirting. I knew it was aimed toward both of us, but when he would feel my discomfort he would be extra flirty with Hannah, playing it off.
Not now, though. Now he’s calling out all the silent moments that passed between the two of us today and he knows I went to the sex club, specifically the glory hole.
“Ask me how I know,” he says again. This time it’s a whisper in my ear as his body steps up behind mine, getting closer than he ever has.
I flip around and my back presses up against the wall, creating the space I need from him and his alluring scent. That same masculine scent from last night when he was wrapped in just a towel and his golden skin was still glistening from the shower.
My cock stirs behind my pants at the thought, and at his proximity, but the worry still laces through me.
I’m slightly taller but slouched back, so we’re eye-to-eye and it feels like he towers over me as he steps closer. His eyes are dark and burning with a fire I’ve never seen. They’re lustful, determined, and begging for an answer that I can’t seem to pull out of myself.
I’m angry and embarrassed and rage fills my chest. I want to push him away but my arms are heavy and my feet stay planted as I press my body harder into the wall.
“You’re mistaken,” I’m able to finally breathe out a shaken answer. It’s a lie, but it’s something.
A self-assured smirk tugs at the corner of his lip.
His knowing eyes don’t leave mine as he presses his right palm into the brick wall behind me, caging me in. My breath grows heavy as his left hand grabs my right and he peers down, appraising it, tracing his thumb gently over the line of my scar.
I want to move. I want to pull back, but my body is frozen. The sensitive touch sends a bolt of electricity through me and an unknown excitement spirals through my body.
“I know because this gorgeous, scarred hand slid through that hole giving me the best fucking handjob I’ve ever had in my life.”
“Oh, fuck,” I spit out with his confession and swallow hard. “Fuck.”
Pulling away, I run my hand down my face, attempting to wash away the words.
It was him?It was him.
My mind reels through every second of every moment that happened in that room. How comfortable he made me feel. How much he wanted to please me. How loud he moaned when I kept jerking him off after he told me he was close. How determined I was to please him.
Against my will, my cock hardens behind my pants and I can’t help but flex my hips forward. The movement is small but enough for him to notice.
“Your cock tasted so good coming down my throat.” He leans his body into mine, our cocks flush against each other as he rolls his clothed hips into mine and my breath catches in my throat. “I want to hear you moan again, but this time I want your eyes on me while you scream out my name.”
I shake my head. Not believing that this man was the same man in the room next to mine, as I fed my cock unknowingly through that hole. It throbs again at the thought and I hate how fucking turned on I am by just the memory of him.
“No?” His lips form a tight line as he nods slowly. One foot lifts as he starts to take a step back, respecting my space, but that’s not what I want.
I need him to conquer it, take it over and not allow me the chance to think about it.
I need him to destroy all the negative thoughts I’ve had about this moment.
I need him to shatter all the things holding me back.
But I can’t form any words.
My arm rockets out to his chest, gripping onto his shirt and he freezes. Dane peers down at his chest, staring at my clenched, shaking hand, then his eyes trail down my body. I’m cemented into the wall, stiff everywhere except the nervous tremble in my hands, yet the bulge in my pants screams for attention. He notices and blinks as his eyes rise back up to meet mine.
