Imade sure to get up even earlier than usual so I had time to cook all the stuff I had bought at Riddick’s request.
My dick was hard as a rock when I woke up, but I forced myself to ignore it. I hadn’t beaten off the night before, and I almost felt like starting a tally of how many days in a row I could go without busting a nut.
Happily – ignoring it seemed to work, and soon, my morning wood faded away, and I forgot all about it.
When Riddick walked into my shack, I was tucking into a massive breakfast with eggs, pancakes, bacon, and sausage.
Suddenly, it felt like all the blood rushed to my groin again, and I nearly choked on a bite of fluffy, syrup-soaked pancakes as my gaze collided with his.
He felt larger than life, standing there in my little shack, staring at me with that piercing look he always had.
“Morning,” I greeted him around the mouthful of food that I suddenly seemed to be having a hard time swallowing.
He didn’t respond. Instead, he approached the table and critically examined the spread of food I had laid out in front of me.
I sat a little straighter, hoping he was happy with what I made, but he didn’t comment.
He looked at me, his lips pursing into a hard line, and I fidgeted in my seat.
He was so fuckingintense.
It was like I couldfeelthe heat radiating off of him. After my chat with Turtle yesterday, I was more willing to admit that I was insanely attracted to him, and the idea of that fascinated me.
I’d never been attracted to a man before, so I found myself examining every inch of him, trying to decide what it was about him that turned me on so much.
Was it his broad shoulders? Or was it the memory of how he had effortlessly tossed me against the wall and wrapped one of those massive hands around my throat?
What would it feel like to kiss him? Would I like the roughness of his stubble against my skin? His hair was thick and shiny too, like a girl’s hair. Would it feel just as good to thread my fingers in it while he?—”
“Did you drink?” he asked, snapping me out of my fantasy.
“Uhm, no.”
“Smoke?”
“No.”
“Fuck?” The word shot through me like a lightning bolt, and suddenly I wanted to know more than anything what it would feel like to be fucked by Riddick. To have that large body spread out on top of me.
My dick swelled between my legs at the thought, and I was hella grateful he didn’t have x-ray vision and could see through the table.
“No, Riddick,” I breathed, unable to tear my gaze away from his burning blue eyes.
“You do anything else I should know about?” It was the same question he’d asked me yesterday, and again, I assumed he was asking me if I beat off, though I didn’t make that quite as obvious this time.
“No,” I replied honestly.
He stared at me for one more long moment as if waiting to see if he would catch me in a lie. After I passed his weird little lie detector test, he finally nodded curtly.
“How are you feeling?”
His question surprised me.
How was I feeling? Well, besides beinghorny as fuck,I was definitely feeling the effects of yesterday’s workout, and I told him as much.
“Sore and stiff.”
He bobbed his head in acknowledgment of my response.
