Her question made me look down at it and rub it gently. “It’s good, getting better every day. No pain. Doc and my physical therapist cleared me to come out on this trip. I’ve just been laying up for the past four weeks resting and shit. Hot water really makes it feel good after a workout, and I’ve got the perfect view of the water from my shower.”
“Oh, yeah?”
“Yeah, since your ass took the master suite, I guess they figured they’d put the better bathroom in another room. But it’s all glass and open for the world to see.”
“The beach outside our villa is private.”
“Good, because I don’t need the next TMZ headline to be about pictures of my dick.” I chuckled.
She smirked. “Yeah, we wouldn’t want that.”
“Aight, well I’m about to go hit up that shower now. Thanks for the pep talk, Cass.”
seven
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Day Three
Cassidy
I’d woken up to see the sun sitting over the Caribbean Sea for the second day in a row and was still completely in awe. If I could bottle it up and take it back home to Cali, then I would. Instead, I rolled over and grabbed my phone to take a picture from the balcony outside my bedroom.
“This is so beautiful,” I mumbled as my eyes oscillated around the beauty in front of me. The glistening, turquoise waters ran for miles. My neck sluggishly lurched to the right, and my entire body froze up like a glacier. There, in all his glory, Hendrix stood in his boxed-out glass shower that overlooked the ocean just like he said it did. He was also right when he said he had the better bathroom. My eyes continued down his body, devouring the length of him. His tatted torso was almost completely covered in ink. I studied the curve of his biceps as he pressed his hand against the glass fogging up by the second. Seconds later, I saw his abs flex as his right hand curved around his long, hard dick.
“Oh shit,” I muttered, eyes glued to the vision.
My bottom lip practically grazed against my chin, hanging open wide. Any doubt I had prior about what Hendrix Croft had swinging in between his legs had been put to rest. What he possessed was enough to break up families. His teeth gripped his bottom lip as he continued to stroke the caramel monster I was sure he should’ve had both hands on. My thighs quivered, but as embarrassed as I was, I couldn’t tear my eyes away for one second. I felt like a complete animal for watching,gawking even, as my pussy thumped like the drums in a HBCU marching band. The longer I watched, the juicier the inside of my thighs became. I observed his sexy, seat of a face, suddenly aching in lust a dozen feet away. As turned on as I was, I couldn’t help but feel a twinge of curiosity. I wanted to know what it was like to get fucked withthat;doggedby that. As internally frustrated as I was, I secretly welcomed the release.I can’t be back up on my bullshit so soon after a breakup, can I?I thought to myself.
My heart stopped the moment his eyes focused on mine. I could only imagine the thoughts racing through his head. I quickly tore my eyes away and swiped my disheveled hair out of my face before dodging back inside. I couldn’t stand to be in the path of his vision any longer. I was completely mortified, yet extremely horny. My feet quickened over to my suitcase as I flipped it upside down over my bed and spilled the contents out in search of my vibrator. Once I locked eyes on the purple lifesaver, I darted into the bathroom and locked the door behind me. My heartrate throbbed just as violently as my pussy.Maybe there was a slight chance he didn’t see me,I thought as I turned on the shower and stripped down. A cold shower and a quick masturbation session were my safest bets to cool the fire that the sight of him ignited in me.
Thoughts nastier than porn raced through my head as I imagined every inch of him inside me. After I came three times back-to-back, I let the shower water heat up and cleansed my body from head to toe. I had defeated the beast, if only momentarily. I had to put the focus back on keeping my composure around him because the more time I spent around him, I unraveled like a cheap spool of yarn. Twenty minuteslater, I stepped out of the foggy bathroom only to have Hendrix’s voice hit my ears before my eyes were greeted by his presence. He was live and in color and sitting on the edge of my bed.
“Did you enjoy the show?” he queried.
eight
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Hendrix
She stopped dead in her tracks when she saw me perched on the edge of her bed amongst all the other things flung across it.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she said, tightening her grasp on the plush, white bathrobe clinging to her naked body.
I smirked. It was clear she was both flustered and embarrassed. “I saw you watching me.”
“Please, don’t flatter yourself. Nobody was lookin’ at you. I barely saw anything.”
“Yeah, aight. Whatever you say, but we both know you’re curious.”
She chuckled. “Boy, bye! Why would I be curious? It’s not my first time seeing a dick.”
“I thought you said you barely saw anything,” I reminded her.
She sucked her teeth. “Whatever. Can you get out of my room so I can get dressed?”
“Oh, so you kicking me out when you were the one invading my privacy in the first place?”
