Page 17 of Alex

“Boyfriend? Girlfriend?” I ignore her question and continue asking my own.

“No and no. Why are you asking?” She puts her free hand on her hip and holds my clothes in the other.

“I’m asking because you keep calling me Papi like you want me to make you scream it.” Fuck it if she smacks me, I know I don’t have a shot.

“I… Oh.” She looks down but I can see the blush crawling up her neck and onto her face. “You’re very forward aren’t you?” She looks up at me through her lashes.

“It’s the only way to be.” I shoot her a wink. She sidesteps me and I let her go into the room.

Your socks were torn up but I do have a pack of men's socks I picked up by mistake. They’ve been sitting here for ages.” She digs in her draw, again having to bend over. I don’t even try to look away from her ass this time. It’s fucking biteable.

She stands up but this time she hisses out in pain and my attention is drawn from how sexy she is to her being hurt.

“What’s the matter?” I take a few ginger steps in her direction.

“Nothing, I’m fine.” She says and tries to walk around me again, this time I grab hold of her arm and keep her in front of me.

“No, you don’t. What’s the matter? You spend all this time taking care of a man you barely know. Make me feel welcome. Cook me a culinary masterpiece. Wash my clothes and bandage my cuts, but you refuse to let me take care of you the same way. I don’t think that’s fair Laura.” I say and take another step in her direction.

“I don’t think those eyes are fair so none of us are getting what we want.” She says as she stares at me.

“My eyes?” I’ve never thought I had incredibly special eyes. They’re simple. Brown and I have good vision but that was the extent of the specialness.

“Yes, it’s like you’re staring into my soul. Like I’m completely bare for you, vulnerable, open.” She shrugs and I do my best not to let her words affect me. Or let her see that just her presence is doing the same things for me.

“What’s the matter, please don’t lie to me, Laura.” I say and take another step.

“Honestly, nothing’s wrong. I did a lot of physical activity, my calf is tight. I’ll be fine tomorrow.” She smiles at me but I’m not going to accept that answer. I would have been fine sitting on her stairs but she brought me in and made sure I was okay.

“Lay down.” I tell her and point to the bed.

“What?” Her voice is soft. She’s nervous.

“Laura, I know we met under extreme circumstances and I’ve done fuck all but put your life in danger. You have no reason to trust me but it’d make me feel like less of a completely worthless jerk if you let me help you feel better. I can help you stretch your legs, only if you want though. If you sleep with them tight like that you’re going to have a killer charlie horse in the middle of the night.” I have to bite my tongue in order to get myself to shut up.

“I trust you, Alex. I’m an excellent judge of character. Most times.” She chuckles before she walks over to the bed and lies down.

I still have just the towel on, so I slip my warm boxers underneath them. I don’t want her to be uncomfortable.

On the side table is a bottle of lotion, “Can I use that?” I ask her pointing to it.

“This is your show Papi, do what you want.” She teases me and my cock jumps in my boxers.

“ I told you about that. Keep it up, beautiful.” I lean down and whisper in her ear which only gets her to giggle.

I grab the lotion and squirt a little in my hand. I start at her ankle and using a strong touch I massage the leg she says is bothering her.

“Oh… Jesus. That’s good.” She moans and the cute giggles are now soft moans.

I go slow, making sure to keep my bad knee in a position that doesn’t cause me too much pain. I get to her knee and make my way back down. This time instead of stopping at the ankle, I go to her foot and start to massage. She moans so loud she has to bury her face in the pillow and my cock is as hard as steel.

It’s agonizing. Where the fuck is Wire and the guys so I can get out of here. I need to fuck and this woman is torturing the hell out of me.

I finish her leg and set it down.

“Can you do the other? Please, Papi.” She looks over her shoulder, her eyes hooded with desire.

“Aye, Laura, me vuelves loco.” I groan out and press a hand to my dick. I don’t care if she can see me. She has to know she’s driving me crazy.

---