Page 33 of The Rules of Dating a Younger Man

Should I?

CHAPTER 8

Brayden

“Holy fuck,” I muttered to myself. I’d completely forgotten I was still on the phone.

Alex’s breathy voice reminded me. “I’ll take that to mean you appreciate the view?”

Considering I was salivating, appreciate didn’t feel like a strong-enough word. Alex stood at the window, pink dress gone, clad only in a nude, lacy bra and underwear. Fucking phenomenal was more like it. Where the hell was a set of binoculars when you needed one? What I wouldn’t give to see that close up, run my fingers over the lace and feel her gorgeous curves beneath. “You’re exquisite, Alex.” I swallowed. “Would you turn around for me?”

The line was quiet, except for the sound of our heavy breathing. I stared across the way, feeling my heart hammer inside my chest. After a few seconds, she turned.

Thank you, Lord.

A thong.

A fucking thong.

I groaned. “What I would do to that ass if I were there…”

“Are you an ass man, Brayden?”

“I’m an Alex man. There’s not one thing about you that doesn’t turn me on. I’m not exaggerating either. Today when we were buying the stove, you asked the guy checking us out if he had any coupons lying around, and it made me want to wrap your hair around my fist and yank your mouth to mine.”

“Mmm… That sounds really good.”

I closed my eyes. “It’s taking everything in me to stay where I am and not come to your room right now.”

“Maybe that’s what I want—your mouth on me, my hair pulled.”

“Say that again tomorrow, sweetheart, and try to stop me—all that and more.” I blew out a shaky breath. “Now turn around again so I can take one last look. As much as I’m loving every second of this, I don’t want anyone else seeing you this way.”

Alex turned. My eyes raked slowly up and down her incredible body, searing it into my memory. “Thank you.”

“Sweet dreams, Brayden. I know I’ll be having them.”

“Goodnight, babe. Don’t forget to pull the curtains.”

“Okay.”

After the line went dead, Alex wiggled her fingers in a wave before closing the drapes. With the peep show over, I turned and looked around my room. There wasn’t much more to it than a bed, dresser, TV, and lamp. And I was way too wired to go to sleep now, even after all the wine we’d had tonight. I thought about going to the hotel gym, or maybe even out for a run. Although neither of those would be too comfortable with the erection currently bulging from my underwear. So I settled for a quick shower, figuring I’d take care of myself while conjuring up fresh images of Alex in her sexy underwear.

In the bathroom, I turned on the water and waited for it to warm up before peeling off my boxer briefs. I didn’t even have to close my eyes to remember every detail—her striking blue eyes, naturally pink lips, her creamy, long neck. Her body was perfect, curvy—not rail thin like too many women aspire to be—hips that begged to have fingers dig into them, and a handful of tits I was almost positive were natural. Alex was all woman—so much so that she made every woman who’d come before her seem like a girl in comparison.

Yet at the same time, something about her felt oddly innocent—untouched or pure. Which, of course, was ridiculous considering she’d been happily married for a decade. Maybe I was just adding to the fantasy to get my rocks off—not that I needed more than looking at her. Closing my eyes, I let the warm water sluice over my shoulders and reached for my cock. But as I stroked up and down, a feeling I wasn’t used to came over me.

Guilt.

It felt wrong to jerk off to Alex.

Why? I had no fucking idea. It had never been a problem before. Hell, I’d spent most of my freshman year of college jerking off to my married English professor, and she was married to a woman. Every Tuesday and Thursday I’d said good morning with a big-ass, guilt-free smile.

This is ridiculous.

I needed a release after seeing Alex practically naked. In fact, she probably wanted me to do it. I’d even wager that she was currently in her own room, writhing on the bed with her fingers inside her wet pussy, getting herself off.

Visualizing that took my already steely erection up a notch. So I reached for the conditioner, squirted a healthy amount into the palm of my hand, and went back at it. It felt good, but no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t seem to relax like I needed to in order to reach the finish line. It was frustrating as hell. Eventually, I gave up and got out of the shower. Hours later, I was still staring at the ceiling in the dark, wondering how I was gonna function with constant blue balls if I didn’t get to touch Alex soon.

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