Page 79 of That First Flight

But what do I know?

I take tentative steps toward the light shining through the crack of the door. It’s only when I’m inches from the door that I hear it.

My name.

Coming out as a painful moan off his lips.

Is he… Oh. My. God. I can’t help but gasp and cover my mouth with my hands as I stand there, stuck in place outside of the door.

“Macey?” My name now comes out as a question as if he’s heard me.

My head moves forward to see if I can see him through the crack in the door. I clear my throat, swallowing past the lump that’s formed. “Yeah. It’s me.”

Without any rational thought, I push the door open a little more to find Oliver standing outside the shower with the water running as if he was just about to get in. My eyes widen when I take in the tanned, muscular man standing before me. His backside is built like a brick. From his shoulders, to his lower back and right down to… his ass.

Bare and exposed.

My eyes come up to meet his through the mirror.

“You’re home,” he says, a smirk forming on his lips.

I only nod, unable to find the words to say because of what I’m looking at right now.

“I was…” Oliver looks from me down to where his hands are in front of him, before he brings his eyes back to meet mine. “I was just thinking about you. Is that okay?”

I swallow before I nod again.

“Open the door all the way, Macey Evans. Let me see you.”

My stomach clenches, and my nipples harden. There’s no doubt in my mind Oliver was just taking care of business with my name on his lips and, for the first time in my life, I want to witness it.

So I do as he asks. I take a tentative step into the oversized bathroom. Oliver’s head falls back as he closes his eyes. Then, his hand slowly begins moving up and down as he starts stroking himself again.

He maneuvers his body at just the right angle for me to see and that does it.

I can’t help it when my eyes widen as I look down and see him pleasuring himself.

He’s… huge.

He’s hard as steel, and I’m not just talking about the muscles that cover every part of him. His cock is standing straight in attention as he strokes himself from shaft to tip. The veins protrude along the sides while the tip glistens with precum.

My thighs clench together as wetness pools between my legs. And because Oliver is intuitive, he picks up on my small movement and his eyes darken to the color of the deepest parts of the ocean.

“I want to be real upfront with you, Macey. I’ve thought about you so many times when I’ve done this,” he admits with a low, guttural groan. “But seeing you standing here, in my bathroom… a picture fucking perfect fantasy come to life.”

My body moves me forward by one step. I’m not sure where it wants to go or what it wants to do, but curiosity is winning right now. I went from wanting to be a part of this, toneedingto be a part of this.

“Are you going to…” I stop myself. Not wanting to sound as inexperienced as I am.

“Finish that sentence.”

“Are you going to come?” I ask nervously, barely above a whisper.

His strokes slow, eyes never leaving mine before a grin forms on his lips. “Do you want to watch?”

I nod my head with eagerness wondering who I’ve just become in a matter of seconds.

“Sit,” Oliver orders, jerking his head to the large bathroom counter.

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