Page 44 of Unforgivable Ties

My cheeks ignited with embarrassment. I wanted to melt into the floor knowing he heard me touching myself while crying out like an animal in heat. At least I hadn’t moaned his name.

“You know I’m just down the hall, right?” he said causally. “You don’t have to do it yourself.”

“Quit fucking with me!” I said. Tears welled in my eyes from my mortification. “I’m already embarrassed enough as it is.”

He pressed my barely clothed body against the wall and leaned into it. I could feel his hardness digging into me, begging to be let out of his pants. I gasped at the size; he wasn’t lying when he made the comment about how big it was.

“You did this,” he whispered into my ear. “Those cute little noises you made when you touched yourself had me ready to break down your door.”

“Huh?” I asked.

I was so confused. I never thought he would look at me that way. For him, I was just a stray pet he had brought into his house...right?

“I am going to explode if I don’t take care of this,” he said, grinding his hard length against me. He ran his hands up my thighs to the curve of my ass, playing with the elastic of my panties. “So I’m going to fuck my fist while I think of how badly I want to be inside of you.”

He pulled away from me, his eyes blown wide with lust.

“You are more than welcome to join me.”

Then, with a swift movement, he pulled away from me. I tumbled forward, my body like a magnet wanting him to comeback. As I steadied myself against the wall, his scent lingered, heavy and masculine, inciting a thrill that tingled through my veins. The faint hint of cologne and sweat was intoxicating, helping to mask the reality of what had just happened.

“Get a grip,” I whispered to myself.

There was no way I could follow him into his room. If we had sex, too many things would go wrong. It would get awkward, and our easy camaraderie would dissolve into something messy and complicated. I would get more attached than I was now, while he continued to see me as...what did he see me as?

Thank god I had just had three orgasms and was able to think clearly. If I was still as horny as I was when I walked into the apartment earlier, I would have run to his room.

So, my gaze lingered on his bedroom door before I turned and walked to the kitchen.

Vincenzo

Ihad been too forward with Stephanie. But listening to her touch herself had made me near feral. I wondered what she was thinking about as she let out those pretty little noises that had echoed in her bedroom.

It took every inch of restraint I had to not open the door and fuck her into the mattress. She would have been pissed if I walked in on her touching herself.

I could make her feel so much better than those toys ever could. But I held back, lingering outside her bedroom door, my body aching with want for her. I wanted to feel her writhing beneath me, wanted to taste every inch of her. My fingers itched to explore the contours of her body, to map out everywhere that made her cry out in pleasure.

When she didn’t follow me to the bedroom, I was worried I had pushed it too far. But the next morning, our life was mostly back to normal.

We had eaten breakfast quietly, the tension of the previous night still lingering. Neither of us brought it up, but the electricity between us was undeniable. I caught her sneakingglances at me as I read the news, her curiosity piqued. But she said nothing, nor did I.

It was for the best that we didn’t sleep together. My lifestyle was too dangerous for Stephanie, and it would be inevitable that I would hurt her in some way or another. She was an innocent, a flower that had yet to bloom. And I was no gardener. I was a storm, a tornado capable of uprooting her entire existence.

I sighed as I turned off my car engine. Felix managed a strip club, and I was meeting him there to discuss some business. I had bitched at him why we couldn’t do it at one of our warehouses, but he was adamant about staying at the seedy place.

As I stepped out of my car into the foggy night, I zipped up my jacket to the brim, shuddering at the icy wind on my face. The club’s neon sign flickered, casting an eerie glow onto the wet asphalt.

As I entered the club, the music blaring and the strobe lights dancing on the crowd, I could see Felix at the bar. He had one of the girls hanging off of him, as per usual.

I navigated my way through the swinging bodies, ignoring the occasional brush of a curious hand or an inviting giggle. I had fucked a few of these women before, but that life seemed like a distant memory now. Their superficial beauty and hollow laughter did nothing for me anymore.

“He fucks like a beast,” one girl said to her friend, not bothering to be discreet. I tried to remember the night I had spent with her, but there had been so many women they all blended together in my mind.

Her friend saw me approaching and giggled, her eyes shamelessly roaming over my body. I ignored them, focused on Felix who was now watching me through the smoke, a smirk plastered on his face.

“You’re late,” he called out, waving off the girl who had been clinging to him just moments before.

“This wasn’t my first choice of a meeting spot,” I grumbled, sinking onto the stool beside him.

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