Page 11 of The First Time

I grind my teeth as my eyes home in on her breasts. Her nipples are hard, and I can see every detail of them through her silk tank top. Her matching shorts are not any better, showcasing her toned legs.

“Can you at least put on a bra?”

She glances down and then places her hands on her hips. “What? Are my nipples that repulsive to you? I’m sure you can handle a little outline of a nipple at your old age.”

She is so infuriating. I stand up and stomp over to the bathroom, grabbing a pair of boxers on the way. If she wants to play that game, I can play.

The bathroom is fucking insane. All white marble with a huge walk-in shower. Gold features throughout, giving it an upscale look. I turn on the shower until it’s steaming hot. The water calms my muscles, which are still tense with anger.

Layla is so stubborn.

It drives me insane and turns me on all at the same time. My dick is aching as I close my eyes and picture her perfect tits again. That silk left little to the imagination.

I’ve been in Italy for all of an hour, and I’m already sporting a raging hard-on for her. I’m not gonna last.

But I refuse to touch myself with thoughts of her dancing around my head. That’s dangerous territory. Instead, I bite my lip while I drive the shower handle all the way to the left until freezing-cold water comes out.

Shit, that’s cold. But at least my dick is already shrinking up at the torturous temperature.

Once I’m done and dry off, I pull on my black boxer briefs. If she’s just gonna strut around the hotel in next to nothing, I’ll do the same. See how she likes it.

I open the door and walk back into the room. I spot her leaning against the railing outside, still in her silk pajamas.

My heart does a weird flutter in my chest as the beauty of the view and the woman compete for my attention.

Like she senses my presence, she turns around and looks at me. I walk further into the room until I’m at the doorway to the terrace.

“Enjoying the view?” I ask as her eyes look me up and down. The look of hunger in her eyes is obvious. It makes my dick stiffen slightly. Suddenly, I’m starting to wonder if this plan is about to backfire on me. Because Layla eyeing my bulging cock is starting to feel like I’ve taken this game in the wrong direction.

“What are you doing?” she grinds out, then looks away hastily, like she can’t bear the sight of me for another second.

I shrug my shoulders and walk further onto the terrace, forcing her to look back at me.

“I’m just trying to understand the dress code here. It seems as if we’re walking around in next to nothing.”

I stop in front of her, maybe a foot away. Her breathing is labored as she looks her fill. I know when a woman likes what she sees.

“I told you,” she says with a tremor in her voice. “I didn’t pack anything else.”

I cross my arms across my chest. “Well, it appears we are in a bit of a pickle here. If you’re walking around with your tits on display, I’m walking around like this.”

Her eyes turn smoldering. “What exactly would you like me to do? I’m not going to put on a dress or fancy top to soothe your growing erection. I know you’re a man whore, but can’t you keep it down for this trip? At least around me.”

I laugh bitterly. “There you go again, throwing man whore out at me. If that’s the reason for all this animosity, I think it’s a little old. You might need to find a new reason to despise me so much.”

“I have plenty of reasons not to like you,” she folds her arms across her tits, matching my stance.

It pushes her breasts up so high out of her top that I see a bit of her nipple popping out. I advance on her losing all reason and control.

Chapter Five

Layla

His body almost collides with mine until I’m pushed completely against the stone railing. He cages me in with one hand on each side of me.

It’s not just his presence that makes my entire body ignite, it’s the compelling look in his eyes.

“I don’t think you do,” his deep voice answers indulgently. “I think you have plenty of reasons topretendnot to like me.”

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