Page 122 of In Plain Sight

“Yeah.” He licked his bottom lip. “Want it.”

I took a second to look at him. The desperate need was still there, but there was something under it. Something wild and untamed.

He didn’t just want to be fucked. He needed to be taken care of. To get out of his head for a bit and just feel.

“I want you to do something for me.”

“What? Anything,” he said quickly.

“Go to your room and get on your bed.”

“Okay. Then what?”

His eagerness was a huge turn-on, but what meant the world to me was how easily he trusted me.

“Then I want you to sit on your bed and wait for me. Do you like that idea?”

“Yeah,” he said breathlessly.

I pecked a kiss against his lips. “Go ahead.”

21

LUKA

He presseda sweet kiss against my lips. “Go ahead.”

Excitement churned in my gut. I gave him another quick kiss, then spun on my heel and hurried to my room. Remembering his instructions, I climbed onto my bed and leaned back against the headboard.

My dick was so hard it ached, and my entire body buzzed with anticipation. I had no idea what he was planning, but knowing Zander, I was going to love every second of it.

About a minute later, he came into my room, holding a glass with a few inches of clear liquid in it. I didn’t have any hard liquor in the house, so it had to be water.

I watched with bated breath as he closed the door behind him and put the glass on my dresser.

“I have no idea what you’re planning, but I’m here for it,” I said, my voice already heavy with need.

Turning to face me, he slowly gathered his hair into a low bun.

I swallowed, my eyes glued to his hands and my cock so hard it pressed painfully against my jeans. Watching him tie his hairback was like a sex act in itself, and I loved seeing the subtle changes in him when it was up.

“I want to watch you tonight.” He tucked a few wayward strands of hair behind his ears, looking so damn sexy I had to stop myself from rubbing my dick to give it some much-needed friction.

“You do?” I choked out.

“Yes. I want you to put on a show for me.”

My breath caught. I’d always had a bit of a performance kink but hadn’t had the chance to explore it before Zander. We’d experimented with phone sex and video calls, but this was different.

The thought of him watching me, maybe telling me what to do, while I jerked off for him in person was so hot I was low-key worried I wouldn’t be able to hold off once we got started.

Silently, Zander transferred a pile of clean clothes off the chair in the corner of my room to my dresser. When he was done, he moved the chair so it was about six feet from the foot of my bed.

The only light on was my bedside lamp, and he’d put the chair just outside the small circle of light it created, shrouding it in shadows and adding to the mysterious atmosphere in the room.

He lowered his big body onto the chair, his legs spread wide, the glass of water in one hand and a look of pure desire on his face.

“This is so hot,” I said, my voice already a low rasp.

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