Page 43 of Dirty Grovel

He’s naked.

Skinny dipping in the pool in the middle of the night.

My jaw drops as he turns. He’s long and thick, hanging between his legs with ease. My hands tighten around the banister like they might have done if I’d been close enough to touch him.

He walks to one of the pool chairs and picks up something. As he steps past the pool chair, I realize he’s holding two weights.

Stark naked, he starts to do bicep curls.

And I find myself biting my tongue, trying to control the wave of desire floating over my body like poison.

The heat engulfing me isn’t helping. In fact, it’s only fanning the flames, tempting me into doing something that I might never have otherwise considered.

Scared to so much as blink, I slide my fingers down and into my panties. I’m already wet… and I can’t even blame the sweat trickling down my back.

Touching myself slowly, my gaze never veers from Oleg—his arms, his abs, his legs.

Then, almost as though he senses that he has an audience, his cock begins to grow.

I swallow hard, trying to control my frantic breathing as I continue to touch myself urgently. The climax is more intense than I’ve ever been able to achieve on my own.

It takes all my concentration not to cry out in pleasure as I come.

But at the moment of release, with my eyes still fastened on Oleg’s engorged cock, I can’t help but release a gasp that echoes down towards the pool.

I freeze, pulling my hand clear of my panties.

But the wind betrays me. It must carry my gasp all the way to Oleg, because his head snaps up in my direction.

The moon is hanging directly overhead, casting me in light.

I have no doubt that Oleg can see me.

I have no doubt he knows exactly what I’m doing.

Unblinkingly, he raises his hand. For a moment, I think he’s about to gesture me downstairs to join him.

But then his palm curls around his erect cock.

Oh.

Oh.

He’s toying with me.

He knows I’m watching… and he’s putting on a show for me.

Heart pounding erratically in my chest, I watch as he starts pumping away at himself, eyes still fixated in my direction.

I have no idea how to react, how to behave. Listening to my body feels like an admission of some kind.

And I’m not sure I’m ready to give him that.

But I can’t turn away, either.

I can’tnotwatch as he jerks himself off, his massive cock stirring all kinds of passions inside me I didn’t even know I could feel.

Then, all too soon, Oleg grunts, his body keels forward, and he comes in his hand.

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