Page 26 of Look My Way
“Sorry I’m so late and didn’t get to take you out today.”
“It’s okay.” I step out of the office and into the hallway where he’s now standing.
“You look tired. Why haven’t you been to bed yet?”
“Lost track of time writing, and you said you’d be here for shower time.”
“I did, didn’t I?” His face is remorseful, lips turning downward as he reaches for my face. His fingers feel wrong on my skin after having Zavier touch me all day. Did they always, and I just had nothing to compare them to? No. I love Daniel. I do. Or I thought I did. “Well, I’m here now. Want to turn the water on while I check on something? I’ll be there as soon as I’m done.”
“Sure.” I wait until he heads for my office with his phone before rushing off to my en-suite bathroom. I strip out of my clothes at the door, tossing them in the hamper before stepping onto the cold tile to turn the shower knob. Sticking my hand under the water, I don’t retract it until it’s warm enough, and then I slowly step into the steam. The curtain moves behind me, and I close my eyes as a warm body presses to the back of mine.
Lips caress my ear, and I picture Zavier’s tongue licking the drops on my shoulders and his fingers teasing my nipples. It’s almost as though he never left as I remember his pine, musky scent barreling into my nose.
My body is forced to turn around, but I still don’t open my eyes, my body shuddering as teeth graze my neck and each hard nub.
“Mi carino,” are the words I play in my head as a hand wraps around my cock, but the beautiful fantasy is over the moment Daniel speaks.
“Let’s finish this in the bedroom,” he says lowly in my ear, pressing a soft kiss to my cheek. That also feels wrong, and my mind briefly goes to the sweet caress of Zavier’s lips grazing over my knuckles like a cool breeze during a hot day.
I open my eyes and bring Daniel’s hand to my neck, desperate to find a reason to stay here. This is the man I plan to marry and I’m wanting him to be someone else. Daniel could be what I need again. I can make him be. I’ve done it before.
“I want to stay here,” I say. “I want you to slam me against the wall and hold me up by my neck. Get rough with me. Make it hurt a little.”
His fingers move against my neck and then he laughs. “Did you have too much to drink again, like last time when you got like this?” Shaking his head, he backs away and steps out of the shower, grabbing a towel from the nearby rack. Sagging against the wall, I rub at my face and stay under the water until it runs cold. By the time I walk back into the bedroom, Daniel is under the covers and snoring. With a soft sigh, I pick up my phone and do what he does, looking over to make sure he’s truly asleep before sneaking off to my office in nothing but a towel.
I close the door behind me and look around to find something to drape over the window. With no luck, I leave the lights off as I sit in my desk chair by the window. The cool leather causes goosebumps to run rampant over my skin and I sag against it, clicking on the first movie I stumble on from the streaming service screen on my computer.Fifty First Datesplays, and I set my phone against the bottom of the monitor’s screen and search for Daddy-kink porn. It’s been a while since I have, but Zavier’s deep voice in my head is reawakening a desire I’ve tried for a long time to shove away.
After clicking on a video that entices me the most, I uncover my already stiffening cock and stroke myself slowly. My skin tingles as the guy tells the other to kneel for him. Most would assume the Dom holds all the power, but from what I’ve seen and read, it’s the sub who has all the control. Everything ends when he says it does.
My breaths come out in pants, and my palm slaps harder against my skin when the bigger man asks his boy what he wants. When the sub’s request is met and he starts convulsing harder from his Daddy limiting his air while also handling him with care, my body tenses and I lose complete control, coming so hard my head spins.
Sweat covers my skin, and I go slack against the chair with my towel slipping to the floor. My eyes start to shut as the Daddy tells his boy how good and strong he is. As I’m slowly drifting, the shaking bushes outside my window have my lids flashing open. Heart pounding, I pick up the towel and cover myself while exiting the site on my phone. I look out the window, hair sticking up at the back of my neck when a pair of glowing eyes stare back at me. I close my eyes, brain still foggy from my violent orgasm, and when I open them, there’s nothing there.
I imagined it. This is something I’ve written about before, and my mind is playing tricks on me, wanting to see what’s not really there. What I put on paper is make-believe and not an experience I really want to endure. I’m not my characters and they aren’t me. I touch the cold glass, my shallow breaths fogging the window as I step closer. My towel drops again, and it’s like I’ve lost control of my hands as I start touching my nipples while pressing my half-hard cock to the window.
Digging my nails into my pebbling nubs, I writhe harder against the glass and moan quietly as I wait for the pair of piercing eyes to come back. They don’t return until after I nearly black out from coming again.
Leaning into my reflection, I trace the outline of the black hooded stranger with my fingers, and I close my eyes, making him disappear way too soon for my liking when I open them again.
After gaining control of my legs again, I pick up the towel and turn off my computer before retreating back to my room where everything once again feels wrong.
Thirteen
Zavier
It was wrong to have been there in the first place, and even more so to stay and watch him during such a private moment. I’d meant to wait until he asked me to see him like that, but in a way, I’d felt like he was when he pressed himself to the window, seeking me out with those lustful eyes. I’d tried to move from where I was and couldn’t lift my feet from the ground.
I’d only gone back to leave something for him in his garden, but as I was heading back to my car, I saw him sitting naked in his office chair in the dark and needed to be closer. The only light illuminating him had come from the phone and computer screen. It was more than enough for me to be enamored with the vision unfolding in front of me.
It wasn’t only Liam himself who’d had me lost in a trance. It was also what he’d been watching. My breaths had come out as trembles as I slipped my hand inside my pants, adjusting my aching cock. My fingers caressed the tip at the same time his did and pleasure cascaded through me, putting me in a fuckingchokehold. His chest lifted to the sky, hips moving up and down in perfect motion. It didn’t take him long to reach nirvana, and I reached it right along with him.
I hadn’t thought it was possible to be there again so soon, but then he’d looked at me, standing still at the window, naked and covered in cum, playing with his pretty pink nipples.
My mouth waters now, picturing how they’d pebbled between his fingers, growing hard enough to almost cut glass as they touched the cold window. He’d thrust forward and I’d pulled my cock all the way out, struggling to hold back as I pumped in and out of my fist. My legs shook and I nearly fell to the ground when he shot his release onto the glass, his body glowing. Oh, when he glowed, I didn’t need any other kind of light to find my way through the dark.
Straightening my mask on my face, I’d tucked myself back into my underwear and zipped up my pants. Then I’d watched as he turned off the computer and went back into the dark hallway with his perfect plump ass on full display. Oh, he had to have felt me there, from the way he looked my way. He did it without meaning to that time. Those eyes know exactly what to look for whenever I’m close by.
Tugging my shirt down, I try to think of something else while I’m at work. Reaching for my drill, I finish installing the last oak cabinet, and minutes after directing my mind somewhere else, my carino comes right back. He said he loves leaving gifts behind, hoping to make someone smile, and I can’t stop thinking about how he went to bed without cleaning the window. Is the mess he made last night still there?
