Page 53 of Look My Way
I’m the only one who’ll ever stay.I’m the only one who’ll ever love you enough to.
Daniel’s painful words that always feel so damn heavy have me leaning over the counter, my hand lifting to turn off the stove as I gasp for air. Closing my eyes, I take a deep breath and open them as loud footsteps sound behind me.
His shower is done. Well duh, he never takes long ones when alone. Did I expect him to stay in there forever? What if seeing me in nothing but an apron makes him think I’m too sick to eat dinner? I don’t want him putting me to bed yet.
“I’m not ready to leave the window.” I freeze as soon as the words exit my mouth. A hand brushes over mine and as our fingers tangle, and thick fabric rubs over my skin causing sparks to shoot up my arm.
“You don’t have to, pequeño.” Whispers tickle my ear. “You can leave it whenever you feel you’re ready.”
“You’re here,” I say, taking in his reflection in the window as he hovers behind me.
“I am.”
“But I didn’t leave anything in the document,” I rasp.
“You didn’t have to. That short response was all I needed to know where I was going to end up tonight “
We’ve never talked like this before. Him as my stalker and me wrapped in fear mixed with adrenaline from him sneakinginside without me noticing. We’re talking and he’s still here. Neither of our words spoke out loud have ruined the illusion. Will turning around take this all away?
“And Daniel?” Short panic has my breaths coming out strangled.
“Sleeping. Don’t worry about him. Just keep looking for me like you always do and let me help you feel good. Show me how strong you are. How much you can take from me.”
I pant, mouth opening and closing as I meet his gaze in the mirror, arching my back as his fingers dance around my nipples.
“That’s right, my pretty boy. Look my way. Keep looking my way.”
A hand lightly wraps around my neck and gloved fingers rub between my crease, slipping lower until they’re grazing my hole. Arousal has me in a chokehold, and my head spins as I try to breathe normally. I’m so overwhelmed by how good this all feels. I lift myself halfway off the ground onto my toes, his hand on my throat carrying most of my weight as he reaches for my cock under the apron.
“So pretty. Look how good you’re doing. You can do anything, pequeño.”
“Say the other nickname,” I demand, with conviction strong in my tone. “Call me what you usually call me when you see me outside the window and mask.”
“Carino.” His hot breath heats my cheek, fingers tugging at my strained cock. He rips off my apron in one pull and my bruises are also visible in the reflection with us.
“Carino,” he says again, voice melting in my ears like hot honey.
I shiver, setting my heels back on the ground, and my teeth chatter as the lap of his tongue on my neck cools my heated skin.
“I want you so damn much. In every way. In here, in the bedroom, in the backyard, and out on the patio in the bright sunlight.”
“You’re here. You’re really here.”
“I’m here.” His cheek brushes over mine, palm gliding up and down my length, pumping me faster in his closed fist. My hips jolt, my chest lifting to the sky, and I feel the rest of me slowly follow as sweet sensations erupt inside me.
“This feels so real.” It always does. I really need to know it is right now. I need more evidence. More aches on my body. More him. More, more, more.
“That’s because it is. We’re more real than anything in this world. Look at us.”
His mask lifts away from his face, revealing the bottom half first before slipping fully off. Those same eyes bore into mine, and his lips curl into a smile, his scar curving with them.
“Look at me and look at you. Watch us create something together that no one can ever take.” He tugs off his shirt. More scars cover his body between the tattoos. He’s gorgeous. It’s hard to think as I watch him stripping until he’s bare like me. His hip rests against my cheeks and his hand is moving on my cock again, his tongue licking at my ear. “Don’t stop looking.”
I miss his warmth when he puts space between our bodies, and then wet fingers caress my hole shutting down my brain. One digit breaks past my entrance, wet and sloppy sounding as he shoves it in and out. I lift my hips, fucking against his stalling hand. It stops moving again but stays wrapped around me, his skin creating friction against mine with each lift of my body.
“Yes,” I say between clenched teeth. “More. No more being gentle. I can take it.”
“I know you can, and you will, like my good boy.”
