Page 12 of His Dirty Obsession
If he liked to watch, I’d give him something to look at.
As I stepped under the spray, goosebumps erupted on my naked flesh, the hairs standing up on my arms. The thought that Ben could walk past the open door at any moment and see my reflection in the mirror sent a thrill through my body, and I was rock-hard. The temptation to touch myself was overwhelming, but I didn’t want to come too soon. I didn’t want him to miss the main event.
If I knew anything, it was that Ben wouldn’t be able to resist. I’d seen the lust in his eyes, the way he’d discreetly adjust himself when he thought I wasn’t looking. He’d be here.
Making sure he’d be able to see me, I reached up to lather my hair, my cock bobbing and pulsing with a need to be touched. Not yet, though, anticipation was all.
I paused for a moment and felt more than saw him at the door, a faint shadow on the tiled floor. He was there. I knew it.
The cool water ran down my body, rinsing away the suds, giving him the perfect view. I ran my hands down my body, sweeping away the remaining soapy residue before eventually reaching my now throbbing cock. I gave it one long pull, my other hand reaching down to massage my balls. Squeezing and tugging at them, scratching at the textured skin.
All the while, I used my fist on my cock, bringing me closer to my release. I stopped, pulling back my foreskin, revealing the shiny head. I massaged the beads of precum into it before going back to stroking my shaft. I’d stepped out of the spray now, closer to the door, giving him a better view. At this rate, I wouldn’t last very long. The adrenaline coursing through my body, knowing I was being observed, was better than any aphrodisiac.
My balls tightened, and I knew I was close. I twisted my wrist as I wanked before stopping suddenly, squeezing the base, prolonging the pleasure. Would Ben edge me? Would he keep me right on the precipice before letting me fall?
I leaned back against the wall, inhaling sharply at the coldness of the tiles. I stumbled, almost falling to the floor, before regaining my composure, just about staying on my feet.
I heard him then, loud and clear. Heard his sharp intake of breath. Did I call out to him or ignore him? Indecision warred inside of me. If I called out, he’d run for sure, so I said nothing.
Closer and closer, I crept to the inevitable outcome and, uttering a strangled groan, I came with a force I had not felt in a long while. It stole my breath, and my heart nearly beat out of my chest.
God, it felt good. I felt boneless and spent. If only it could feel like this every time.
If only Ben would do this for me.
Chapter 6
Ben
Ishouldn’thavewatchedhim, but I couldn’t resist him…again!
I’d need to talk to Ava about this. It wasn’t fair to the guy. As much as he’d said he wanted me to, it still felt wrong. I’d tried to stay out of sight, but I’m sure he knew I was there. After all, he’d left the door open so I’d see him.
He’d done it on purpose, so maybe I shouldn’t feel so bad about it. I’d watched intently, noting how he wanked. What turned him on. The way he pulled on his foreskin, twisted his wrist, how he stopped midway, prolonging his orgasm.
I’d love to edge him, make him wait to come, make him beg for his release and damn, if that didn’t turn me on more than anything.
I crept away silently and made it to my room with no trips or stumbles this time, a regular occurrence it seemed, when Xavier was around. I became clumsy and accident-prone in his presence.
I closed the door behind me and shucked down my sleep shorts, throwing them into the laundry basket. It had taken little effort for me to come, mere seconds after he did. I’d hardly touched myself. Apparently, my dick was on a hair trigger these days, and the least amount of touch had me coming in minutes.
Damn that man.
Damn his perfect body.
Damn his perfect dick.
I’d never wanted to touch one more in all my twenty-nine years. I was obsessed with it. The veins, the head. Not one hint of hair on his balls. It’d stretch my jaw, for sure. That happy trail led to treasure.
I heard his bedroom door shut and breathed a sigh of relief. When I went back down to my office, there’d be no temptation to peek into his room again. Although seeing how strong his orgasm had been, I would be surprised if he’d be doing anything again for the next few hours.
Work beckoned, though. I had websites to finish and another meeting at midday, then I was calling it quits, starting my weekend early.
I messaged Ava, agreeing to meet her at four at the wine bar. Drinks were required, and a heart-to-heart with my sister about my obsession.
At four on the dot, I strolled into the bar, scanning the crowded room for my sister, surprised at how full it was for a Friday afternoon.
She sat towards the back at one of the taller tables, her legs swinging on the high bar stool. An open bottle of wine stood in front of her, one glass empty, the other half-full. She motioned to me, and a smile spread across her face.
