Page 24 of Uncharted Desires
Blake's mouth falls open, and his eyes widen. He takes a step toward me.
“No,” I say, and he halts.
He's already breathing heavily, his chest visibly expanding on every inhale beneath his pretentious salmon t-shirt. I think I’d like it better on the floor. “Strip.”
He shudders.
Perfect.
I recline in the seat, resting my back against the wall, spreading my legs and folding my arms on my chest. Showtime.
“W—What? Just like that?”
I make a theatric by licking my bottom lip. His gaze follows my tongue. “Blake? I don’t like to repeat myself.”
Even in the barely lit space, I can make out the pink hue that washes over his cheeks, the color matching his shirt.
He takes a single deep breath and steps to the side so that he’s standing right in front of me, and reaches for the hem of his shirt before sliding it up, exposing more of his skin than I’ve ever seen before.
I clench my jaw and huff through my nose as he takes it off and tosses it on the floor.
He’s lean, and outlines of muscles appear under his velvety skin as he shifts around. For some reason, I thought he was scrawnier. I can’t say I’m disappointed.
He pauses and looks at me expectantly.
“Go on. I don’t have all night.”
He snaps his head back and glances at the curtain as if to make sure it’s drawn. I do my best to hold back laughter.
“I should warn you,” he says as he moves to unbutton his pants, and it’s clear he’s going for a casual tone. He’s failing miserably. “I charge extra for striptease.”
I run my tongue along my front teeth, my gaze dropping to his waist. “I’m kind of broke. I guess I’ll have to find another way to pay you.”
He lets out a tiny moan and the semi I’ve been sporting swells up to a full-blown erection.
Blake slides his jeans down his legs before taking them off completely and then he straightens up, standing before me with nothing but a pair of black boxer briefs covering his skin, the thick outline of his cock visible even in the dim lighting. There’s barely any body hair on him.
My palms itch to touch, to slide along that smooth skin. I shift around, my hard-on uncomfortable in the prison of my pants. “Tick tock.”
His Adam’s apple bobs as he swallows and looks over his shoulder again.
“If you’re getting shy already, maybe we should end it right here.”
My words work exactly how I intended as Blake’s head snaps toward me. He shoots me a cock-sure look he somehow manages to pull off while he grabs the waistband of his underwear and slides them down and off his body in one go.
His cock springs free and points at me as he straightens up, proud and confident. “And then what?”
I bite the inside of my mouth to kill the smile that threatens to appear and thread my fingers behind my neck. “I haven’t decided yet.”
I take my time to look him up from head to toe and then back up again, and although my intention is to torture him, I end up torturing myself in the process.
“Come closer.”
He takes two steps forward until he’s close enough to give me a better view but not close enough to touch.
I take one more look at the cock that’s been invading my fantasies before I look up and hold his stare. As soon as our gazes collide, he exhales audibly.
“Have you been thinking about me lately?” My voice comes out hoarse.
