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I yanked my hand away. “Then why not try being yourself?”
He stood and came within inches of me. “This is me,” he said.
My breath hitched the moment I smelled his scent. Tom Ford, and something manly, invaded my nasal passages, sending signals directly to my cock. He was on the dirty or nasty side. Maybe both. He was wiry and masculine without being overly macho.
“Don’t,” I said, resisting when his hand moved to my chest. I grabbed his wrist again to hold him back, but not before smelling his sweet breath.
Being this close to him made it impossible to not be impressed with his facial structure. Charlie had won the DNA lottery for chiseled faces. High cheekbones. A nosealmosttoo big, but perfectly formed and masculine. Spectacular blue eyes and that chin cleft of deliciousness were almost unbearable to see up this close.
He moved his hand toward my neck and lingered before stroking the bottom of an ear. My knees felt weak. “Like I said, doc. I’m willing to be whomever you desire,” he spoke seductively, weakening my defenses. “You wanna fuck me, then fuck me. You want my cock deep in your sweet man-pussy, then I’ll fuck you.”
Rocco, my mind screamed. Rocco used terms like man-pussy and boy-pussy. Rocco was a fantastic lover who knew how to pull every single one of my strings. He’d been a puppet-master, and I missed being putty in his strong hands.
Fuck!I was horny. I wanted this freak show of a showoff to fuck me wild and hard.
“Those words are gross,” I said, batting his hand away. “And what would make you think I’d just jump into bed with you?”
His hand moved against the front of my jeans. “This,” he uttered, gravelly lust in his voice. He outlined my cock with his hand while I glared at him. “Do you get hard when youdon’twant to fuck?” he asked.
I held his wrist away for me. “One more word,” I warned. “Or one single move like this again, and I’m driving home.Withoutyou!”
“Okay,” he said, stepping away and looking like a dog whose owner just kicked him. “I read the situation wrong,” he added. “I do stupid shit like this and then I hate myself.”
He hadn’tactuallyread the situation wrong. He was right. I was in a hotel room with him. I’d agreed to stay with only one bed in the room, and I did have an erection. What not to read that indicated maybe I was available for his moves.
“I’m exhausted,” I stated, moving to the other side of the bed.
“I’m showering before bed,” he stated.
I slipped out of my shoes and socks, laid my jeans on a chair, and laid down on top of the covers. “I’ll shower after you.”
“Or…?” he began. My eyes narrowed while I raised my hand to him. “Okay,” he acquiesced. “No more shenanigans.”
“Shenanigans?” I quipped. “Shall I hook up the wagon team for the stagecoach ride home, Pa?”
He flipped me off. And just like that, the tension left the room. Or so I thought. “I’m showering,” he repeated.
He stepped out of his loafers and then unbuttoned his shirt, letting it fall to the floor behind him. His bare chest and washboard abs exposed the lean man he was. He stared at me as he undid his belt and then the clasp on his jeans, once again letting an item of clothing fall to the floor.
“Bathroom is over there,” I murmured, doing my best not to stare at the bulge in his CK briefs. If he wasn’t semi-hard, he was hung, huge. If hewassemi-hard, he was still hung, huge.
He lifted one foot at a time and removed his socks, rolling them up and tossing them near his duffle bag like the jock he was. His eyes locked with mine, daring me to watch his next move. I remained fixated on his dance of luring me in. Hehitched a thumb inside the waistband of hisCalvin’sand slid them down an inch or so.
He wouldn’t remove them in front of me, would he? I unconsciously licked my lower lip, flexing my own cock under my briefs.Yep!Hard as a rock. He bent over and yanked his briefs down to his ankles, stood upright, and then stepped out of them, his cock bouncing in front of him.
Thick, was my first thought. Long was my second. Tasty was my third. He had an enormous cut cock with a massive plum head. I swallowed hard at the vision in front of me. Resisting would be very difficult. I was acutely aware that all I had to do was to give any indication I was on board with his striptease, and he’d be on me in a flash. I wanted to, so very badly.
Noticing that I was not avoiding eye contactorhis growing erection, he held it with one hand while he cupped his smooth balls with the other. “It’s big, ain’t it?” he whispered, widening his stance so his dick hung in full view between his thigh gap.
I said nothing. Charlie dragged his hands over his taught stomach and across his chest, placing them behind his head. His naked body was lithe, with each sinewy muscle on full display. As a doctor, I mentally checked off the names of some muscles that were my personal favorites. We locked eyes, but I stayed still. I couldn’t do this with him. I had to resist.
“Nothing?” he asked, flopping his arms to his side.
I shook my head from side to side. “Nothing,” I lied.
“Fuck it then!” he exclaimed, moving toward the bathroom.
Holy fucking God!His ass. I was an exclusive bottom. I only took dick, never gave it, but I swear I’d fuck his impossibly perfect globes of muscled roundness given the chance.
