Page 36 of Nonverbal

His entire body is motionless as he stares at me and waits for my response. Waits for me to make a move.

I swallow as my phone voices words I would never be strong enough to speak.

His lips part as his gaze rakes up and down my body. A shadow falls across his face. His blue eyes become hooded. Dark. Hungry. I hold my breath for what feels like an eternity, and my confidence fades. Even if he wants me, he’ll say no. He always does. He’ll tell me to leave so he can be alone with his porn.

I can be his porn. If he only lets me.

Please let me.

Slowly, he pulls the sheet away until his cock is on full display. I suck in air. It’s beautiful. He’s a powerful bundle of muscles and masculine grace. He rests his hands on his thighs and lets me look, watching my every reaction. His cock twitches in response to my stare, almost begging for my touch. It grows stiffer, the head swelling.

I tap a rhythm on the back of my phone. My hands are eager to grasp his hardness. I’ve never stroked a man. I want to. I need to.

Yes. Yes! Finally.

I take a step forward, only to be stopped by his open palm. “Stay there,” he commands, licking his lower lip. “I’m showing you. So watch.”

He exhales and grips himself. Making eye contact, his hand glides up and down his length slowly, squeezing every vein and groove. The intensity and unwavering confidence of his stare make my inner muscles clench. His brows drop in concentration, breath shaky as he takes in air through his parted lips and pushes it out with each aggressive stroke.

He’s pleasuring himself to my body. Me.

His fist works hard, a stilted moan slipping from his throat. This is the hottest thing I’ve seen in my entire life. I want to squirm from being so wet. I knew sex with Brody would be different. He’s different. Why won’t he let me ride him? Damn it, I’m so close to that orgasm I can almost feel it shredding through my body.

Shoving my phone in the waistband of my pants, I grab the bottom of my shirt. I lift it to reveal my stomach.

His voice is gruff and heavy. “Give me more than that.”

I lift the fabric to reveal the bottom curves of my breasts.

“More,” he demands.

I slip my top all the way off with trembling hands and let it drop to the floor. My nipples pucker in the cool air.

Like a switch, his strokes quicken and words tumble from his mouth. “Jesus, Paige. Your fucking tits. I love them. They bounce all fucking day. You know how much that makes me want to grab you? God, I wanted to fuck you so hard this morning in the shower.” He sucks in air and moans, eyes fixated on my chest.

Brody’s gruffness and heated stare and sexual force make my body hum. This feeling is delicious, new, a little scary. I’m not used to being so desired. Not used to being around a man so ravenous that he fucks me with his eyes. I’m flushed and the ache between my legs is unbearable. I slip a hand down my pants, which causes Brody to growl and squeeze the top of his length.

“Are you wet?”

I nod. I’ve never been so wet.

He groans. “God, I want to taste you. Smother my face with your pussy. You’re a damn sex goddess, and I bet you taste like one. I want you wrapped around my dick so fucking bad.”

Sounds good to me. I take a step forward.

“Stay there,” he says sharply. “I’ll come for you. Are you going to watch?”

Captivated, I nod. I need to know what he looks like when he’s at the peak of pleasure, a craving I never realized I had.

He chokes on air and garbled curse words come out. With a few more moans and heavy pumps, thick white cum pours from his tip, coating his hand and filling the cracks between each finger. His head rolls back as he works more out, moaning, “Paige. Fuck.” He loses himself to the sensations as his body twitches.

Sensations I may never experience.

The distance between us is suddenly insurmountable. A swirling void.

Before he can recover, I snatch my shirt from the floor and say, Then I scurry away.

I make it to my room before my wobbly legs buckle. My heart is still racing. What was that? I thought porn would prepare me for anything, but I was wrong. That was so…sexual. There’s no other way to describe it. Manly and powerful and dripping with lust. I wanted him to touch me, devour me. I craved it.

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