Several strokes later, the most animalistic growl I've ever heard tears from his parted lips at the same time a stream of cum rockets out of his swollen knob. My hands dart up to secure a death-tight grip on the vanity as I struggle to contain my excited moans. Even battling to keep my crouched position unknown, my eyes remain arrested on Rico. Considering he is the leading cause of the pleasurable shimmer revitalizing my tired body with renewed hope, he deserves my dedicated devotion.
He continues stroking his cock until every perfect drop of his cum is released, while I fight to keep my pleasurable groans to a dull hum. It's one of the hardest battles I’ve ever fought. My grip on the vanity loosens when his pumps on his cock slow from a manic to gradual pace.
When he releases his still-firm cock from his grasp, reality smacks into me. I just hid in the corner of a bathroom watching a man bring himself to ecstasy.Oh. My. Lord. I'm a horrible person.
Beyond embarrassed at my appalling behavior, I scamper off the floor and charge across the room as quickly as my shaking legs can take me. My heart is thrashing in my chest, matching the insane pulse surging through my pussy, and blood is rushing to my skin, coating every inch with a vibrant red hue.
I’ve barely slipped out the door when the shower being switched off jingles through my ears.
I lean against the door and gasp in quick breaths. That was one call too close for comfort.
Chapter 15
After giving myself a few moments to calm the mad beat of my heart, I push off the door and amble to the chair in front of the dressing mirror. My steps are heavy, weighed down by the guilt maiming my heart. I can’t believe I just did that. I’ve never been so bold...or disturbing.
Vegas should come with a warning label.
"Life as you know it will become non-existent," I mumble, waving my hand in the air dramatically.
When I plop into the chair, I catch my reflection in the mirror. My eyes are wide and bright, my natural beige coloring is accentuated with a pair of rosy cheeks, and my lips are plump from having my teeth dragged across them. I'd like to say my rouged appearance is solely based on the stifling Las Vegas heat already pumping into the room, but that would be a lie. Even a stranger could read the signs my body is relaying. I'm the most sexually aroused I've ever been.Who wouldn't be after witnessing an event like that?
Ignoring the gnawing pit in the middle of my chest for invading Rico’s privacy, I snag a concealer stick out of my makeup bag and set to work on hiding the bags plaguing my drooping eyes. Nothing but a few hours between the sheets will fix the flustered look on my face, so I may as well start at the least complicated part of my unsightliness.
Within seconds of me applying the first layer of concealer to my eyes, Rico enters the room. I continue with my mission, pretending I haven't noticed his presence. My ignorance lasts a matter of seconds when I catch sight of his reflection in the mirror. His stark naked reflection.
The concealer stick drops to the dresser with a clatter as my eyes scandalously drink in every inch of his gloriously naked frame. I try to tear my perverted gaze away, but just like in the bathroom, my morals have been left for dust. It would be like taking a girl to Tiffany’s and requesting for her to only look at the earrings. That will never happen. When there's something beautiful to admire, you devour every inch of it, giving equal devotion to each admirable asset.
And that’s what I do to Rico's body as he gathers clothing from the walk-in closet and commences getting dressed. By the way my eyes refuse to blink for fear of missing something, anyone would swear he was doing something more riveting than getting dressed. But like everything he does, he dresses with a sense of confidence and stature. He moves with such gracefulness, you can't help but be entranced.
Even though I've seen him shirtless numerous times the past twenty-four hours, my eyes roam over every spectacular ridge and dip of his muscular physique. His biceps aren't brawny like weightlifters, but they’re thick and veiny, and clearly show he works out. The six bumps in his stomach constrict when he bends over to step into a pair of blue boxer shorts. Not wanting to miss the opportunity to once again see his spectacular package, I slowly drop my eyes to the lower half of his body.
A trail of dark hair flows from his flat inner belly button to a small patch of curly hairs. Just like his facial hair, his pubic hair is trimmed, but it still has an edge of manly roughness to it. My jaw muscle slackens when my eyes drop even lower. The throb of my pussy overtakes the pounding of my head when my wide gaze zooms in on his glorious cock. Even flaccid, his penis is thick, long, and mouth-wateringly beautiful.
When his cock twitches, a dash of desire thickens my blood and my eyes rocket to his. The tingling of my pussy intensifies when my heavily dilated eyes meet with his heavy-hooded gaze. He has clearly noticed my avid assessment of his body. His grin is smug; his eyes are blazing with lust, and he's the cockiest I've ever seen him. Which is saying something for a man with as much confidence as Rico.
With a cheeky wink, he slips his cotton boxer shorts up his thighs, covering the core-clenching visual from my devious eyes. Not the slightest bit annoyed that I’m ogling him from across the room, he throws a plain white cotton tee over his head and tugs a pair of dark blue jeans up his legs before pushing off his feet and ambling towards me. My womb tingles with every prowling step he takes, but like a deer trapped in headlights, I stand frozen and muted, rendered immobile by the massive surge of euphoria pumping through my veins.
He locks his dark gaze with mine in the mirror before muttering, “Good morning, Kitten.”
His raspy voice adds to the warm slickness coating my panties. “M-m morning.”
When he stands behind me to run his fingers through his hair in the mirror, I feel the heat of his elongated cock on my back. My breathing increases to rapid-fire pants as I struggle to ignore the pleas of my body.
Once his fingers have wrangled his dark locks into the sexed-up look he regularly wears, he locks his eyes back to me. I dart my gaze away, pretending I wasn’t daydreaming about replacing his hands with my own.
“Did you sleep well?”
“Uh huh,” I mumble through the lump in my throat, the huskiness of my voice exposing my excitement at his closeness.
“Why are you up so early?” He leans over my shoulder to snag his watch from the dresser.
I shrug. “Couldn’t sleep. You?”
Air becomes trapped in my throat when my senses are filled with the delicious smell of his body wash. It’s unique, virile, and adds a sweet aroma to his spicy scent.
After fastening his flashy-looking watch on his wrist, Rico returns his eyes to mine reflecting in the mirror. "I needed to work off some restlessness, so I went for a run."
Heat creeps across my cheeks as the image of him in the shower plays through my mind. Obviously his run didn't have the outcome he was aiming for.
