He frowned, appearing thoroughly confused. How odd. “They were hurting you.”
“You could have subdued them. You’re the guard.”
He picked up one of my feet and slid my boot off. Then the other. I let him for some reason I couldn’t comprehend. “They were horrible people. You do not know their crimes. They deserved nothing less.”
He was right. I wasn’t upset at all by their deaths. I was admittedly feeling this way because I didn’t know who this man was or what he really wanted from me.
He stood up and took his shirt off before moving to the sink to lean against the counter as he took his boots off. His body was corded with muscle like I imagined, his stomach hard and defined. His arms, biceps flexing when he took off his shoes, looked almost as big as my thighs. I fought hard to keep my jaw from hanging open as my center clinched at the sight of him. There was something shimmery and otherworldly about his bronzed skin under the light. I wanted to touch it. Maybe even lick it. I couldn’t recall the last time I’d been so entranced by a man upon first sight.
I kept watching as he unbuttoned his slacks and took them off, along with his underwear, in one quick movement. The air depleted from my lungs, and my center was now a drenched puddle. Between impressively thick, muscular thighs was an incredibly large, wide dick, and it was fully at attention.
My eyes felt dry because I forgot to blink. I didn’t even recall breathing. It was one thing to feel it and see the outline through his pants, but to behold it directly was shocking. He wasn’t cocky about his physique, and he could have been. Unfazed by his nudity, he walked over to his shower. He stepped in, dipping his head under the stream of water.
I finally blinked as I watched the water rinse away the blood on him. He grabbed a bar of soap from a self in the shower, holding a few other bottles, and began to wash his body. His hands running over his muscular pecs, biceps, and sculpted back and ass. He grasped his length and began to stroke it, or was he washing it? I couldn’t tell. It all looked erotic to me.
And he was spending a good amount of time on his dick. I thought I heard a moan. It wasn’t mine. He looked over to me, eyelids hooded as he continued. I nearly slid off the toilet seat from the wetness I had created. My eyes refused to look away from his. He extended a hand to me. “Come.”
I dropped my mouth open. That’s what I would do if he kept putting on a show like that for me. I wordlessly shook my head. He tilted his head to the side, a slight smile on his lips that gave me freaking butterflies. Here was a strange, hot guy, wet in the shower with the most imposing physique, yet the kindest eyes I’d ever seen.
Something tugged at me. A pull at the back of my brain. A whisper in my ear that felt calming, telling me I was safe. I wanted to be in that shower with him, but it also felt crazy. He was my captor. A Nodoorian guard who only saved me for himself. And here he was seducing me, and I was going to let him.
I pulled down my leggings and panties and took off my top and bra. My legs then moved me to the shower. I wasn’t in a trance. I knew what I was doing. I was in full-on lust.
His smile widened, and I think my heart actually skipped. It took almost nothing from him to affect me. I had gone from fear to lust in a matter of minutes.
I stepped into the water and tossed my head back to look up at him. He grasped the sides of my face gently, giving me the most knee-weakening kiss I had ever received. His lips were like fire on mine, soft, full, and warm. His tongue snaked into my mouth, exploring every part. My core simmered with heat. I wanted this man more than I could understand.
He withdrew from my mouth, and I actually pouted. He grabbed the bar of soap and then turned me around. I soon felt the bar and his hands rub over my back. My body further unwound at his touch. His hands were large and hard but somehow comforting as he washed me. Every part of me. And I let him.
His hands moved over my arms, my ass, my back. My legs shook as he moved in front of me, then lowered down and ran his hands over my inner thighs. He carefully spread my legs apart and then began to caress me with soap again until his fingers brushed against my labia. We locked eyes, and I could have collapsed just from the weight of his gaze; he was so serious about what he was doing. I should have been bothered that I was giving him exactly what I thought he brought me to his place to do. However, at that moment, I didn’t care. I was getting something too.
I bit my lip and placed a hand on the wall of the shower as his fingers continued to explore my folds. I gasped as he traced a circle over my clit, increasing his speed as he continued to gaze up at me. I closed my eyes, grinding into his hand.
“Open your eyes,” he said in a quiet voice.
I did as he requested, staring back down at him. He lifted one of my legs over his shoulder, and my eyes widened, fearful that I might lose balance.
“I’ve got you,” he stated as he placed a large hand on my lower back to steady me.
His voice, deep and nerve-igniting, was like an attack on my clit, I was so close to exploding.
He then dipped a finger into me, moving his thumb to brush over my clit. I could feel his long finger inside of me move in a come-hither motion against my g-spot. I cried out as bolts of electric desire spread throughout my core. I would come sooner than I thought, and it was hard to keep my eyes open with all the contact. The warm water hitting my body and sliding down like a relaxing massage, the feel of his hard body under my leg on his shoulder, his heated touch at my pussy.
He dipped his head toward me, and that long tongue swept over my labia and between my folds, replacing his finger. The feel of his wet mouth inside of me, sweeping over my walls with the lightest touch, took me over the edge. My mind clouded with desire; I couldn’t hold on much longer. He moved his tongue to my clit and replaced his finger inside me.
That was all I needed, the touch of that appendage-like tongue on my body set me on fire, and I exploded against his mouth. I could feel myself leaking as my body shook, almost convulsing. My release dripped down my legs, mixing with the water. He lapped at my core greedily, like a man deprived of food. His hands clutched my ass and pressed my body to his face. I couldn’t come down from my orgasm, it was like no other, and I vibrated again from the feel of him on my sensitive area.
He gently lowered my leg, got up, and turned the water off. He then picked me up in his arms again. This man did not like letting me walk. Was he afraid I was going to run off naked and weak from a mind-blowing orgasm? He had no worries there.
We headed to what I assumed was his bedroom. Simple, like the rest of his house, with nothing on the walls, a king-size bed, nightstand, and dresser. He lay me down on the bed even though I was wet. He then moved between my legs, his hand stroking his still, very hard member.
I pressed my lips together, excited and scared to try to take something so big into me. Sensing the hesitation in my eyes, he paused, a look of concern on his face. He looked almost innocent then. How did someone so strong, so violent, so massive, look so harmless in that moment? I wanted to wrap my arms around him and hold him to my chest. Damn those soulful, alien eyes of his.
Shit, time to give it the college try because I wanted the hell out of this man. I reached up and wrapped my hand around his shaft. It didn’t even make it all the way around. Geez. Luckily, I was still wet, so we were going to keep the party going the best we could. I stroked him up and down and locked my eyes with him. He seemed to really enjoy that eye contact even though it was hella intimate.
But those eyes were masterful, and currently, they were glowing and narrowed in desire. That look. My pussy clenched at the air in frustration as I gazed at him. His face was a mixture of pain and desire. I’d never felt so wanted before.
I scooted down farther on the bed and lined my opening up to his cock. I swiped it back and forth over my drenched lower lips. I throbbed for him. He scrunched his face up, muttering a curse, and moved forward, bracing his weight on his arms on either side of me. I slowly slid him inside me.
