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I’m about to step into the shower with him when he stops humming, and for a moment I hold my breath, wondering if he’s seen me here.
Then I watch, my mouth going dry as he turns under the shower and reaches down, between his legs. Even through the steamed-up shower screen that thing looks enormous. He wraps one massive hand around the shaft and grunts as he glides it slowly forward, then back.
“Atlanta,” he moans, as my jaw goes slack, my nipples turning to bullets. If I wasn’t sure he didn’t know I was here, I would swear he was talking to me. “Fuck, Atlanta. So tight. So perfect.”
I lick my lips, wondering what I should do right now. Is it right to watch him masturbate? I’m not sure I can tear myself away even if it’s not. Absently, my own hand goes to my crotch, massaging my mound through my panties, a little shiver of need making my fingertips warm and damp.
“Baby, I need it. Need you so bad. That’s it, baby, squeeze me, make me ready for you.”
“Oh, God...”
The words slip out before I can stop them, and I bite into my bottom lip but it’s too late.
His head darts to the side, looking at me through the glass. “Atlanta?”
“Sorry,” I mutter. “Sorry, I should go.”
“No fucking way. You stay right here.” He pushes the shower screen aside and steps forward, his whole body revealed to me, and I can’t help looking it up and down.
Dark hair, slick with water, covers his chest, little tufts of it continuing down over his hard rounded stomach, leading down to the thick, coarse hair surrounding his iron cock. It’s so big and thick, I’m not sure I could even get my hand around it, let alone my mouth, or—dare I say it—my pussy. The thought of trying, though, is making my body quiver with anticipation.
I shake my head, my voice unsteady. What if he says no? “I won’t stay and watch you masturbate. Not now. If I’m here, I’m coming in there with you.”
“Baby...” His face looks conflicted, and I know what he’s thinking. The same as this morning, that I deserve more.
But he’s wrong. “This is what I want,” I say, almost impetuously, and boldly take a step forward, then another, until I’m close enough to reach out and touch the swollen head of his cock. I caress it gently, listening to his sharp intake of breath as a little bead of pre-cum forms at the tip.
Then I drop to my knees, and kiss it away.
Salty. Sweet. Thin and delicious.
I look up, meeting his eyes, and lick my lips. My first taste of him.
“Fuck. I wanted to give you everything, Atlanta. I want to buy you every gift you can imagine, take you to fine restaurants, whisk you away to some tropical beach.”
I smile and shake my head. “I don’t need any of that.”
“But you do.” His voice is thick with emotion. “Because if I give you the world and everything in it, then maybe—just maybe—I’ll deserve you.” He takes my arm and lifts me to stand, but doesn’t let me go. “The things I’ve had to do, if I told you you’d...you’d never speak to me again. You’d run away right now and you’d be right to—”
I put a finger on his lips, and he quietens right away. Such a strong man, willing to give me so much control.
“I’m never going to run away from you.”
“You should.”
“Never. You hear me?” I meet his eyes and will the truth of that one word into his head. I’m not going anywhere. “I don’t care what you’ve done. Whatever it is, I forgive you. Whatever hurt there is in here...” I flatten my hand against his chest, and feel his heartbeat thumping against my palm. “Whatever pain you’re feeling, I can help it all to go away. You just have to let me in.”
He turns his face down, shaking his head so that droplets of water splash onto my bare chest. “I don’t know how. I’ve been doing this so long and I...” His eyes come up to meet mine and I see such hurt in them, I want to take it all away. If I could feel it for him, I would. “I hate it. I hate what I’ve become. I’ve been trying, Atlanta, you have to believe me. I’m trying to change everything, but I thought I was doing it as a legacy, as something good to come out of my life. I can’t wait that long anymore. You’ve shown me something new. I need to live differently. I need tolive.”
I nod and wrap my arm around his shoulders, pulling myself in close, stretching up. “When I first saw you, I had this impression. That you weren’t the man everyone thinks you are.”
“I am that man,” he says. “I won’t lie to you, Atlanta. He’s me and I’m him but...it was never meant to be like this. I never even knew I was capable of the things I’ve done. My dad ran this business. My older brother was set to take over from him. Everyone assumed I’d be the college graduate with a legitimate career.”
“What happened?”
“They were both killed. A drive by in a restaurant, right in front of me and my mom. Probably meant to kill us too but we were shielded by them. She never wanted this for me either, but the family was falling apart after that. So many people wanted to run it and the only one enough of the captains could get behind was the Brickhouse kid.”
“You,” I say, imagining how his world must have been turned on its head in an instant.
