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His eyes are the abyss I slowly drown in. I can gaze at them for hours. Somehow, his tattoos feel powerful and dangerous. And I want them to rub against me.
I tick my chin up, not breaking the eye contact.
Kai hooks his thumbs under the waistband of his board shorts and pauses, his gaze never leaving mine.
I look down, then up at him again, remove my hands from him, and take a step back, leaning against the desk behind me with my hands.
There is no mistake in the way I look at him that I want to see him. It takes all my courage not to cover myself. I’ve never been naked in front of a guy. Or a girl, for that matter.
This is an offering. And a dare.
Slowly, Kai tugs his board shorts down, just below his hips, letting his erection free. I bring my gaze down—
Holy hell…
I stare at it, and now I understand what he meant when he said that if he did anything to me back then, I would’ve felt it the next day.
He is big. Very big. Smooth. Perfect. I’m not sure he would fit inside me without hurting me. If he were inside of me that night, he would have ripped me apart.
I swallow hard but don’t take my eyes away from his hardness even when his inked hand wraps around it and starts stroking it softly.
I’ve never been with a guy. Never been that close to a naked guy. I’ve seen plenty of raunchy videos, sure. But this—he—feels special.
His white erection is framed by dark curls on his groin and tattooed abdomen and is even more pronounced.
“I want you to sit on that desk, petal,” he says softly.
His voice is low and husky, charged with that animal magnetism that is overpowering.
I raise my eyes at him, and he gives me a backward nod.
I do what he asks, the desk surface cold against my butt.
“Open your legs,” he orders softly, all the while stroking himself. “Wider,” he insists until my thighs are wide apart, feet dangling in the air. His gaze drops to my pussy. “Now show me how you play with yourself.”
Need coils inside me at his words. I am so wet that I feel the liquid seep out of me.
How would I—
“You touch yourself, don’t you?” Kai takes a step closer, his hand stroking his cock only a foot away from my opening. “Show me. Come on, petal.”
I swallow hard. I am embarrassed and aroused at the same time. This is like some porn movie, but it’s so erotic that if he wanted to take me this very moment, I would’ve let him. I slide my hand down between my legs and start softly touching myself.
I burn with shame. This is too open. This is not lovemaking. This is raw. Carnal.
But Kai is hypnotized. I can see by the increasing rhythm of his strokes that he likes what he sees.
His other hand glides up my thigh, stopping at the junction, and his thumb slides up my slit, touching my fingers.
“F-f-fuck,” he whispers, steps closer, bringing his erection an inch away from my fingers. Then the inch is gone, and his tip is touching my fingers.
We are both staring down, our foreheads almost touching, as we watch, transfixed.
It’s hands, fingers, his ink, and my wetness, his hand jerking violently at his erection and my fingers rubbing my pussy, both of us nudging our hips at each other.
This is madness. Was it the kiss or the rain that flipped an invisible switch, and we are both like two cats in heat?
The ink on his hand is dark against my white skin, his sex against mine. The sight is so primal that I feel the arousal spike through me again. I want him inside me, where it burns.
