9. Maxim
9
MAXIM
“Come and look, malishka,” I repeat, turning towards her.
I continue languidly stroking my cock, letting my fingers bump each of the barbells, sending shudders of pleasure to the base of my spine. I thought it would be good to take the edge off before having dinner with Hayley, but I had no idea my innocent girl would want to watch.
Because that wasn’t a quick “Notice and turn away, embarrassed”. I saw her in the reflection of the glass.
No. She was staring at my naked body and my erection as though she’d never seen anything like it in her life, and she wanted to see more.
Ecstasy flares down my cock as she gazes at it, seemingly unable to look away.
And although part of me knows I’m a shitty excuse for a human, she’s in my bedroom, wearing nothing but a towel, and her eyes are still on my cock.
The line of seven bars is just one of the many reasons I’ve kept my distance from Hayley since we met. Or tried to.
She approaches hesitantly, but without fear, clutching her towel. Her hair is wet, and her skin pink from the shower.
My fingers are set between the barbells on my cock—titanium—as I keep stroking.
“Do you want to give me something to look at too, malishka?” I rasp. My throat is dry despite the steam around me.
Her chin jerks up so she’s looking me in the face, her pretty mouth open in shock. Her cheeks are flushed. “I…”
I pause. This is her moment to run away, if she wants to. I don’t force things, but I do take advantage of situations that fall into my lap.
“Drop the towel, Hayley,” I order in a gruff voice. “Let me see your raw beauty.”
She lets out a little mew, but her fingers drag the ends of the white, fluffy fabric apart. Then it falls.
The sight sparks new pleasure down my arteries, stronger with every rapid heartbeat.
I’ve fantasized about how she would look, of course. But those were vague, fuzzy images. The reality is so much more. She’s slight, but also soft.
Her tits are a perfect handful, and her waist nips in as I thought it might when I saw her in an apron all those times. The curves of her hips are exactly right for holding onto, and her pussy is covered by dark curls. My mouth waters.
Those nipples. I don’t know where to look first. Her legs are solid and strong, and that vision of her riding my face and coming gets a scorchingly hot update of the plump flesh of her thighs pressing on my ears, blocking out the rest of the world as I feast.
My cock twitches.
“You’re so perfect,” I murmur.
She bites her lip, and her hands go to cover herself.
“No. Let me see you, malishka.” I continue staring greedily.
“I’m sorry,” she stammers out.
I shake my head. “You don’t ever have to be sorry for looking at me. Now come here.”
She doesn’t move. But she doesn’t run away either, so I straighten and push off the shower screen where I’d been leaning against it, and crook my forefinger, beckoning her.
My other hand hasn’t stopped its slow slide up and down my cock.
She visibly draws in a breath, and steps towards me.