Chapter 12 Impressive Size
IMPRESSIVE SIZE
DYLAN
I frowned, looking down at my crotch where she was pointing.
Thankfully, it was covered by the towel or else she would see how pathetic I was.
I was already half-hard seeing her standing in front of me.
She was taller than the average woman, but without the heels, her head reached my shoulders.
Her soft scent wafted into my nose, made my heart pound and blood rush to my dick.
“My cock is the problem?” I arched a brow, fighting the smirk tugging at my lips. “Strange. It’s never been an issue before.”
Her cheeks burned, and for a second I almost felt like a dick for putting her on the spot. Almost.
“I mean… I think it’s fine. I can fix it if you—”
Katie cleared her throat, eyes darting anywhere but at me. “The issue is your size. It’s… impressive.”
I couldn’t stop the grin from spreading across my face.
Really, I couldn’t.
My ego swelled as fast as my cock.
“Yeah?” I stepped closer, voice low and smug as hell. “You think it’s impressive?”
Every part of me wanted to puff out my chest and howl like a caveman. Katie thinks my dick is impressive! But I reined it in. Barely.
“Stop fishing,” she rolled her eyes, brushing past me, reaching for her purse like she hadn’t just fed me a compliment that was going straight to my balls. She kept her box of condoms, sex-plan, lubes inside. “You already get that a lot.”
I tracked her every move as she bent over to grab her stockings. Fuck, the way her muscles flexed when she bent. The way her skirt hugged her ass made my mouth water.
She balled up the nylon and tucked it away neatly. Christ. Even the way she folded her damn stockings made my cock twitch. I remembered where her panties were. Stuffed in the back pocket of my pants, waiting like a dirty secret.
Feeling guilty (okay, only a LITTLE bit guilty) I stepped forward and asked her to sit down.
To my surprise, she obeyed, perching on the edge of the bed.
I sank down in front of her, fingers wrapping around her ankle, massaging slowly before slipping her heel onto her foot.
I forced myself to focus on the task. Not her thighs.
Not the naked heat between her legs. Definitely not the way her skirt hitched up higher—shit, I’m getting hard.
My dick was already rising, straining against the towel still clinging to my hips.
“If my cock is the only reason you don’t want to see me again, then that’s bullshit,” I mumbled, lifting her other foot into my lap.
My thumb stroked over smooth skin as I slipped on her heel.
She didn’t have any calluses on her ankle so I knew she wore high heels a lot.
Either for her work or for her own pleasure.
I flicked my eyes up and found her staring intently at me. I held her gaze and caressed her leg. “I don’t mean to brag, but I’ve got one hell of a tongue and fingers. Even if you don’t want to fuck me—”
“But I want someone I can have penetrative sex with,” she argued, her eyes full of determination.
“Fucking hell, Katie.” My cock throbbed hard enough to make me wince. “Do you have to say it like that? ‘Penetrative sex’? Just say fuck. Or ride. Or sex.”
Her gaze dropped right where my towel tented, my cock pulsing against the fabric. Her lips parted.
“That’s… impressive,” she whispered.
“What?” I was scared and excited to hear what would come out of her mouth.
“Your refractory period.” She looked amused. “It’s already fully hard again?”
In response, my cock jerked visibly, straining harder.
I stood up, my jaw tight. “Yeah, Katie. Fully hard.” I grabbed for my clothes, because if I didn’t, I’d pin her to the bed and show her exactly what impressive fucking meant. “Can we talk about when you’re free again for our next lesson?”
I moved around the room to grab my clothes and don them, being fully aware of her gaze on me.
If I trip now, she’ll know I’m a loser.
I focused on not being clumsy even though I was hard.
Her voice was softer this time, almost hesitant. “But… I don’t know if it’ll fit.”
Fuck. I was going to burst.
I looked at her, every muscle in my body strung tight with restraint. “Don’t worry about it,” I said, my voice husky. “All you have to worry about is whether you are having fun or not. If it’s pleasurable or not. And I’ll take care of the rest.”
Katie stood up, and I nearly stopped breathing when she walked closer. Her bare legs, smooth and toned, were a fucking sin without those stockings. My gaze was greedy, unwilling to leave them.
“Would that be fun for you?” she asked, tilting her head, voice soft and curious. Fucking innocent. Too innocent. She did not know how badly I wanted to combust under that gaze. How the towel was torturing me, brushing against my cock like it wanted me to lose it right there.
“Would that be pleasurable for you? If I did… nothing?”
You have no fucking idea.
“Yes,” I nodded, almost groaning and blinking back the lust.
She hummed and grabbed her purse. “You are hot, Dex. You must get a lot of attention on that app from all kinds of people.” She looked over her shoulder and said, “So I don’t understand why you’re being pushy about meeting me again.”
Because I’ve loved you before I even knew what that word meant. Because every word you’ve spoken is branded into my skull.
Because I’m yours.
And you don’t even fucking know it’s me.
Instead, I smirked and lied through my teeth. “You’re hotter. And I’ve never popped a virgin cherry before.”
I wanted to punch myself. But I needed her to think I was a cocky player, just another guy chasing pussy.
Not Dylan.
Not hers.
Not the one who’d been worshipping her from the shadows for years.
She faced me, crossing her arms and giving me that scolding glare. Fuck. My cock twitched, hardening more, because apparently I was depraved enough that I could cum just by Katie telling me off.
Her tits pressed together under her top when she crossed her arms, and I wanted them in my mouth, wanted to suck until she cried out my name—
“How are you going to get off?”
“Imagining your tits.”
Silence. Dead silence.
When I finally looked at her face, she was flushed scarlet.
Fuck.
“S-sorry, I mean… I’ll take care of it,” I stammered, running a hand through my hair like an idiot and fumbling for my pants.
“Okay.” Her voice was barely a whisper. I turned around to push my leg through my jeans and cursed myself for being such a fucking jerk.
“Do you want me to help you?”
My brain short-circuited.
“No!” I barked too fast. I was panicking. “N-no, thanks. I can handle it.”
She frowned, probably thinking I was some weirdo, but I didn’t trust myself. If she touched me, if she even breathed on my cock, I’d come all over her like a pathetic virgin.
“Are you sure?”
“Yes.” I gritted it out, ditching the towel and biting back a groan as I zipped my pants over my hard-on. Pain shot through me, but I’d rather bleed than bust in front of her in my pants. Again.
When I turned back, her eyes were locked on my crotch. Of course they were. My sweet little pervert.
“You want to take a picture?” I taunted, leaning back against the table, letting her look. With an unbuttoned shirt and a bulge, I was sure I looked like I was begging to be fucked.
I flashed her a cocky grin even though I felt like an idiot.
“Wouldn’t that hurt?” Her brows furrowed in genuine concern for my dick. “Is it fine if you go commando?”
Christ. She was worried about my cock. My cock.
“It’s fine,” I lied, straightening up and closing the distance between us. “Says the girl who’s standing here without panties. Think you’ll be fine, Katie?”
Her eyelashes looked long and perfect when she looked up at me. “I’ll be fine,” she whispered, not backing down.
Fuck me.
“Are you sure?” I leaned in, lips brushing her ear and voice dropping low. “You can ride my fingers or… hands, before you leave. I’ll make it so good you won’t even remember why you said no.”