Chapter 6
6
D ante
I knock on Lucia’s door, which is much more respectful than she did to me earlier.
I grabbed a pair of lounge pants, not because I was modest, but because I didn’t want a bodyguard to see me naked in case one of them did a sweep of the house before bedtime.
She wants to play games? I’ll give her a game. A dark sensation unfurls inside me. I shouldn’t be doing this, but fuck it.
“What is it?” she asks from inside her bedroom, a nervous cadence in her voice.
Coward. She doesn’t want to face me after she gawked at me minutes ago. I knew what she was doing from the moment she walked into the bedroom and leaned into the bathroom. Because of what I do, I’m hyper-aware of my surroundings. I felt her presence. So, I gave her a little show. I don’t know what I expected—for her to join me in the shower or leave.
But now, I need to get even.
She saw me masturbate. I should be allowed to see her do the same. It’s only fair.
“Open,” I growl.
“I’m sleepy. I’ll talk to you tomorrow,” she says in a voice that doesn’t sound sleepy at all.
Talking isn’t my goal.
I do a little kick against the door, opening it. “Lucia.”
She steps back, her eyes widening in surprise. “Listen, I’m sorry I looked at you. That was a mistake. I went into your bedroom to check on AJ.”
Liar. People who lie to me usually get harsh consequences, but this is one I’ll let slip. “You thought you’d find a baby taking a late-night shower by herself?” I ask, sarcasm dripping from my voice.
“No.” She rolls her eyes, annoyed that I can read her like a goddamn book. “I knew it was you.”
I hover around her, circling her like she’s a piece of meat and I’m a starving animal about to pounce. I look at her, erasing the distance between us until I breathe into her hair. “Then why?” I ask, my voice thick.
The air around us shifts, my lungs constrict, and even her room seems about two sizes as small as the last time I was here.
Lucia doesn’t move a muscle. This dangerous closeness between us sets my chest ablaze. My cock twitches.
“I don’t know. I was… bored. Impulsive. A bad combination.”
“How would you feel if I watched you shower? And touch yourself?” I ask in a low voice.
She turns around clumsily. “Well, I?—”
I grab her wrist and pull her to me in one swift move to show her I’m not amused. I never intended to play these kinds of games with her, but she started it. “That was a rhetorical question. I, my dear Lucia, firmly believe in getting even.”
She pulls away from me, and I let her go. With calculated moves, I pull out the chair by her dresser and sit, crossing my arms.
“So, I’d get going if I were you,” I say casually.
She shifts her weight from one foot to the other, taken aback. “What?”
“I’m not making you shower. But I’m not leaving this bedroom until you show me what I showed you,” I say, and every male part of me roars when I hear myself.
My blood thickens in my veins, my heart pumping each beat in staccato. I’m going to see her naked and touching herself. Soon—very soon.
She folds her arms over her chest in self-preservation mode. “Are you insane? That’s highly inappropriate.”
I cock my head to the side. A little too late to be appropriate. “My thoughts exactly.”
She frowns and walks in circles. “This could hurt our professional relationship.”
“You didn’t think about that earlier, did you?” I demand.
A small bob slides down her throat. She must know there’s no going back. “Are you serious?”
“Yep. No negotiation.” I adjust the chair so I’m sitting a few feet from the bed. I’ll get a good show when she climbs on it and gives me what I want.
“I guess if that’ll make you leave faster,” she says, climbing onto her bed. She scoots to the middle and pulls the sheet over her, but I shake my head.
“I want to see you touching your cunt.”
She blushes, even as she gives me a mean look. I don’t care. She reaches into her nightstand and pulls out the vibrator she bought. Then she removes her underwear and sets it aside. I shuffle in the chair, uncomfortable.
My cock moves. I never came in the shower. I meant to, but I got distracted when Lucia left in a hurry. The frustration stings my balls and unsettles my bloodstream.
I’m tightly wound, and now is not the time for delays.
She parts her legs and inserts the vibrator in her sex. I see her parting her glistening pink flesh and the vibrator sinking into her tight pussy. Damn. I can’t see the rest of her—she’s not naked, a request I was well within my right to make.
I hear the buzzing sound from the device, and she works it, sliding it in and out of her.
Unable to stay still, I put my hand down my pants and whip out my cock. I’m already hard and touch myself, my eyes never leaving her body.
She moans, the sound so sexy and low it adds more to the pressure building in my core. Fuck. When her gaze collides with mine, and she sees me stroking my dick, I notice the way her breath catches in her throat. She doesn’t stop. Instead, she quickens her thrusts, working the vibrator, fucking herself deeper for me.
“Take off your shirt,” I demand, and to my surprise, she does so instantly, with one hand pulling the sleep shirt over her head.
From where I sit, I see her breasts—delicious medium size tits, the perfect size to fit in my hand or mouth.
She arches her back, filling herself with the vibrator, and the sensual image is etched in my brain. She’s so fucking sexy, and her confidence as she chases her pleasure… our ragged breaths are the only sounds in the room besides the naughty sound of her wet pussy taking in the vibrator and the soothing buzz.
She moans, and I can see she’s getting close. Hell, so am I.
It’s like we’re fucking, but not fucking. The built-up tension makes an intense sweep over me, and I stand, walk up to her, violently stroking my cock, fully aware I’m about to come. I barely reach the side of the bed next to her. She fucks herself faster, and her body jerks and trembles.
I stare at her, and she stares right back at me. Our eyes exchange messages, codes, secrets, and that does it for me—I point my cock at her tits and let myself go. I come hard, spraying my hot load on her, and she doesn’t waver, doesn’t move. Watching her like this, coated with my cum, unlocks a primal part of me.
I want to own her. I want to fuck her—but going any further tonight will land me in deeper trouble than I already am.
I’m still shaking when I shove my dick inside my pants again and step back, watching her as she lies on the bed, sweat glistening her body, cheeks blushing, and my cum dripping from her chest down her belly.
I use every ounce of determination as I turn and move toward the door. “Now we’re even,” I say as I twist the cold door handle, heaving in my palm. I hope I’m right.