Chapter 12
OLLIE
That body.
That slender build, those defined abs, every inch of him toned and tight, his left nipple ring like a golden beacon ready to be clamped between my teeth. He didn’t look real, too perfect to be made of flesh. Flawless to the point of annoying. A walking slice of pure sex appeal.
And hot. So hot in fact I was lying on my bed covered in cum after beating my dick furiously.
I blinked up at the ceiling, panting, wondering what happened next.
You stop this crap, my mind warned me.
This meant nothing. This was just me appreciating the aesthetics of a good-looking man, the cuddly aftermath of him healing me still swimming in my veins.
Fantasies were healthy with no real weight to them.
Me wanking on my bed over The Sun was a frivolous way to pass the morning.
I’d file it away as a moment of madness, never to be repeated.
Until you see him in something skimpy again…
Those damn trunks!
I rolled off the bed and hit the shower in my ensuite bathroom, scrubbing myself clean. Turned the hot water cold to shock my system and clear my head.
Thinking about him like that felt so good, an errant thought rolled in my head.
Maybe, but it would remain a thinking-only thing. Nothing more than that. No matter how much his blue eyes twinkled, or how his sonorous American-fused-with-British accent made my balls tighten.
Nope. Nope. Nope.
At least this was a distraction from my constant replays of the shimmer witches fake-burning to death. Even though they were alive, their screams still woke me up several times in the night.
Damn Stefan.
And damn my dick!