Chapter 7
Seven
Violet
Okay—I should have turned around and walked out of the bathroom, closing the door behind me, but I couldn’t.
It was impossible to do anything but stand there and stare at the beast in his hands, taking in the veins as a drop of precum glistened on the tip.
His phone sat on a tripod on the counter, aimed directly at him as he glanced at it a few times.
“I’m so sorry,” I stammered, finally forcing my eyes up to meet his. Heat spread across my cheeks as my blush deepened when I thought about how I wasn’t the kind of girl who would just stand there and watch a man masturbate.
His smile was lazy as he gave me a curious look and continued stroking. I struggled to keep my eyes from wandering, from roaming over his body and soaking in all of the perfect details on display for my viewing pleasure.
“No need to apologize.”
“I think there is because I totally just walked in on you—” The words got stuck in my throat as it suddenly went dry. “Whatever it is you’re doing,” I finally stammered, throwing my hands in the air in a flustered mess.
“Jacking off?” he offered, still touching himself as if I weren’t standing there.
His voice was smooth and calm, as if this didn’t bother him in the least. It was almost like he enjoyed being watched and liked the flustered mess that stood in front of him, helpless and unable to look away.
My eyes bulged, and I wasn’t sure if it was because of how unbothered he was by this whole situation or if it was because my body was betraying me as I felt moisture coat my panties.
“Umm... yeah. I guess.” I pressed my lips together to keep from saying anything more.
Not because I didn’t have a million apologies I needed to give for my absolutely inappropriate behavior right now, but more so, so I didn’t say all of the things I knew I shouldn’t.
The thought that I could be that girl who stood here confidently watching him jack off as I praised the cock in his hand sent a thrill through me that I had to shut down immediately.
I hadn’t even been in their house a full twenty-four hours, so I didn’t want to ruin everything by acting like some sex-crazed weirdo.
I turned around, shaking my head, determined to leave when he stopped me.
“You can stay and watch if you want to,” he offered. “It doesn’t bother me at all.”
My hand gripped the doorknob, knowing that I should go.
I should walk away and pretend this never happened.
However, that would be hard, given that I’d never seen anything like that in my life before.
I hadn’t been with many guys before Jared, but all of them seemed to be pretty average—nothing to write home about, but nothing to really complain about either.
I wasn’t a huge fan of sex, so I never cared much about what they brought to the proverbial table to begin with.
But Asher—he wasn’t average. He was sooo far beyond average that my curiosity got the better of me as I slowly turned around, too afraid to look at it because I was worried I wouldn’t be able to stop.
I had stood up to Jared today and left his cheating ass.
The thought that I might be becoming a different woman sent a thrill through me.
But was I really the kind of woman who willingly stood there and watched her neighbor jack off?
My eyes slowly lifted from the floor to his legs as they traveled up his body, noting his thick, muscular thighs before landing on his cock.
He gripped the shaft tighter and slid his hand up and down it while I watched.
I could feel the heat flush through my body and knew there was no way he wasn’t noticing the change in me.
My breathing grew heavier as I felt an ache start between my thighs.
“Damn, sweetheart,” Asher said with a soft whistle. “Look how good you’re blushing for me. You’ve got him doing a standing ovation for you.” His hand left his cock, leaving it to jut up to his stomach on its own.
I clenched my hands into fists at my side to keep from reaching over and touching it.
Never in my life had I ever felt this needy over a man before.
It wasn’t even just a man—it was his cock.
His big, thick cock that promised to do things to me that I couldn’t even dream of.
Just thinking the word cock sent shivers through me.
“I see you like praise,” he noted, pulling my attention back to his face instead of the true shining star of this conversation.
“I’m sorry. What?” I said, confused beyond belief as I blinked quickly, trying to clear the fog.
“I was just commenting on how beautifully your body reacts to praise.” He licked his lips and slowly started stroking himself again. “I’m going to finish in about two minutes.”
It was more of a warning than a statement, his way of giving me a heads up if I didn’t want to see it.
I was already crossing lines with him, and I hadn’t even been there a full day.
I knew that the right thing to do was to leave and pretend this never happened.
Go back to my room and go to sleep, knowing that I would never be the kind of girl who could get a man like him.
I nodded and turned again, this time determined to leave.
“You don’t always have to be the good girl they expect you to be,” he said softly, stopping me once again as he circled back to what I had said earlier.
I looked over my shoulder, looking him in the eye before I responded.
“Maybe I like being a good girl.”
He smirked as he jerked faster, increasing the speed as the temperature rose in the room. I could tell by the look on his face that he knew I was lying. I didn’t like being the good girl and was tired of trying to please everyone else all the time.
“But bad girls have more fun,” he whispered, licking his lips that I wanted to lick instead.
I didn’t say anything but stared as he closed his eyes and grunted, gripping his cock tightly as he came all over his stomach.