8. Alek
ALEK
Being in this shower with her means everything to me. Granted, my control is hanging on by a thread. I’ll never act on my urges, not when she’s trusting me to remain in control and I will never disappoint her by losing my grip on it.
I know how monumental this is. For her to want me in the shower, trusting me enough to see her naked, to care for her because right now she can’t take care of herself.
She’s beyond beautiful. Her body is perfection. It’s a crime bruises are littered all over her body. Every single one I come across, I want to press a kiss to. I know it won’t heal them, but maybe it would soothe her. But I keep my lips to myself.
For now.
Naturally, my cock is hard, the outline very noticeable from the wet pants sticking to me. She’s able to see the length, the width, the crown, nothing is left to the imagination.
Part of me hopes she doesn’t look. I don’t want her to feel any pressure or obligation to look or touch me, no matter how badly I want her to. This isn’t about what I want. It’s about what she wants. The last thing she needs to a man wanting something from her.
She’s had enough taken away.
I hand her the cloth so she can wash her most intimate places and I turn my head to stare at the wall.
“I’m done,” she announces.
I stand, helping her up too. I do my best to keep my eyes averted, but I catch a glimpse of her backside, full and round. She turns around, giving me a view of her front and I’m ashamed to admit, my gaze traveled up and down her body, the control officially breaking.
Fuck, she’s stunning.
Long legs, trimmed brown hair between her legs, breasts that would fit in the palm of my hand, and her nipples are hard and pink. My mouth waters for a taste. Any she would allow me to have.
Snapping out of my trance, I don’t say a word. I step around her, open the stall door, and snag a towel. I wrap the warm fluffy cotton around her shoulders, covering her from my greedy eyes.
“I’m going to shower now. Clothes are in the closet or the dresser there. I’ll be out in a few, okay?”
She grabs another towel to dry her hair. “Thank you. Is the other bedroom downstairs? I’ll leave you alone for the night. I promise. After everything you’ve done for me, I’m sure you need some space.”
Space? That’s the last thing I would ever want.
I undress right in front of her, hoping her eyes wander so we can be even. As I unbutton my shirt, I say, “There isn’t a second bedroom. We only have one bed. That’s okay. I can sleep on the couch. I have before.” I watch intently, hoping her eyes betray her for a split second.
“What? No,” she protests. “This is your house. You get the bed. I’ll take the couch. I don’t mind at all, Alek.”
I might make a show taking off my shirt. I flex more and roll my shoulders as I slip off the sleeves. I drop it to the floor, and it lands with a wet plop.
There it is.
Her eyes wander down my chest. Her lips part on a sharp inhale and I lower the zipper to my pants. The sound of the metal teeth grinding snaps her out of it, and she spins around to give me privacy.
I smirk.
I think we’re beyond privacy and sleeping in separate rooms. What I think doesn’t matter. She’s running the show.
“No. I’m taking the couch. It’s closer to the front door just in case someone finds us. I’d rather be the first line of defense,” I explain. There’ll be a knife on the coffee table and a gun under my pillow.
No one will be entering this house unless they have a few bullet wounds.
“I won’t argue about it, Mia. That’s the final decision. I know that sounds harsh, but I won’t budge on this. Please, take the bed.”
My pants drop to the floor, and she turns her head, her chin hitting her shoulder as if she’s trying to sneak a peek.
I’ll stand her all day with her eyes on me. If all she wants to do is look at me for hours on end without touch, I’ll gladly be the view she’s obsessed with.
“If you’re sure.” There’s deepening in her tone, a huskiness I haven’t heard before.
I step forward, closing a little bit of the distance between us. She must feel me close. Her breathing changes and she tries not to turn around. Her head turns to the right, pausing as if she’s trying to decide what to do.
The steam clouds around us, the humidity and lust causing me to sweat.
I bend down and whisper in her ear, “I’m sure.”
She gasps, goosebumps pebbling along her skin. There’s nothing more I want than to bend down, kiss the crook of her shoulder, and spread the goosebumps even more. I want her entire body to react to me.
“Okay. I’m going… I’m going to go change. I’ll be in kitchen. I’m starving.”
I smirk, knowing she’s running away from the desire she feels growing between us. She isn’t ready and I’m completely fine with that. I’m ready when she is. I’ll be here.
I’ll always be here.
She turns to shut the door, not thinking about how I’m still standing naked in the bathroom. Mia’s stills, her eyes becoming as round as the moon.
“Oh my god. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to—” She averts her gaze to the right, left, up, then back to me, covers her mouth, then slams the door. “I’m sorry!”
“It’s okay. I suppose we’re even now, right?” I do my best to ease the tension. Since I’ve seen her naked, she’s seen me naked. All is fair.
She doesn’t respond. She’s probably sitting on the bed screaming into a pillow if I know her like I think I do.
Giving the door one last longing look, wishing she’d walk back through, I step into the stall for my own shower, and do my best to put her beautiful body out of my head.
I inhale the steam, groaning when I release a breath. The water beats down on the back of my neck as I hang my head. I stand just like that for minutes. Unmoving. The water feels too good, the heat seeping into my aching muscles.
My cock stands straight, throbbing and pulsating with need for Mia. I peek through the shower stall door to double check I’m alone.
I wait for a few seconds to hear her reply, but it never comes. She makes me nervous, and men like me don’t get nervous. Sex is sex. Women throw themselves at me every day.
Most days I say no.
Other days, I’m wishing they were Mia.
I wrap a hand around my shaft and groan, already so close. I’m burning with fucking need. I’m so hard, it hurts. Only pleasure can take the throb away.
On a downward stroke, I moan, leaning my arm on the wall, then press my head against the top of my hand.
“Fuck. Fuck, Mia. Just like that.” I pump myself faster, a bead of precum dribbling out of my cock. I swipe it away with my thumb, wishing that Mia’s mouth was open and eager to taste it.
I don’t know if I’ll ever have the privilege of tasting her lips or caressing her body when I’m sliding in and out, but I can dream about it.
I can imagine all the different ways I wish I could show her how to feel good—how a man is supposed to treat a woman.
“Mia. Mia. Mia,” I chant her name under the water, watching the tip of my cock disappear in my fist as I stroke myself. “Da, like that, Mia. Just like that.” I squeeze my eyes shut, imagining her on her knees.
Her mouth parts while one hand is wrapped around the base. She experiments first, gripping the shaft, tightening her hold before giving me a test stroke.
I moan at the thought. I have to prolong this dream. I’m nearly there. I’m too close.
She peeks up at me with her big brown eyes, asking me silently if what she is doing right.
I brush my fingers into her hair, tilting my head back on a grunt when her lips wrap around the crown.
The gasp that leaves me has me stumbling backwards and hitting the wall. The breath is knocked out of me, the hard tiles digging into my back. I don’t stop the fast pace of my hand.
Opening my eyes, I know she isn’t there. She isn’t in front of me. Her mouth isn’t wrapped around me, and her throat isn’t taking my length.
My shoulders keep me balanced on the wall, my body angled and pointed outwards.
Her hand runs up my abs, then her nails dig into my skin, raking downward to leave her mark. Her palm cradles my heavy sack, full and ready to spill inside her and make her mine. I want to claim her all to myself.
Mia’s head bobs faster, her spit dripping from her chin, then washes down the drain. Her lips are swollen, stretched, and red from sucking me.
“Oh, fuck, Mia.” I bang my head against the wall, clenching my teeth as my orgasm builds.
Her hand slips down her body, vanishing between her legs. She moans around me, the vibrations sinking into every inch that’s grown hard for her.
“Does sucking me off make you wet, Lyubimaya?” I ask so loud, the question bounces off the bathroom walls.
Mia might be able to hear what’s really going on in here. I hope she does. I want her to know how much I crave her.
But in my dreams, she nods so eagerly.
She whimpers around me, her cheeks hollow. She lets me go with a soft pop, licking up from the base of my shaft to the tip. Her tongue dips into the slit, gathering the precum that’s all for her. She hums in delight loving the taste.
My eyes snap open and I shout her name in the stall, “Mia!” I aim my cock down, ropes of come disappearing down the drain.
I’ve never come so much or hard in my entire life.
“Da,” I gasp for breath, sliding down the wall until I’m sitting on the floor. “So fucking good.”
I allow the water to rush down on me while I catch my breath, my softening cock still in my hand.
“Alek? Did you need me? I thought I heard you call for me.” The door to the bathroom inches open, her sweet voice cutting through the thick lust-injected steam.
“What?” I rub a hand down my face. “No, no, I didn’t say anything. I’m sorry to bother you. I… I’m sore. My shoulder.” It’s not a lie. It’s true. My shoulder is killing me, but she doesn’t need to know what I was doing it that caused it to throb.
“Oh, okay. Well, if you need anything, let me know. We should probably get you in a splint when you’re out.”
I smile, loving that she wants to take care of me. “Da. Da That sounds great. Thanks, Mia.”
The door closes with a soft click, and I’m left sitting on the shower floor, cum leaking from my cock due to dreaming about my son’s runaway bride.
Now that I’ve had a taste of her in my dreams, I know that won’t be enough. I need her.
The real her.
Being in this cabin is going to test me in so many ways.
I just hope being so close to me tests her too.