18. Levi
LEVI
“I will be,” Aspen insists. “That’s a promise.”
“Don’t make promises you can’t keep, Little Fox,” I throw back at her.
She uses one arm to cover her chest, perhaps subconsciously hiding herself from me, or creating a barrier. I’ve already noticed how hard her nipples are beneath her white tank top. The material does nothing to hide the curve of her breasts.
She’d been drawing when I found her. I’d caught a glimpse of her work, and I’m surprised at how good it is.
When she said she was an artist, I hadn’t really taken her seriously, but the picture—though it was in black and white—was surreally lifelike.
I’d almost expected it to flutter off the page.
I haven’t asked about it, though. I don’t want her to think I’m in any way interested in her or anything she enjoys.
She’s nothing but a plaything, and the sooner she comes to realize that, the better.
She shakes her head at me, as though disgusted by my very presence.
“I don’t need to deal with this shit,” she says. “The hotel is big enough for us to stay out of each other’s way, Levi. I suggest we do just that.”
She doesn’t wait for my response, but instead storms out of the orangery, brushing past me as she goes.
I catch a hint of some kind of fruity shampoo from her hair and find myself inhaling deeper, wanting to imbed it inside me.
Her hair catches the sunlight as she marches off, and the reddish-gold strands are like flames.
Aspen vanishes from view, leaving me alone with my thoughts once more.
I take a deep breath and exhale even more slowly.
I don’t know how I feel about having a woman around here.
While my body clearly wants to fuck her, my heart knows that women only mean trouble.
I’m not going to kid myself that I’m going to catch any kind of feelings for her—I’m not sure I even work that way—but I don’t want her disturbing my peace either.
Something catches my eye. On an old marble bench is a pink sweater. A smile tweaks my lips. It belongs to her; I have no doubt. My day just got better.
I pick up the sweater and bring it to my face.
I inhale her scent, and my cock reacts. I’m already at half-mast from my interaction with my Little Fox, but having something that belongs to her only makes me harder.
I unzip my jeans and pop the button. I’m not wearing any underwear, so my cock springs out, as though eager to be free from its confines.
I wrap my fingers around my girth and give myself a squeeze. Fuck, that feels good.
Closing my eyes and keeping the pink sweater at my face, it’s easy to imagine it’s my Little Fox’s hand around my dick instead of my own. I picture myself burying my face against her shoulder while she masturbates me.
I run my hand up my length, stopping to rub my thumb over the head and gather some of the precum there as lubricant.
I inhale her scent again and continue to work myself, moving faster as the pressure in my balls builds.
My thigh muscles and abs tighten. In my imagination, Aspen moans and whimpers in my ear.
What will she sound like when I do eventually get my hands on her?
Because it will happen. When the weather turns and she’s trapped with us, she’ll quickly learn there isn’t much else to do here.
My climax builds, and, right before I’m about to come, I pull the sweater from my face and wrap it around my cock. With a groan, I give in, heat running up my spine. Hot cum spurts up my dick and lands all over her pretty sweater. My body jerks with each pulse, pleasure coursing through me.
Breathing heavily, I slump, my muscles relaxing. I pull the sweater away from my rapidly softening dick. It’s covered in cum, and I smile.
I tuck myself back into my jeans then fold the sweater in half, hiding the mess from view. I debate placing it back on the bench for her to find, but I can’t bring myself to part with it.
I might want to use it again.