Heartless Hunk - Ann Omasta Page 0,15
cabinet and discovered it tucked neatly inside.
They really did think of everything. Quaint didn’t even begin to describe the charming room. It would be the perfect place to write the next great American novel––if I had any writing talent.
Violet hid in the bathroom for a long time. I couldn’t stop wondering what she was doing in there. I didn’t know how I would be able to keep my hands off her if she was in there removing her panties. Just the thought made blood rush like a locomotive to my lower half.
Deciding this was the perfect opportunity to see Violet’s gorgeous features glow with the romantic mood lighting from a crackling fire, I went to inspect the fireplace. I’d never had the opportunity to build a fire before, but didn’t think it would be too hard. Besides, the room had a bit of a chill that would likely only deepen as the temperatures fell overnight.
After staring for a bit at the implements in the metal bin next to the fireplace, I set to work. Once the large logs were stacked to my satisfaction, I lit a match and flicked it on top of the pile, but nothing happened.
Frustrated, I tossed another lit match onto the wood, but again, it fizzled out. Embarrassment over my lack of fire-starting ability crept up my neck when I heard Violet emerge from the bathroom.
“You opened the damper, right?” she asked.
I wasn’t sure how to respond, since I was too embarrassed to admit that I didn’t know what a damper was. Who would have thought that getting a fire going would be so complicated?
My expression when I turned to face her must have relayed my utter confusion because Violet chuckled before crossing the room to take over. “I’ll take care of the fire, city boy.”
I drank in her appearance as she walked towards me and held out her hand to take the metal poker. Her face had been scrubbed clean, her luscious red locks fell over her shoulders in soft, thick waves, and she was wearing an oversized, bright orange Moxie tee-shirt with silky shorts.
The look shouldn’t have been as sexy as it was, but I couldn’t imagine a bombshell in lacy lingerie and a garter belt causing any more of a primal reaction in me. It was all I could do to keep from grabbing her, shoving up into her, and never letting her go.
The urge to fuck was nothing new to me, but the desire to make her mine forever was unchartered, uncomfortable territory. To keep from acting on those base needs, I rushed past her, grabbed my bag, and hurried into the bathroom without looking back.
Once there, I stared at my reflection in the mirror. My eyes already looked strained from forcing myself to hold back from touching Vi, and I hadn’t even climbed into bed with her yet. This night was bound to be interminable.
After looking down at my erection swelling inside my pants, I considered using some lotion to get off and take the edge off this urgent need for her. It would be a quick and easy task, since picturing lowering Vi’s short-shorts was all it would take to get me there in a flash. That wouldn’t be enough to satiate my desire for her, though, and I didn’t want to risk having Vi hear me taking matters into my own hand.
Instead, I splashed cool water on my face. When that didn’t work, I turned on the shower, stripped down, and stepped into the bracingly cold water. That did the trick for my dick, making it shrink down to less than its normal size.
I turned off the water and toweled off deciding that was one way to keep from taking advantage of Violet… keep my cock shriveled down from the cold.
After donning some loose sweatpants and a tee-shirt I emerged from the bathroom. Violet was bent over, using the iron poker to stab at the roaring fire. One look at her hot, little ass in those tiny shorts had my manhood growing again. So much for keeping it under control.
Orange sparks flew up the chimney as Vi shoved the metal pole at the top log to adjust it to her liking. I stayed frozen, staring at her perfect ass, and dying to know if she had taken her friend’s advice and gone commando under those impossibly sexy shorts.
In five long strides, I could be across the room, and settled in behind her. She would drop the metal pole and