Holy everything that is hot and hard. I've never watched a guy jerk off before. And I'm thinking we need a recount because that looked like way more than eleven inches to me. But damn, that was the hottest thing I've ever witnessed in my life, and it has all my private parts quivering. Not to mention, my panties are soaked and my heart is beating hard and fast in my chest like a bird trying to get out of a cage.
I quickly tiptoe across the bedroom, change into my sleep clothes, and crawl into the bed, not wanting him to know I just watched him pleasure himself. The sound of the water stops, and then I hear the telltale sound of him rubbing the towel over his long, wet hair.
The image of his huge cock, how his hand cupped and traveled the length, is going to be forever embedded into my brain, and my own hand twitches with jealousy.
I wonder if he was thinking about me or some chick with big boobs. The mere thought of him fantasizing about another woman dredges up unexpected feelings of jealousy.
He enters the dim room and halts next to the bed, but I can feel his eyes on me.
Uh-oh.
"Aze?" His voice sounds sexier now that I've seen him in all his massive glory, almost like his cock now has a voice.
"Yeah?" My voice sounds small. And very guilty.
"You're on my side of the bed."
Yikes! In my rush to hide, I climbed in on the wrong side of the bed.
"Oh…" I move over to my side. "Sorry."
Instead of getting into bed, though, he walks around it until he's standing next to my side.
"Don't be sorry." His voice has taken on that teasing tone he has, and I can sense he's up to something, which can't be good. The sound of his Zippo pierces the silence, and he lights a candle on the nightstand. With the amber glow bouncing from the flame next to the bed, I can see he's only wearing a towel wrapped around his waist.
"Did you like it?" he asks casually.
I play dumb. "Like what?"
His soft laugh is both sexy and scary. "Asia, don't play games. I promise you I can play way better than you."
"I don't know what you're talking about."
The towel drops to the floor, and he's standing totally naked next to the bed, not far from my head. And my mouth. Sweet Jesus.
"Do you wanna touch me?" he asks, his voice low and dripping with sensuality.
Yes! "No."