Wet (A Real Man #25) - Jenika Snow Page 0,10

rivaled anything else on this planet was the boy standing in front of me.

He closed his eyes and moved an inch toward me, his body and the sheer sexual need pouring off him causing my temperature to rise. “God, Pyper, you smell so fucking good.” He inhaled, and I felt myself shiver.

Beads of sweat started lining my temples, mixing with the shower water that was rapidly drying on my flesh. Nervousness and excitement filled me. I became wet between my thighs. My nipples beaded up almost painfully, and I knew one thing for certain—I wasn’t going to stop this, even if I should for all our sakes.

“The way you’ve looked at me—” He stopped for a second, as if getting his bearings. “—this can’t be one-sided, Pyper. It just can’t. Please tell me it isn’t.”

My heart was still in my throat as I listened to him speak.

It’s not one-sided. God, it’s not.

“Gio” was all I could say in this breathy, pleasure-laced voice, but it seemed like that was confirmation enough for him.

A second later, Gio fully pressed his body to mine, the stiff outline of his erection digging into my belly. A gasp of shock left me.

He was... big.

God, was this really happening? It all seemed so surreal that I was half expecting to wake up any second, this all one very good—or maybe very bad—dream.

He panted against the side of my throat, his warm breath making me feel tingly and alive, excited and scared. I wanted to touch him, but I was too nervous, so I kept my hands pressed to the wall behind me, as if that solid piece of drywall would keep me stationed, keep me from passing out.

He didn’t grind himself against me slowly, didn’t even move aside for the heavy breathing he did against my throat. Should I say something, do something? I wanted to do so much, but having Gio take control like this was an aphrodisiac I never knew I’d experience. It was never something I even wanted to go up against.

“Touch me,” he groaned. “Touch me everywhere, anywhere. Touch me in all the places you want, Pyper.”

It took me a little too long to move my hands away from the wall. I was so damn nervous they shook as I lifted them up, my fingers hovering over Gio’s thick shoulders. I felt his body heat spear into the digits. I must have hesitated far longer than I thought, because Gio groaned almost as if in pain.

“Pyper, please, baby,” he exhaled roughly, and it was the first time I smelled the alcohol on his breath, since he was close enough to me, since he’d been pressed against me. It was spicy, heady. It smelled hard, like it probably burned going down his throat. He still had his face by the side of my neck and groaned out, “I can feel your fingers right there. Touch me. Touch me.”

Was he drunk? Buzzed? Was that the only reason he was doing this? Did he even really want me?

“Touch me,” he said in a more guttural tone now, saying it over and over again as if it were a mantra.

I let my hands rest on his shoulders, feeling how tight he was, how hard he was. It was like cement under my touch, all-male, pure-male.

Tentatively, I trailed my hands down his biceps, going over ridges and dips, the hills of his muscles. Involuntarily, I curled my nails into his skin, his tee a thin barrier from touching what I really wanted to. He hissed out then immediately grinded his hips. I felt him push his lower half into me, his massive erection digging into the softness of my belly. A gasp left me. “God, that sound coming from you, because of me….”

He had his hands on the wall beside my head, and I could hear his nails digging into the drywall. It sounded loud, obscenely so, like he could tear right through the plaster because of his passion alone.

I was confused what was happening, why it was happening now, but I wouldn’t stop this. Even if the smell of alcohol on his breath was a sure sign that his inhibitions were not fully there, that he didn’t care about any repercussions. I wanted this too badly, even if this totally ruined everything in the process.

Chapter Six

Gio

I was going to come in my damn shorts like a fucking teenager on prom night if I didn’t control myself. But Pyper smelled so good, and she was so tiny