shirt and tossed it onto the pile of clothes on the floor.
Sweet baby Jesus. Despite my terror, I was mesmerized by the sight of Galan’s naked chest. Did he… fuck, forget six pack, he had a goddamn eight pack. My heart cranked up another notch, but this time it had nothing to do with fear. I studied the broad expanse of his chest. It was hairless and his nipples were a darker shade of green than his skin. A thin trail of dark hair started just below his navel and disappeared into the waistband of his pants.
He scratched at his flat stomach and I watched in breathless fascination.
Please take off your pants. Pretty please?
My inner pleading went unheeded. Instead of losing his pants, Galan stretched out on the bed. He tucked one hand beneath his head, staring up at the ceiling as his other hand rested on his abdomen. Long minutes passed, and my ability to stand perfectly still was growing more difficult by the second. I had no choice though. If Galan even looked in the direction of the closet, he would see me. Or rather, he’d see my legs. Hell, I was lucky he couldn’t hear me panting after him like a… oh my sweet baby Jesus.
My breath caught in my throat, the small whimper that tried to escape muffled by my hand clamped over my mouth. Galan had unzipped his pants. He had unzipped his pants and…
Okay, so admittedly I hadn’t seen that many dicks, but I’d never seen a dick as big or thick or… yummy as Galan’s. I watched with wide eyes as he lazily stroked his cock. It went from half-hard to fully erect in less than a minute, and I stared in mute wonder as he continued to rub in long strokes.
Ellis! Stop looking!
I should have, peeping on Galan masturbating was totally wrong in so many ways, but I couldn’t look away. I just couldn’t. One did not simply stop looking at a beautiful work of art, or a finely chiseled sculpture, or the most beautiful cock they’d ever laid eyes on.
I clenched my thighs together. I was wet and hot, and I wanted nothing more than to charge out of the closet, hop onto Galan and ride that big, beautiful cock. Instead, I stayed quiet and still, watching as Galan’s hand pulled and tugged. His thumb stroked around the ridge, his quiet moans and gasps setting me on fire with pure and perfect lust. When he stroked the head of his cock and pale green liquid spurted out of the slit, my mouth actually fucking watered.
I swallowed compulsively, my nipples hard pearls against Galan’s shirt, and my pussy aching and throbbing so much, I wasn’t sure how much longer I could stand it. Galan’s hand moved harder and faster, the veins in his forearm popping out as he gripped his dick. His groans grew louder, his motions more frantic as his hips rose up and down.
I couldn’t help it. I had to touch myself. I couldn’t stand here and watch Galan find his pleasure without finding mine too.
I eased my hand down toward my crotch, barely noticing the soft scrape of the hanger as my elbow nudged one of his shirts. But, apparently, Galan had the ears of a goddamn fox because he was up off the bed and stalking toward the closet immediately.
I made a loud eep of surprise when he reached into the closet and his hard hand closed around my arm. He yanked me out of the closet. “Ellis? What are you doing in my closet?”
“I, um…”
I couldn’t think of a single fucking lie. Not when Galan’s cock was still rock hard, not when it was so close I could touch it, not when precum covered the head and practically begged for me to lick it off.
“Human!” He shook me and I dragged my gaze away from his magnificent dick and back to his face. “How did you escape your room again? Did Adrix leave the door unlocked?”
“No,” I said, “I picked the lock. Just like I picked it the first time I escaped, and just like I picked the lock to your apartment.”
Huh, apparently being in the presence of the most beautiful dick in the universe, was some kind of goddamn truth serum.
“You lied to me,” he said.
“I’m sorry.” I licked my lips, my gaze drawn back to his dick. Fuck, he was still hard. Was he trying to kill me? “I shouldn’t have lied but I… it’s