Oh my God.
“So, we’re not going to see other people?”
He shook his head. “Nope.”
“And we’re going to see if we can make this work and just see what happens?”
“That is correct.”
My back was still against the wall, and his eyes remained fixed on mine. His height made me feel small, protected and very much like a lady. I tried not to act too excited, but I was quite sure hiding anything from him completely would be impossible.
I shrugged, trying to act like it was no big deal, although to me it was. “I guess we’ll just see how it goes and go from there.”
He cocked an eyebrow and grabbed my wrist. Holding it firmly in the palm of his hand, he pressed my hand against his crotch.
My eyes shot wide.
He broke my gaze and pressed his lips to my ear. “Get ahold of it. Squeeze it.”
I did. It was rigid and as thick as my wrist. My face went flush and I swallowed heavily. “Okay,” I squeaked.
“That, Terra, is seeing how it goes. That right there. Your cock-filled hand. That eliminates all doubt. I can say whatever I want, but a stiff cock never lies. My cock likes you. There’s your fucking proof,” he whispered into my ear.
When he pulled away, I almost collapsed onto the floor.
My pussy was soaked, my head was spinning, and my lip was swollen. To sum it up, I was in heaven.
He turned around and began walking toward the hallway. I wanted more, but I didn’t dare ask. It was apparent he was in charge, and I actually preferred it that way.
“You ever want to know how our relationship’s progressing? Grab my cock, it’ll remove all doubt.”
“Where, uhhm. Where are you going?”
“To finish my workout. I’m frustrated,” he said over his shoulder.
He disappeared down the hallway.
“Frustrated,” I said, skipping across the wooden floor to catch up with him. “Why?”
He stepped into his exercise room. “Because I want to fuck, and I can’t. I have a thirty-day rule, and I never break my rules.”
I followed him into the room. “What’s a thirty-day rule?”
He tore off his shirt and tossed it over the weight bench. “I’ll never have sex before thirty days is up. You know, no penetration.”
I gawked at the magnificence of his body’s muscular structure. It was as symmetrical as his living room, only I found it far more inviting. “Ever?” I asked.
He reached up to the chin-up bar, gripping it firmly in his hands. “Nope.”
Oh fuck.
It seemed ridiculous. It was ridiculous. I needed to understand why, but was quite sure I never would. For the sake of entertainment, I asked. “Why not?”
“It’s a discipline thing.”
“What’s a discipline thing?”
“The thirty-day rule.”
I was right. It made no sense. “You’re doing it just to do it? Or not doing it?”
“I need to remind myself that sex isn’t important. I need to remain disciplined to do so.”
I hated to be the bearer of bad news, but sex was important. “Sex is important.”
“If I’m still interested after thirty days, I know my interest is coming from the right place.”
“What day are we on?” I asked.
He pulled himself toward the horizontal bar, his arms and chest flaring as his body raised each inch of height until his chin cleared the bar. After he exhaled, he lowered himself until his arms were locked straight. “Twenty.”
I studied his shirtless torso. His body was incredible. Covered in muscles and rippled with proof of his devotion. It was difficult not to drool as I admired him. The promise of sex tossed out the window didn’t matter, I was still soaked. I couldn’t help it.
The whirlwind of having him pin me against the wall and kiss me had me instantly aroused. Wrapping my delicate hand around his huge cock sent me over the edge. Sex or no sex, I felt I needed some relief.
Somehow.
“Ten days, huh?” I asked, studying him for imperfections, and finding only one large scar on his left bicep.
He pulled himself up to the bar again. “Yep.”
“Well,” I said. “I guess I’m frustrated too.”
He hoisted himself up to the bar again. “Join in. Exercise helps with frustration. I know that much.”
“Are blow jobs considered sex?” I asked.
“Depends,” he said dryly.
“On?”
“Who’s offering.”
It seemed pretty obvious. “Me?”
“Yes, it’d be sex.”
“Why?”
“Because I want it.”
“The discipline thing again?”
Still hoisted high in the bar, he nodded.
I forced a sigh, then pulled my shirt over my head. He lowered himself until his arms were locked. I removed my bra and tossed it on the floor beside my shirt. With his eyes still glued to me, he dangled from the bar.