Viktor(34)

“How long … since you’ve been touched like this?” she asks softly.

“Long time,” I reply, clearing my throat. It’s fucking embarrassing, but lying’s no use. I know she’ll see right through it. She already has, judging by the look in her eyes as she continues to touch me.

“You asked me to dance for you … so you could touch yourself and not be touched by me?”

I nod, licking my lips as she narrows her eyes. When I think about that day, seeing her dance, I could still jerk myself off to that image for months to come.

“But I wasn’t the first …” she adds.

“I needed my release,” I say. “I know it’s bad—”

She places a finger on my lips. “I understand. It’s a human need. But you only wanted to know my name.” It sounds more like a question than a statement.

I lean in, pressing my forehead to hers. “You looked, even though you were forbidden. I admired your fearlessness. It’s … sexy.”

“Hmm … sexy … I like that.” She grins. “So … you haven’t been with a girl at all?”

“Not since this,” I say, pointing at my face again.

She grabs my hand and lowers it. “It doesn’t matter. Not anymore.”

I swallow when she leans in and places a kiss right on my cheek. It feels weird … weirdly good.

“See? Nothing happened.” She smiles, and it creates goose bumps all over my body.

Fucking hell. Is this even real?

Part of me finds it hard to believe she’d ever like me.

Then again, the look in her eyes is so fucking familiar … like my own when I hunger for more.

My cock twitches as she presses another kiss to my neck, right on top of my scars, and my blood rushes with arousal. Her hand travels down my chest, every movement of her fingers an overload to my senses. As she goes lower and lower, sinking to her knees, it feels more and more like I’m making this up. That I’ll wake from my dream in just a minute.

But then the hardness of my cock against her soft hand pulls me right back into the moment.

I bite my lip as she grasps the base, instantly sending pulses down my shaft.

I hiss, and as I look down, I spot her gazing right back at me. The racy look in her eyes makes it hard to swallow.

When she moves her hand completely along my length, I almost fall against the wall behind me.

“Stop,” I say.

She frowns. “Why?”

But I don’t know an answer to that question, so I just stare at her.

The only thing I do know is that it feels wrong.

Wrong that she’s now touching my cock while I kept her as my prisoner.

Wrong because it feels like she’s pretending to like me … only because I like her.

Or maybe it’s just wrong because my mind has been wired to think that way … to assume no girl could ever want me.

But that look in her eyes as she gazes up at me … It unravels me.

“You don’t have to hold back,” she murmurs with those sweet lips. “I know you need it.”

“I need it. Fuck, I want it so badly,” I say, rubbing my face with my hands.

My cock springs just from the thought of her lips wrapped around it.

“Then let me do this,” she whispers, her fingers slowly rubbing me.

I tense up. “It’s wrong. You’re not …”

“I’m doing exactly what I want,” she says, licking her lips at the sight of my cock. “Now, tell me what you want. Don’t lie. Tell it to me straight.”

For a second, I contemplate telling her I want her to leave for her own sake.

But then I feel her fingers tighten around my base, and the selfish beast in me takes over.

I’ve waited so long, thinking I’d never feel another woman touch me like this again … I can’t say no.

I don’t fucking want to say no.

I don’t want her to fucking stop—I never did.

“Fuck. I want to fuck you so badly. But I’m … fucking afraid I won’t even make it to your pussy before I explode all over you.”

She grins, wrapping both her hands around my cock, jerking me off even harder.

“Fuck, it feels so good. I just want to fucking come all over your face,” I whisper, letting it all out. “I can’t believe I’m saying this shit. It’s wrong, but fuck, you make it feel so right.”

She giggles. “I love it.”

“Love what? My cock?” I muse, looking down at her.

“Love your dirty words. Love how you’re just letting go at the moment.”

“I’m just doing what you told me to do.”

“And I’m telling you to enjoy,” she says, biting her lip as she makes me groan.