Page 43 of Whispers in the Dark
Gently, I tap my knuckles against the wood.
Silence.
I wait a moment and then do it again.
More silence.
I sigh. She’s probably in a deep sleep, and I’m being a jackass by standing here trying to wake her. Combing my fingers through my hair, I turn and twist the handle of my own door, pushing it open. My fingers tug on the back of my collar, and I yank off my T-shirt, tossing it on the bed right on top of…
Oh, fuck.
Alina is sound asleep…on my bed.
I blink a few times, wondering if I’m hallucinating.
But each time I open my eyes, she’s still there, illuminated by the glow of the moon high in the night sky.
Her dark strands of hair are sprawled around her, and the covers are pulled up to her chest—one arm resting over her stomach and the other by her side. Her soft lips are slightly parted and… My lips curve up as the faintest snore is heard.
Shaking my head, I drag a hand down my face. Why is she in here when I had the guest room across the hall all set up for her? Did she not like something about that room? Was she scared to be alone?
Or did those two idiots leave her suitcases in here, leading her to assume this is where I expected her to sleep, unaware that there was a room specifically for her just across the hall?They’re running doubles tomorrow.
But as my eyes drift over her bare shoulders, with only a thin strap from her nightgown visible, I find myself wondering if, instead of punishing those two, I should actually be thanking them.
I step forward and, like a fucking creep, stare down at her. Without a doubt, she’s the most beautiful woman my eyes have ever had the privilege of seeing.
Flawless in every sense of the word.
So breathtakingly perfect, it feels like a crime for someone like me to be in her presence.
On impulse, I reach out, but stop myself, dropping my hand to my side, not wanting to taint her beauty with my touch.
Shaking my head, I carefully grab my T-shirt, walk around the bed, and head into the bathroom, making a beeline for the shower. The warmth does little to soothe my aching muscles, which are currently coiled tightly from this new predicament I find myself in.
Images of Alina flash before my eyes, and without a second thought, my fist wraps tightly around my hard cock. With one hand pressed against the tiled wall, I use my other hand to thrust into it.
Fantasies play out in my mind, sending me into a heated spiral.
I envision Alina on her back…
On her knees…
I wonder what she might taste like…
What she might sound like when her tight pussy flutters around my cock as she comes…
A groan echoes against the walls as my movements quicken, the sudden rush of pleasure building inside me. My balls tighten right before the orgasm roars through me, instantly sending a swarm of relief through my taut body. A rope of white liquid coats the tiled floor as I release every ounce of desire stored inside me. By the time I finish, I find myself panting hard with my head bowed down as I come to my senses.
Feeling slightly eased but nowhere near fully satisfied.
Not when every part of me yearns to claim the woman sprawled on my bed in every imaginable way.
After turning off the water, I quickly grab a towel to dry off. Once I change into my usual nighttime attire of boxer briefs, I take a deep breath and enter my room.
With every step bringing me closer to the bed, her scent envelops me, teasing me with something I can’t have. Carefully, I pull back the covers, and as gently as my unusually large body allows, I slip beneath them. I intertwine my hands over the blanket, resting them on my stomach as I stare up at the ceiling.
What did I do to deserve this kind of sick punishment?
