A completely naked ghost or vampire.
My breath caught. I’d been right about his sharper cheek bones not meaning he’d lost weight. If anything, he packed on a few more pounds of muscle and was even more cut. A tattoo of a dragon with red diamond eyes covered his entire chest. It’s tail extended down his right arm, blending with several other tats to form a sleeve. His left arm remained bare, but I’d bet money that his back was covered in ink too. It made me want to go to him, turn him around and get a good look at all his excellent new artwork.
But we didn’t have that kind of relationship. Not anymore.
And even if we did, the first thing he signed to me was, “Don’t turn around.”
I remained where I was, deeply aware of my naked form.
Without my daily walks to and from the train stations all over Tokyo, I’d gained the freshman fifteen and then some. And yeah, I represented for the cute and chubby club--especially on the rare occasion that I could drag Lena out for drinks. But it was kind of hard to be as body positive as I wanted to be when somebody was assessing all the changes in me for the first time in four years.
“Stay facing the mirror, no matter what,” he signed. His eyes were so flat and dark. They seemed to suck all the soft lighting out of the room as he opened a gold foil square.
You’d think having my back to him would be some kind of reprieve, but it made it even worse. Like having to watch the Chinese version of Candyman put on a condom before he started walking toward you.
Victor stopped directly behind me, so close I could feel the heat coming off his hard body.
He raised one hand above my shoulder so that I could see him sign, “What do you think of me now?”
Air expelled from my mouth. A breath disguised as a shudder. But I told him the truth. “I think you’re a monster.”
He smiled. Not for real, though. It was that same malevolent grin he’d given me down in the car right before he pulled out a ring.
He took my breasts in his hands and hauled me back against his body. His cock pressed into my spine, hard as steel as he worked my tits. Caressing them, rubbing them, tweaking the nipples until they turned into tight, aching buds. Both my body and mind were unprepared for what the sight of him manhandling my breasts in the mirror would do to me. Lightning bolts of pleasure zapped straight down to my core, making me squirm. Making me want more.
I was panting by the time he abruptly released one breast.
“Watch this monster,” he signed single-handedly, spelling out the signs that required both hands. “Watch him make you wet. Watch him make you beg.”
Then his signing hand dipped down between my legs.
No, he was no longer that boy. The one who had kissed me for months to get me ready for him and made love to me slowly to make sure I came.
Instead, his hand worked me expertly, rubbing around but not directly on my clit with just the right amount of pressure. Soon I was wet enough for him to sink two fingers in, and God…I let him. My legs fell open to receive him, telling the truth I would never let cross my lips. That my pussy had been waiting for this moment.
Waiting for four years.
He watched me in the mirror while he pumped his fingers into my core, steady but relentless until I was slick with arousal. So slick, we could both see how much I desired him, how much I wanted this in the mirror.
Then he pulled his fingers out.
“Taste and ride,” he commanded before sticking his fingers in my mouth and his non-dominant hand back into my pussy. The taste was tangy and mixed with the salt from his fingers.
I watched…
I watched as I sucked my essence off his fingers. I watched as I rode his hand at the same time.
I wish I could say I was only doing this because he commanded me. But a well of pleasure was already building inside my womb, making me grind into his fingers, my body yearning for more.
Instead of giving it to me, he pulled his hand out. “Do you want to come?”
His signing was less angry now. More cold and precise.
Those fingers. I wanted them back inside me. I had tried. Every chance I got, I had tried with other boys. But this…
This was what I had been missing. What I had never been able to achieve with any of the guys I hooked up with after parties or drunken meet-cutes at bars.
Yes, yes, I wanted to come. I nodded and reached for his hand.
