In awe, I put the washcloth on top of the bottle and stared as he kept up with stroking his massive erection in his big hand. Which was what you did when the man you’d been crushing on for years was stripped naked in front of you and you found out all your expectations was nothing compared to how well-hung he was.
He let go of his spectacular arousal and just cupped the base. His penis stretched on his lower belly from his groin to his fucking navel. “I want your hand, Ravenna. Now.”
All my life, I hated being told what to do. It was all I did, and it infuriated me to the core. But when a husky command like that came out of a man like Leo Bellomo, when he was sprawled in front of me, fully aroused for me, because of me, I couldn’t say no. Even if he was a psycho murderer who technically kidnapped me.
I might hate the order later, but now I’d—
He didn’t give me a chance to show my consent and grabbed my hand himself. He took what he demanded I give and brought it to his mouth. His tongue darted out, and in a slow, erotic move, he licked my palm up to my fingers and down a couple of times, his eyes locked on mine. I shuddered hard at the feeling of his warm, wet tongue, drenching my panties, my heart and breath frantic. Then he placed my hand on hiscock.
I couldn’t name it a penis or an erection or anything medical. This was a dirty, erotic act, where I, a dirty slut, held a hard cock of a guy I was supposed to treat, not jerk off, whom he thought I was a complete stranger he was taking advantage of to make him come.
Our gasps were almost synchronized as he folded my fingers around his girth. He was rock hard and scorching. So beautiful and sexy and masculine. Chewing my bottom lip, I stroked the hard length, feeling the soft skin move over the stiffness of him.
His mouth broke open with a low groan as his body arched a little. My eyes took one hell of a ride, watching the pure sex his body was. The scars didn’t take down from his alluring masculinity. If anything, it added to it. To the world, Leo Bellomo might have been a sick killer, a criminal who had wronged so many and deserved the worst of punishments, but to me, he was a warrior, who had fought so viciously for what he believed was his. The wounds and scars were there to prove it. And even though he’d lost the battle, he’d fought even harder to survive.
His strength was as sexy as his beauty. And in this moment, as his confidence allowed him to forego all inhibitions, allowed him to show a stranger how he’d break without any fear or awkwardness, how vulnerable he could get, my feelings for Leo Bellomo dangerously intensified.
I stared down at where I was working him, his hand still on mine, waves and waves of tingling need engulfing me. It was the most erotic—and intimate—act I’d ever been a part of.
“What do I feel like in your hand, Ravenna?” he asked hoarsely, his hips jerking up.
A gathering storm of sexual pleasure. The best thing I’ve ever put in my fist. One I’d carve in my memory to remember forever even though it might never happen again.
But I couldn’t tell him any of that.
“Not the time to be shy, Doc. The way you blush is sexy, but I wanna see and hear the brazen you.”
He thinks the way I blush is sexy? Did I hear that correctly? Leo Bellomo thinks something about me is sexy?
“Fine. I’ll make the dirty talking easier for you,” he rasped. “How wet my cock in your hand is making you, Doc? I bet you’re soaking your pants right now, not just your panties.”
I moaned shamelessly because he was absolutely right.
“You know what else I bet?” He took his hand off mine and touched my chin, tilting my face so I’d look at him. “I bet you’re dying to show me.”
I gasped. “Jesus, Le…”Shit, shit, shit!“L-ordJesus.” I couldn’t believe I almost said his name and signed my death certificate. “No, you’re wrong. Relieving you is something. Stripping for you is something else,” I said fast before he’d notice my slip even though it was a lie. If he made me, I’d strip for him like the little bitch I was without so much of a protest.
He smirked. “Relievingme? Is that what you’re doing, you dirty, dirty bitch?”
My face blazed as I let out another gasp.
“So if I do this,” his fingers dipped to the zipper of my jacket and pulled it down until it opened, revealing my green top, “will you stop me?”
My mind was numb now. All I was thinking was that I had no bra under that top. I only wore a bra to work to look professional, but I didn’t have much to need support for in the first place. I had no fucking clue I was going to meet the man of my wet dreams today. And he was taking off my jacket and soon would see how so not sexy I was while I was just staring at him moon-eyed, letting him do things to me.
He pushed the jacket off me, and I, as if I no longer had a brain, finished shrugging it off for him. His gaze fell to my chest, and I’d never felt more self-conscious in my life. “I’m not much to look at.”
He licked his lips, staring intently at my breasts. “I’ll be the judge of that.”
I frowned incredulously and glanced down at my own chest. Then my eyes widened in shame as I understood what his eyes were feasting on. The seams of my hard, erect nipples protruding through the fabric. “I’m not going to take off my shirt!”
He chuckled. “How about your pants?”
“I…I…”
He gripped the waistband of my slacks. “I wasn’t asking permission.”
“What?! No. I—”