Page 7 of B.D.E
Jesus!
He was breathtaking, with his muscles and scars on full display. His skin was a shade of wet bronze, his broad chest was covered in tattoos, his stomach held a six pack, and his legs were thick and strong. That thing was thinging too, that other leg—just sitting there like a person, staring back at me. He wasn’t all the way hard, but enough to make my stomach twist and my thighs press together. I tried to look away, but I failed miserably. His eyes were pinned to me, holding a silent dare in them, buthe didn’t tease me this time. He didn’t say a word, just stepped under the water. I stepped in behind him, still in my sleeping shorts and tank top because there was no way in hell I was getting in there with him naked.
I silently counted to five to calm myself and took a deep breath before grabbing the washcloth and lathering it up with the soap. My fingers trembled as I tried to keep my eyes on the washcloth, afraid to look up and see his intense stare. He stood still as I moved closer to him. I brushed against his chest with the washcloth and could feel him staring at me, yet he remained quiet and let me continue, and somehow… that was more intimate than anything else I could ever imagine. Not sex, not even a kiss… just quiet trust.
He trusted me.
I moved to wash his shoulders, down his back, across the curves of his waist and then back to his chest. I didn’t rush but I didn’t linger either, I just tried to be gentle while still trying to ignore the way my body was screaming and reacting while being this close to him. He stayed quiet and still but I felt him watching me the entire time. Deep down, I think he felt something too. Not lust, just seen. Maybe for the first time in a long time and I think that scared us both. I was gentle when I made it to his wounds as I cleaned off the dried-up blood. I tried with everything in me not to look down further, but it was like his thingy was calling my name. Still, I had enough decency to not go there so I politely skipped down to his legs and feet, leaving the latter for him to wash once I was done.
I handed him the washcloth, turned my back and allowed him to wash the parts of his body that I refused to touch. After rinsing the soap from his body, I turned the water off and reached for the towel. He stood there, dripping wet as his eyes followed my every move. I finally found the courage to glance up at him and his look was unreadable as I stepped in front of him.I lifted the towel, trying to stay focused on what I was doing but it was impossible to not feel the heat rolling off him; not to feel the weight of everything unsaid between us. In one swift motion he caught my wrist as I was reaching to dry his chest, causing me to gasp. Not because it hurt but because the moment his fingers closed around mine, something inside me snapped. I hesitated before looking up at him and our eyes met again. His were dark and hooded and held an intense gaze, almost hypnotizing.
“Specs,” he said low.
“That’s not my?—”
“Didn’t ask,” he shot back with a smirk.
He pushed me gently, until my back was against the wall and stood over me with one hand beside my head and the other still holding my wrist like he was locking me in place. He leaned down until his breath was tickling my neck and I slowly came unraveled.
“You always get close to muthafuckas you don’t know?” he murmured.
“No,” I whispered.
He leaned down further, swiping his tongue over my ear, causing me to moan unexpectedly.
“You ever been this close to a man who wanted to ruin you, Specs?”
I shook my head, realizing that I’d lost my voice to speak at this very moment. My head was spinning, and I could feel myself leaking down below. I don’t know what this man was doing to me but needed to get away from him and fast.
“You nervous?” he asked.
He leaned further down and placed a soft kiss to my neck and my knees buckled as an electric shock shot through my body.
What was this man doing to me?
“Don’t lie, I can feel it. Hell, I can smell it all over you, Specs,” he said.
His eyes roamed up and done my soaked body, stopping at my nipples that were on full display due to the wet shirt clinging to me. I almost fainted when he reached up and flicked his thumb across it.
“I- -I should?—”
He chuckled low. “Chill specs, I’m just fuckin with you lil baby. Handle ya’ business in the shower. Oh, and Specs,” he murmured in a low voice in my ear, “Next time you wash me… don’t stop when you get to my dick.” He said and turned to walk out of the bathroom, leaving me mesmerized and turned on so much that I was reconsidering that rose that I’d push to the back of my dresser.
I stood there stuck, trying to catch the breath that I hadn’t even realized that I was holding and gathering my thoughts before I turned the shower on and undressed. I stood in the shower trying to focus, trying to wash up and get prepared for the day, but he was living rent free in my head. He lips, the way he teased me, and good gracious, that body. I lowkey imagined another version of our interaction that ended with him bending me over in the shower while he fucked me silly like those unhinged book baes, but I knew it wouldn’t happen. I’d never even touched a man’s penis, let alone had one inside me so I knew that he would tear me to shreds—apart of me wanted him to.
Yep, I was a virgin, but not intentionally. I’d spent most of my life with my head in books whether it was urban romance or schoolbooks. When I went off to college in the city, my parents encouraged me to date and even Tori would try to hook me up with blind dates, but I just couldn’t get into the clubbing, drinking, smoking and one-night stands. I was a lover girl through and through, so when I did decide to give up my virginity, I wanted it to be with a man that I truly loved. I wouldn’t necessarily say I was waiting until marriage becausethat wasn’t the case, I was more so waiting for the perfect man to sweep me off my feet, like a love-at-first-sight kind of thing. And that man would make passionate love to me just like the countless romance stories I’d read.
After showering, I stepped out and wrapped a towel around me. I brushed, flossed and went through my daily skin routine before realizing that I hadn’t brought a change of clothes in here with me. I was mentally kicking my own ass about it. Now, I had to go out there in front of this fine ass stranger that I’d been fantasizing about, in nothing but this small ass towel that barely covered my thick body. I was proudly a size eighteen and loved the skin I was in, yet and still, no one had ever seen me naked besides my mom and Tori when she would come into the bathroom we shared in the dorm.
I guess it’s now or never.
I eased out of the bathroom, clutching the towel tight and silently praying that he’d wandered downstairs or found something to do that didn’t involve him being in this room but as soon as I turned the corner and walked into my bedroom, there he was. Stretched out across the bed with one arm thrown over his face like he was sleeping.
Thank God!
I swallowed the lump in my throat and quietly walked towards the dresser to grab panties, bra and the outfit I’d already laid out for work today. Yes, I was a little OCD; okay, maybe a lot, so everything had to be planned and organized, or I would freak out, which is why my clothes for the week were already prepped and paired, even down to the matching panty and bra set. I reached for my lavender lace set and quietly moved over to the corner to get the outfit I’d laid out.
“That lil ass towel supposed to cover you or you just wore it to tease me?” he murmured.
