Page 85 of Masked Sins
It’s the selfie I sent him.The last one.
Before everything changed.
Before he ruined my future.
Swallowing the lump in my throat, I back away slowly and walk down the hallway to my guest room.
The sound of running water catches my attention from the open door at the end of the hallway. I stop walking and listen closer, realizing that it’s likely Orion’s room and attached bathroom.
Tiptoeing closer, I hold my breath as I step inside the bedroom, and his room comes into view. I know I should turn around and mind my own business. Iknowthis is wrong, yet I can’t help but be mesmerized with the layout of his room. The walls are white, and most of the furniture is dark wood. The bedspread on the massive bed is a dark gray linen, and I run my hand over the soft material. Two dark wood nightstands frame the bed, as does a matching dark wood bed frame. It’s tidier than I expected.
His closet is open, and I take a peek inside. It’s large—almost as big as my bedroom at my house. The smell of leather and smoke permeates the air, and I inhale discreetly. Closing the door quickly, I realize that inhaling his scent like a creep won’t be the worst thing I’ll be caught doing if I don’t get out of here quickly?—
A low, guttural groan cuts through the silence.
I stop moving and listen, wondering if I’m hearing things or if it’s coming from Orion’s bathroom. I look over my shoulder to see the bathroom door cracked, and amid the sound of the shower, I hear another sound.
“Fuck,” Orion rasps from inside.
Everything inside me pulls tight as I inch closer to the cracked bathroom door while my subconscious screams to walk away. But I’m entranced now, and I can’t help but want to hear more. When I get within a few inches of the door, I slowly shift my head to look inside the bathroom and?—
I jerk back and close my eyes because Orion’s naked body isright thereand visible through the glass shower door. And… he’s masturbating.
My pulse spikes as heat flares through my veins, and a shudder passes through me at the sight of my stepbrother with his…thing…in his hand.
I lean forward again, suddenly addicted to the erotic visual of Orion masturbating. He’s so large that he fills the shower, and the water falls over his face and chest as he slowly strokes up and down his thick shaft. And it’s—thick.Swallowing, I stare at the dark pink head, at the way it seems to be straining, veiny and taut andhard.His head is dropped backward, eyes facing the ceiling, and his legs are spread slightly. He’s facing me, and my mouth goes dry as I watch him slowly move his hand in an up and down, fluid motion.
I pull back again, closing my eyes and pressing my legs together as I breathe through my nose. I’m spying on him, and it’s screwed up. I shouldn’t be here. But I can hear the water splash off his hand—can hear the way he slides his hand quicker now, the low rumble emanating from the shower, the hiss of pleasure coming from his lips.
A cloud of steam barrels out of the bathroom, and I’m suddenly lost in a sea of Orion—musky, with a hint of tobacco, leather, and smoke.
It’s his body wash—that’s what he’s using that makes him smell so good.
I look through the crack again, and instead of going slow, he’s now actively thrusting into his hand—barreling closer to his climax with the sort of desperate fervor you’d expect a starved man to exhibit while eating. Everything inside me turns to liquid as I watch him come undone, and I no longer feel regret for stumbling into this.
It’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.
Iwantto touch myself.Needto. But I curl my fists and stare entrenched as my stepbrother bites his lower lip and rolls his hips into his fist. I imagine that he has me pressed against the wall, and he’s entering me from behind—one hand grabbing my hair, and the other one pulling my hips onto his cock.
I imagine the filthy words he’d say, thinking of how commanding he was with Haley. Would he say those kinds of things to me, too?
You can take more.
He’d growl it. How would that growl sound echoing off the marble walls of the shower?
How would it feel for him to say those words tome?
The veins in his arms strain, running down to his hand as he squeezes tighter, that same low rumble escaping his lips again. His breathing is sharp and ragged, and he’s still facing his face up with his eyes closed.
The space between my legs pulses, and I squirm as I watch his hips begin to jerk erratically. My lips part as I observe everything happening, and just as I’m about to walk away—for good this time—he drops his head and opens his eyes.
Looking straight at me.
Neither of us has time to react before his mouth drops open, and large, thick ropes of cum shoot out from his cock and onto the floor as he groans. His eyes never leave mine as his face goes slack, and his whole body shudders and shakes. His eyes shut briefly as he moans again, the aftershocks rolling through him.
I turn and stumble away.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
