Page 17 of The Rules Of Attraction
He wanted me to take off his pants.
I had to give him credit for the way he made me feel like it was me who was in control but really it was him.
The nerves I thought I left downstairs came fluttering back into my chest, filling my stomach. Filling every cell of my body.
I could take off my own clothes, stand here naked in front of him, take off his shirt… but his pants.
I didn’t know if I could do that.
Seeing my nerves he took my right hand and shocked me to no end by placing it on to his crotch so I could feel his cock straining against the soft cotton of his pants.
“You better hurry up, angel. I won’t last if you continue looking at me like that with no clothes on.”
He shocked me further by closing my hand over the thickness of his cock and moving my hand up and down it.
“Hurry up, angel.” He added.
I could have come right there and then and had to reign in my emotions.
He slid my hands over to the buckle of his belt where I managed to undo it. Then the buttons that held the pants together, next the zip.
Once that went down so did the pants, drifting to the floor. He stepped out of those and now my eyes were glued to his bottom half. The same definition of muscle ran along his legs making me wonder if he was an athlete. He looked like one.
I saw more tattoos going up his legs. There was a dragon on his left leg and Japanese characters on his right.
Up my eyes went until they landed on what I could no longer call a bulge.
His cock pushed against black Calvin Kline boxers, and he looked every bit the fantasy man he was.
He looked fascinated with me, and I was about to fascinate him further, and shock myself. I ran my fingers along the band of the boxers and tugged at them.
All the while he looked at me with that deep satisfaction in his eyes.
I pulled in a small breath as I took the plunge and pushed his boxers down his thighs immediately releasing his massive cock which exceeded what I imagined up.
The boxers fell down his legs and he kicked those off too, but my eyes were still on his cock.
I was five feet and four inches tall, tiny in comparison to the godlike man who stood before me, towering me with his height and muscle.
“Don’t worry I’ll make sure you enjoy it. More than me.” He enticed. “Ready to play?”
I didn’t know how he could be so cool and calm, but I guessed the answer was simple. He knew what he was doing, and that came with experience.
How many times had he done this? Bring a woman home to this very apartment and turn her brain to mush with just one look.
She probably stood where I was standing too.
It shouldn’t bother me, but deep down it kind of did. But not enough to stop me. That was the buzz from the drink still. Had to be, because being with a player would have bothered the heck out of the old Summer. Or rather, the one that was being repressed.
The smoothness of his hands tickled my skin as he lifted me again and carried me over to settle me in the center of his bed. The sheets were cool against my body, but his touch was warm, hot even.
He kissed from the base of my feet and up my legs sending sparks of electricity up and down my body. I saw the wild flicker in his eyes as he kissed his way over to the very sensitive skin of my thighs.
I wasn’t ready to feel his fingers sliding into my center, and I couldn’t control the sharp gasp that escaped my lips.
I was hoping he’d give me a moment to recover but he didn’t. He slid in and out and circled around the sensitive bud of my clit with his fingers. I managed to catch sight of the sinful, carnal smile on his face and I remembered he said he was the devil.
I guessed that meant I was definitely at the mercy of his hands which were doing unimaginable things to my body.
