Page 35 of The Silent Night Stalker
“I-I almost killed you.”
“Is it being in my room that’s upsetting you?”
See, he completely gets me. I nod, unable to say anything else since my mouth feels like it’s stuffed with cotton, and I can’t find any spit to swallow.
“But you didn’t kill me. Not even almost. Yes, you chose wrongly, but you couldn’t get past my quick reactions. Right?”
I nod again.
“Is this room a trigger? We can go somewhere else.”
I glance around. It’s neat and clean; the bed is made, covered in a thick, downy comforter in cream with matching curtains. The walls are charcoal gray, and the furniture is simple and modern. When I look back into his eyes, still worried about me, I shake my head. I lick my dry lips and say, “It just… hit me.”
“How do you feel now?” I check my heart and breathing. Yeah, I’m calmer. It’s Enzo’s touch. He’s still holding my face. “Better?”
“Yeah.”
He drops his arms to his sides. “Good. Okay, let me shower. I’ve been sweating my ass off all day. You can hang out here.”
“Wait! Y-you promised naughty things.”
His brows shot to his hairline. “Con, you just had a panic attack. I think maybe you should just chill for a bit.”
“No, I want to chill with you. Can we please do naughty things?”
He stares at me for a long time, not saying a word. I can tell he’s conflicted, which only makes me fall harder for him. He’s showing more care than I ever dreamed of having. I’m not sure I deserve it after what I did to him, but I need it.
Without saying anything, he grabs my hand and tugs me out of his room and into his bathroom, the place where he healed me. Now, it will be a place of pleasure.
Enzo drops my hand to run the shower, then he grabs my face and kisses me again. This time, I kiss him back. I did before, but I was all awkward. Now, I’m starting to get the hang of it. My cock swells in my jeans, and I can’t wait until he touches it. The thought makes it jump.
“I want to taste you,” I say when we come up for air.
“Oh, yeah? Where do you want to taste me?”
“Everywhere. I want to taste the salt and sweat on your skin.” God, it’s so easy to talk to him, even if my face is on fire. “I have this fantasy of being on my knees in the middle of the fighting ring. You’re all wet after your workout. The thought of sucking on you, licking off your sweat… it makes me really hard.”
“Well, shit. That’s hot as hell, Little Bird.”
“Y-you don’t think that’s weird?”
“Nah. I like it.”
God, he really gets me. Yep, I’d definitely burn everything down to ash for him.
Tentatively, I lift his heavy arm to expose his armpit. There’s a thatch of black hair, but it’s not thick. He watches me when I press my nose there and take a deep breath. I can’t explain for the life of me why I like his smell or why I want to breathe him in before his shower. It’s just so… masculine.
As my nose grazes his pit, I peek out my tongue for a taste. Then I grow bolder and swipe my tongue over his skin. He tastes of deodorant and salt. My eyes look up to see what he thinks. I can’t tell what’s on his face, but he’s watching my every move. Since he hasn’t shoved me away, I guess he likes it?
Enzo grabs my hand and places my palm on his cock. He’s so hard. As hard as the rest of him. God, and I can feel the heat of him through his sweats. My entire body is electrified, and I want to make myself come already, but I’d rather take my time and explore. This is my first time being with a man like this, and I’m not about to waste a precious second.
I finally step back and, without taking my eyes off his, despite how weird it feels sometimes, I slowly drop to my knees. Enzo stands there, continuing to watch my every move, allowing me to do whatever I want.
I dig my fingers into the waistband of his sweats, and when he gives me a slight nod, I tug them down along with his jockstrap. The fabric slowly slides over his cock, exposing dark, velvety skin, darker than the rest of him. Saliva pools in my mouth at the sight.
When he pops free, I’m face-to-face with the prettiest dick I’ve ever seen, not that I’ve seen any, other than what’s on the internet.
I’m nervous, not only because I haven’t done this before, but because I want to please him and I’m afraid I’ll fail.
