Chapter 9 Nine

"Fuck. Fuck. Fuuckk...!" I cursed, rapidly pumping my shaft as my cock jerked and spilled cum all over my fist and the tiled floor, hips bucking and head was thrown back, my breath coming in heavy pants.

My body began to relax, temporarily sated and I let the water cascade down my head and face, washing off the memories of the scorching hot sex I had with Leilani in my head. I grabbed the soap and started to scrub myself clean.

Moments later, I wrapped a towel around my hips and rubbed another smaller one on my head, trying to dry the damp, ruffled hair. I had a lot of things to do today and I already spent a lot of time beating my fucking meat in the shower like a fucking sexually frustrated loser.

I need a fuck.

Any sexy woman of my taste would do for now.

I opened the bathroom door, releasing steam into the bedroom, and stepped out to see Leilani. In the middle of my bedroom.

Is my lust for her so bad that I'm starting to see things?

My eyes narrowed slightly. She was gaping at me like a kid caught with a hand in the cookie jar. This is real, alright. I thought she was having breakfast downstairs with Neil? While all along I was thinking of having her for breakfast. She looked really good. Her hair was not in yesterday's ponytail and the long brown locks spilled down to hang over her bouncy ass shaped nicely in that tiny, short dark blue dress.

I decided I liked her better in a dress. Why? I love hitching small dresses up to get to the pussy.

She was embarrassed, eyes looking anywhere but at me, probably because I was practically naked with just a towel riding indecently low on my waist, exposing my v-cut which led to the semi-hard bulge under the cotton.

"What are you doing?" I asked, closing the bathroom door behind me.

Her gaze snapped back up to me. "Um...I realized there were no towels in here so I..." She trailed off, eyebrows furrowing slightly as she glanced at the towel hanging off my damp head.

And I noticed the towels folded in her arms. But I did not buy that. I mean, I expected a better excuse.

"I found towels in here," I said dryly, rubbing my hair.

"Um... I guess- I guess Sara got some in here." Her cheeks were flushed. "So, I'll leave now." She hurried towards the door, pointedly keeping her gaze straight.

I chucked the hand towel away and in two strides, I had blocked her path with my body, gazing down at her with arousal starting to pool deep within.

"Why are you really here, Leilani?" I asked, face serious.

Her eyes were wider than ever, face flushed soft pink. "What are you doing?" Her soft voice sounded breathless. "W-what do you mean why am I here? I already told you-"

"That's a bullshit excuse."

"What are you talking about?" She frowned, but she still couldn't meet my eyes. She was trying so hard to sound offended, but I could easily see through it. The way her lips parted and her breath caught. The way she tensed as I stood in front of her half-naked. The way she avoided looking directly into my eyes.

She wanted me.

Leilani fucking wanted me.

When I kept staring at her, she inhaled and looked straight at me. I gave a knowing smile.

"Do you mind moving out of my way?" She asked, arms tightening around her towels.

I arched an eyebrow. Okay, now she's acting like nothing just happened. She's really going to act like she had no idea that I noticed all the looks she'd been sending my way. Women. I know the game she's playing.

Fuck yeah, and I'm the master of that game.

"Sure," I moved slightly to the side, and she started forward, but I caught the blush on her face, and I saw her steal a glance at my naked torso. She couldn't even stop herself.

And neither could she stop herself from stumbling when the heel of one of her shoes twisted under her and her knees buckled. She let out a gasp and flailed, sending the towels flying out of her hold.

I moved immediately, wrapping my arms around her before she toppled to the floor. Her hands held on to me for support as her breath came shakily.

"Hey, your ankle hurt?" I asked, looking down at her to meet her pretty brown eyes already gazing up at me, glimmering with doused panic and gratitude.

"Yeah. No. I mean, I'm fine. Thanks." She said, giving me a small smile.

I was barely listening. In my rush to hold her and keep her from falling, I had wrapped her tight in my chest, her small hands plastered on my chest. I have never touched her like this. The electricity sizzled through my veins and straight to my cock at her proximity.

Fuck. Leilani is in my fucking arms. While I was wearing only a fucking towel. Alone. In my fucking bedroom. With a large bed just a few feet away.

The temptation was maddening

She straightened up and moved out of my arms, tucking a long strand behind her ear.

"You sure you're fine?" I glanced at her shoe. It looked okay.

"Yeah. Thanks, Adonis." She said in a voice that I barely heard and stooped to pick up the towels strewn across the floor.

My gaze was immediately arrested by the view of her ass up in the air, and the smooth thighs pressed together.

Damn!

I have to calm the fuck down. If my cock gets hard in this towel, she sure as fuck would see it standing tall and proud.

Maybe I wanted her to see it. I was idly wondering how she would react when I heard a male voice outside the room. I put my thoughts on hold and listened. I heard the voice again but it was too faint to be clearly heard from where I stood, muffled by the door and all.

So, I moved closer to the door, eyebrows furrowed with concentration. That was when I heard the familiar voice talking to someone, obviously on the phone.

I heard Leilani gasp quietly behind me as she straightened up abruptly. She obviously heard him.

Neil.

I watched her face fill with horror as her eyes darted from the door to me, and from me to the door in a panic. Well shit. Why would Neil come to look for his fiancée in his step-brother's fucking bedroom?

Fuck!

Leilani stooped to take off her shoes and I barely had time to stare at her ass again before she straightened up, holding the shoes in one hand, and stalked closer to me, pretty eyes pleading.

Then Neil fucking knocked.