He’s asking for it and he knows it, I think to myself as I stare down at his pale, lean body. He should know better than to taunt me, which is what he’s done all day.
The moonlight shines through the window, giving me a perfect view of him. Not that I need one. Elias is branded into my brain, just like everything else about him. He’s an obsession that seems to grow more and more every day.
Lying on his back, his legs are spread just enough to get a nice peek at what I’m going to claim. My pulse thrums; I feel a heavy ache that won't subside. Reaching down, I pull myself from the black gym shorts I've already strained against, the head of my c**k glistening. I need to sink into him to stop this hunger.
Why shouldn't I? He’s the reason for it. Since he came stumbling into my life a little
