Total pages in book: 110
Estimated words: 103231 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 516(@200wpm)___ 413(@250wpm)___ 344(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 103231 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 516(@200wpm)___ 413(@250wpm)___ 344(@300wpm)
I swung my legs over the edge of the bed to search for my bag so I could dig out my medicine, but frustration went through me when I realized I’d left the bag out in the main living space. I wasn’t a coward by any means, but I was just so fucking tired that I didn’t want to deal with Dante and his bullshit. Not to mention the pounding in my head was getting worse.
“Fuck it,” I muttered as I climbed to my feet.
My goal was just to ignore the man when I opened the door and made the short walk to where my bag was sitting on a side table, but my plans were shot to hell when I saw what was going on in the living room.
Two women, one dressed in just a bra and a short, skin-tight red skirt and the other in a slinky black dress, were dancing together in front of the TV in a sinewy twist of bare skin and long limbs, while Dante sat in the oversized armchair just a half a dozen feet away watching.
A king on his throne.
It took me a moment to realize one of the women – the still fully dressed one – was the flight attendant from our flight.
What the fuck?
My eyes connected with Dante who was watching me lazily from where he was sitting.
“Come join us, Pop-pop,” he drawled, his perfect white teeth pulling into an amused grin. “Since you don’t like dick,” – he motioned to the women – “I got you something you would like.”
The two women took their attention off each other long enough to rearrange their bodies so they were both facing me. The flight attendant – Shelly, that was her name – was in front of the other woman who was just a bit taller. Shelly reached behind her to rest her hands on the other woman’s thighs as the other woman tugged Shelly’s dress down enough to expose her naked breasts. The sight was literally most guys’ fantasy come to life, but I felt nothing. Yeah, my dick was responding to the writhing, naked bodies, but my insides were rolling with anger.
“We don’t even have to share,” Dante murmured, reminding me of his presence. He sat forward a little bit, his sharp eyes narrowing just a little. “Or we could make this an interesting little party,” he added. The hunger burning in his gaze as his eyes traveled up and down my body belied his words though. A shiver ran down my spine as I realized he hadn’t been looking at the two women the way he was looking at me right now.
Jesus Fucking Christ.
It felt like all the oxygen had been sucked out of the room as Dante’s dark eyes held mine and I lost all awareness of everything around us. There were no women, there was no music…hell, even the blood that had been causing my head to pound unbearably seemed to have traveled south in the few seconds I’d been caught in Dante’s snare of seduction.
I clenched my fists as the need to move forward towards him washed over me. The problem was, I wasn’t sure if I wanted to pound on him…or into him.
The moment was interrupted when Shelly suddenly appeared at Dante’s side, her girlfriend in tow. “Come dance with us, Dante,” she purred as her elegant fingers sought out Dante’s hand. The move broke the spell Dante had somehow managed to weave between us and I tore my eyes away. I looked back just long enough to see his grin change into a frown.
“Sure sweetheart,” he said softly and then he was getting up. He settled his hands on Shelly’s outer thighs as she pressed her breasts against his chest and wrapped her arms around his neck.
I wanted nothing more than to go over to the TV, which I now realized was where the music was coming from, and yank its plug from the wall before kicking both girls out and letting Dante know just what I thought about his little trick, but I knew that was exactly what he wanted. So, I did what I did best when it came to the irritating young man and turned my back on him after grabbing my bag. I even managed to not slam the bedroom door behind me.
As bad as my head hurt, my body hurt more and I paused only long enough to snag my medicine before heading for the bathroom. I swallowed down two pills before reaching into the shower to get the hot water going. By the time I’d stripped off my clothes – carefully, because my cock was hard as a rock – the hot water was steaming up the bathroom. The second I stepped into the shower and the water sluiced over me, I wrapped my hand around my dick and began stroking. My head hurt like a son of a bitch as my orgasm began to build and I knew it would feel like my head was exploding when I finally came, but that didn’t slow me down as I desperately fisted my dick. I closed my eyes and gasped for breath as my balls drew up tight against my body signaling the end after just a half a dozen strokes.