Page 32 of Who Said Mobsters Were Scary?
Maybe he has some other motive, too?
A pleasant shiver rushes through me. I try to suppress it, but it’s a little hard when it feels so good. I was too spookedat the shrine to appreciate the way being surrounded by Chai’s strong arms and firm chest felt, but now that I’ve calmed down and am not questioning whether a ghost is stalking me, I’m having flashbacks.
My dick twitched in approval, and I frown at it. I’m sort of curious about his. I’ve never really cared about another man’s dick, but I suppose there is a first time for everything.
With a sigh, I push myself off the floor and flick my room’s lights on. Squinting, I wait for my eyes to get used to the brightness, just now realizing that I was sitting in the dark. Humidity sticks to my skin, so I walk over to my balcony and open the door. Outside, the air has grown even more suffocating, charged with that electricity before a storm. I can hear the thunder louder too, and when I look toward the dark patch of trees behind the houses across the street, I catch the zigzagging trail of a lightning bolt.
I prop my elbows on the metal railing and lean my head on my arms, gazing at the night sky. Chai accompanied me down the hill, then drove away in a black SUV once I emerged onto the main road. The car had tinted windows, but the passenger side one was halfway down. Our gazes clashed in passing, and I felt once again like prey about to be caught by a vicious predator.
I run my tongue over my lips.
What’s Chai doing right now?
He must be back by now, surely. Is he working? Dealing with yakuza stuff and giving out orders? Maybe he’s gone to bed… though, somehow, I don’t see it. He struck me as the night owl type, like me.
I close my eyes and inhale the incoming rain. The air is stuffy and warm, sitting heavy in my lungs. It makes mewant to rip my clothes off so my skin can breathe, but I don’t mind it. I swallow, sweat rolling down my neck.
Maybe Chai is on his balcony like me. It would be three times the size of this one, higher up too, because he probably lives in a penthouse like all the rich people in movies do. Two cushioned chairs and a table sit on his left. A jacuzzi is on his right. But he’s leaning against the ornamented banister with a glass of whiskey in his hand, gazing up at the sky in the same way I’m doing. He’s left the room dark and the balcony door open. Sheer curtains ripple at the hands of the rain-carrying breeze and a wind chime clinks behind him.
My abs tighten as I pop the buttons of my shirt. My heart bangs against my hand when I place it on my chest. Flaring my nostrils, I slide my fingers down my damp body. Thunder rumbles in the distance.
Can Chai hear it too, wherever he is? Is he looking at the sky while drinking his whiskey like the imaginary version of him that I made up?
Fantasy Chai has taken a few more sips and lit up a cigarette. He’s also gotten rid of his ruined shirt, exposing that firm chest and muscular arms. I’ve no idea how they look exactly, but I know how theyfeel. Strong, powerful… safe. His dark eyes are half-closed, gleaming with that titillating spark I caught earlier. He takes a puff, exhaling the smoke evenly through his full lips, and smiles slowly, lifting one corner of his mouth higher than the other. His dimples pop, making him even more charming.
I bite my bottom lip as my fingers graze along the hem of my pants. My nipples perk up and goosebumps spread over my body.Fuck, this made-up fantasy has no right to be so sexy.I try to shake it off, but I’m too wound up already. I swallow around a lump in my throat and focuson my breathing, trying to calm down. In through the nose, out through the mouth. In through the nose, out through the mouth. In, out, in, out, in…
I want to touch him. Is his skin damp like mine? Smooth? Scarred? Does he have tattoos? What about his hair? Is it silky or on the coarser side? If he’s back to his place, would he have gone in the shower already?
I inhale sharply, shuddering. He smelled so good. Like sweat and woods and something dark. My skin tingles just remembering it. Heat accumulates at the base of my spine, my cock now semi-hard. I wet my lips, sneaking my fingers inside my pants.
“Do I turn you on, Leo?”Chai says in my fantasy. He’s spun around, leaning his back against the railing, and he’s palming himself through his ruined slacks.
I zero in on his crotch, mesmerized at the impressive bulge there. My pulse pounds in my ears. My breath catches.
“Are you wondering what my dick feels like?”he teases in a sultry and slightly hoarse voice.“How thick it is? How long? How… hard?”
Holy shit. I’ve lost it. Butfuuuuuck, this is so doing it for me right now. Chai is too irresistible. He’s not just handsome with his angular jaw and expressive eyes and stupidly charming smile. He’s intriguing, even more so after tonight. He’s mysterious, a little intimidating at first glance, but once you get him talking, he’s pretty chill and a little goofy.
Is he like that with everyone or… is it just me? I kind of like the idea of being the only one he shows that side to. Why did he dance with me like that at the club? And why is he so set on me being his bodyguard? Is it only because ofmy skills and the fact that I make him comfortable? Or is—couldthere be more to it?
I shove my hand deeper and grip my erection, gasping.Fuck, I haven’t been so turned on in ages. I know I need to and should get laid, but, man, hooking up with some random girl has lost its appeal. My attraction to a man is all super new to me, but my dick and brain both seem onboard already.
Thunder booms, closer now. The first drops of rain crash against the heated ground, releasing that intoxicating smell of wet soil. It jerks me out of my erotic daydreaming and reminds me that I am on my balcony where anyone could see what I am doing. I go inside and grab my towel, slipping into the small bathroom. I work myself out of my pants and brush my teeth, my curiously aroused mood taking me to a porn site. Scrolling through the categories, I click on the man-on-man action and choose the first thumbnail that grabs my attention.
Two very well-endowed dudes are getting it on in a barn. I think it’s a cowboy setting. Or a cowboy and a milkman? It’s honestly hard to say, but as they rip each other’s clothes off and roll in the hay taking turns sucking dick, I am strangely enthralled. My dick jerks with interest and I lick around my mouth, swallowing hard.
Okay. I can get behind this. Can Chai though? Because I am half-interested in reenacting this badly done cowboy porn video.
Just as the milkman dude with the cow pattern crop top starts ramming into cowboy, I enter the shower cabin, groaning as the first thing I imagine is Chai shoving me against the wall. My dick is fully hard when I wrap my hand around it, straining for attention. I start with rough, slow strokes, but soon enough I’m pumping hard whilethe imaginary Chai encourages me in my head like the milkman is doing in the video.
My ass clenches. I’m not clueless, I know how it works with two guys. I’ve never had reason to care much about it, but that’s no longer the case. In fact, I’m very much interested in finding out, if my rigid cock and galloping heart are anything to go by.
Experimentally, I reach back and rub my hole with a finger. I don’t really feel much at first, but applying pressure as I keep jerking myself off kind of feels good. I don’t have lube or anything I can substitute it with, so I use precum and just stick to teasing and rubbing, mimicking the way the two future porn stars were doing it. Sparks race down my spine the closer I get to the edge, but part of me doesn’t want to get there yet. It wants to prolong this and get back to my fantasy of Chai.
Stifling a moan, I squeeze the base of my dick. But I can’t really get myself to slow down because I’m almost there. All I can think about is that I want to come.
“I’d love to see that, Leo.”Chai’s hoarse voice encourages me in my mind.
