Bianca moans as if agreeing to my terms. But then she voices her actual desire. “Ohhhh, Scout. I’ve missed you.”
That damn name stops me cold. Something dark and ugly twists inside me. If she’s fantasizing about another man in there…
Nope, fuck it. I’m crashing into her room before logic can stop me. My knees threaten to buckle as lust clouds my vision. I’ve pictured this moment countless times and the vision in front of me puts my wildest dreams to shame.
Bianca doesn’t flinch—or pause—when I halt at the foot of her bed. “Hey, Stalker.”
But her greeting doesn’t penetrate. I’m too distracted by her naked body sprawled out on the pink sheets I bought. The soft glow in the room allows me to see every exposed inch of her. My concentration bounces over bare flesh and unbridled passion, unsure where to focus first. As if that’s not enough, her lilac perfume works quickly to intoxicate my willpower. The delicate scent blends flawlessly with wanton seduction, lulling me into a trance. It’s an overload of sexual stimulation.
Bianca whimpers while sliding the purple vibrator along her slick center. The thrusting mode is turned on low, just as a slow tease. That lazy motion paired with the quiet humming snatches my attention. I stare, completely captivated, as the silicone dildo glides forward in a smooth sweep. Her wrist rotates in a circle, adding pressure. A pitiful noise escapes me when she taps the head to the top of her mound. She doesn’t use the attached vibrator meant for her clit—not yet. This is just a rehearsal and I’m the lucky bastard with a front row seat.
All I can do is gawk at her presentation. That’s precisely what Bianca is doing in this explicit position. Just as I envisioned, her legs are bent and stretched wide. That puts her pussy on displayfor me. Her arousal glistens in the dim lighting. She’s already so damn wet. My mouth opens, jaw hanging slack, in desperate need for a taste.
“Just gonna stand there?” Her smoky tone curls around me like temptation.
I nod dumbly. That’s the extent of my capabilities at the moment.
“Pity.” The bold seductress pouts. “I’ve been waiting for you to finally join me.”
That jostles me from the clutches of dumbstruck awe. Her meaning punches through the lust, but doesn’t make sense. She’s just getting started. Unless…
Bianca grins when I widen my eyes. “That’s right, Cowboy. I heard you jerking off to me all the way back in Germany. You’re less subtle than you think.”
Words continue to fail me. My brain hurts along with my balls, but shame holds no space in this scenario. It’s not a secret that I want her with every fiber of my being. She’s perfect. Mesmerizing. The type of beauty that can make me crawl across the floor and beg. I allow my stare to roam along her generous curves. Her tan skin looks softer than satin. My empty palms clench at nothing, wishing her supple breasts were filling my grasp. She’s thick in all the right places and can take every inch that I want to give her. The sight of her is too much. Fuck, I could come from just looking at her.
And she knows it. Bianca arches her back, putting her pointy nipples on better display. “Why don’t you come closer?”
That would be the end of this charade. I force my feet to remain planted on the floor. A challenge sparks in her hooded gaze. She lifts a hand to cup her tit while dragging the vibrator through her slippery slit. The toy is lubed in her desire, proving she’s practically weeping for me.
My cock complains again, an ache spreading through the hard length. I’d whip it out but that would require me to use energy on something other than drooling over her. As if hearing my dick cry out for mercy, Bianca lowers her eyes to the bulge in my jeans. When she licks her lips, I damn near faint.
“Does that hurt?” The concern in her voice tries to lure me.
I grunt when my cock twitches. “Nah, I’m used to it.”
“Why torture yourself?” A quiver works through her from toes to tits when she hits a good spot. “Just go with the flow.”
My scowl is aimed at the shit decision to deprive myself. Surrender would be very sweet. But Bianca isn’t just a random girl. I refuse to treat her like one. She doesn’t get to pretend this is meaningless either. The reinforced resolve must show on my face.
“C’mon, Stalker. Play with me,” she croons and rolls her hips.
“You haven’t agreed to be mine.”
“Just once,” she whines.
“Real cute,” I chuckle, the gritty noise a stark contrast to her breathy moans. “If we head down this road, there’s no stopping.”
“Does that include a mutual masturbation session?”
My restraint wavers, but I smother the weakness. “Can’t cross this line.”
“Until I’m committed to hopelessly falling in love with you?”
“Yes,” I grind out. I’m nothing if not dedicated to what I want.
But Bianca is more willful than a wild mustang. Her stubborn streak won’t let her bend to my demands. The gleam in her green eyes confirms as much.
“What if that doesn’t happen?”
