He shrugs. “Just doin’ my job.”
My jaw drops. This is the most he’s talked to me in the five years I’ve known him. I’m not sure where to go from here.
“You could be a bit more understanding,” I mutter.
“That’s not what I’m getting paid for.”
“Ohhhhh,” I breathe. “This is all about money. Got it.”
His jaw clenches. “No, this is about keeping you safe.”
“I don’t need you to protect me.”
“That’s not your decision.” His smug expression sends a hot spike of irritation through me.
My eyes abandon his unwavering focus for the sake of my pride. “It’s probably best if we don’t talk anymore.”
Colton braces his inked arms along the back of the sofa. “I give it two minutes. Max.”
I clamp my lips tight to prove him wrong, but the tickle in my throat is prepared to do the opposite.
This is going to be a long-ass trip.
Once again, I find myself sitting outside of Bianca’s bedroom in our suite. It’s become a habit since we arrived in Germany last week. She fucks herself frequently and I’m stuck in the same space with her insatiable appetite. I didn’t expect her to constantly dangle forbidden fruit in my face. It’s almost as if she’s torturing me for denying her a quick fuck on the plane. But something tells me she doesn’t know I’m listening like a creep.
A prickly awareness spreads across my nape when she moans from behind the closed door. She releases another throaty noise, making my cock twitch. It’s an instinctual response at this point. Her show is about to begin, and my dick wants a starring role.
“I’m ready,” Bianca’s breathy tone beckons.
My head thumps against the wood separating us. She whimpers and rustling follows. I bet she’s ramping up for the next level. Her vocals are enthusiastic. Even the toy she uses is loud and unapologetic. If I didn’t know better, I’d think she wants me to hear her.
“Yes, yes!” Her voice teases me through the barrier between us. “That feels so good.”
Arousal pumps hot through my veins. Physical desire is a weakness. A distraction. I don’t allow myself to fall victim to these urges, but Bianca Benson is my exception.
Typically, I can maintain a tight grip on my control even when she’s around. The hair band on my wrist nears its breaking point when I snap it against my skin. The sting is useless against her pull. This situation has proven to turn me into a simpering fool. I find myself in this exact spot night after night, waiting for her performance to hit the climatic peak. Bianca is unraveling my composure and I’m unable to stop it. Much like now.
My hand rips at my belt, fumbling to undo my jeans in a hurry. I’m not sure I’ve ever been this hard. My cock hurts, and not because I’ve been jerking off more than usual.
Images assault me while I gather precum from the tip, stroking the moisture over myself. I picture her sprawled out in bed, bare pussy on display. The vibrator sinks into her easily. There’s minimal resistance. She’s that turned on. I’m right there with her, pausing only to spit in my palm to glide faster. It would take a few pumps from her hand to make me blow my load. A throb pulses through my dick while Bianca mewls. I envision her thrusting the toy deeper.
Fantasy and reality merge when she whimpers. “Ohhhh, don’t stop. More. Please.”
Desperation coils in my gut, ready to burst. My dream girl is just beyond reach. How easy it would be to reveal my position and join her.
A recognizable buzz tells me she’s upped the speed, getting herself closer.Fuck, she’s testing my limits.
As if hearing my control fraying, her sweet seduction calls out. “I need you.”
That command snaps me out of it.
“Bianca,” I growl.
The vibrations cut off immediately. Silence descends and stretches. It’s quiet enough that I can hear fabric rustling. She’s probably going to bed. That means I should too.
But she pushed me tonight. I need relief or my brain won’t rest. Sleep still won’t come easy, but I’m about to.
My palm resumes pumping a steady pace. The throb in my cock spurs me faster as I stare into the darkness. I picture Bianca sitting in the oversized armchair facing me. She watches as I stroke myself, leaning forward to get a better view. Her big tits nearly spill out of her shirt. My balls tighten when I imagine tugging a pebbled nipple between my teeth.
