Page 49 of Catch My Fall
“It’s not like that at all, Sierra. When I look at you… I can’t stop myself from wanting what I can’t have.”
She gasps, surprised by my confession, but before she can say anything, I stand up. “I made a promise to your brother. I vowed to protect you, even if that statement includes protecting you from me.” And with that, I disappear back inside the house, hating the way my stomach churns.
She deserves better than a guy like me.
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When I look at you… I can’t stop myself from wanting what I can’t have…
Alec’s words have rang through my mind since the moment they left his lips, and he never even gave me the chance to tell him that I feel the same.
When I think about being intimate with a man, fear has my bones locking up and my limbs trembling. The ghost of their hands still linger on my body, their nails biting into my skin, breaching parts of me they had no right to claim.
But when I picture it’s Alec there with me, his hands caressing my body, his mouth tasting every inch of me, his words whispering encouragement in my ear, warmth pools in my belly, and wetness spreads between my thighs.
It’s the thought of him on my mind almost every night as I slip my hand into my sleep shorts. It’s images of him above me, below me, behind me, kissing, touching and licking every part of me that has my hand gripping the sheets as I sink my teeth into my bottom lip to save from crying out and waking him, letting him know exactly what I’m doing.
Tonight, the image that fills my mind is the heated way his eyes ate me up when I stepped out of the bathroom earlier. How they scanned me from head to toe, dressed only in a towel.
I imagine him pushing me up against the wall, my towel slipping down to expose my naked body.
He groans when he takes me in, his hardness pressing against my belly as his mouth finds mine.
My finger works my clit as I picture him against me, his body trembling, unable to contain his want for me as he lifts me into his arms, his hands squeezing my ass as he walks me into his bedroom, laying me down on his bed.
He stands back and admires me, the heat in his eyes making me squirm beneath his gaze.
“You want this, princess?” he would ask, his voice low and lustful as the heat of his eyes burn into my body.
I nod as he begins to shed his clothes, leaving him as naked as me when he brings his underwear down.
The image of what his cock might look like has a zap of pleasure shooting to my clit and I rub harder, picturing him climbing over me and sliding inside me with ease.
I clench around nothing, adding more pressure to my clit as I pinch and roll my hardened nipples with my other hand. Pleasure ripples through my body from the image in my head.
A moan escapes my lips, and it’s louder than I thought, I only hope Alec didn’t hear me through the wall.
I picture Alec moving above me, hitting depths inside me that have me wanting to cry out in pleasure. Would he be hard or gentle with me? Rough or tender? Either way, I can feel my orgasm building just imagining him with me.
I’m just about to come, cresting on that wave that is moments away from crashing through my body when I hear a noise from next door that has me stopping.
A sound coming from Alec’s room.
With my clit still throbbing, I slip out of bed and tiptoe my way to the door. I thank the lord that there’s not a single floorboard in this place that creaks underfoot, because I make it to his bedroom without making a sound.
I press my ear to the door, listening in carefully.
But all I hear is silence.
Just when I think I’m imagining things and turn back to my room, I hear the noise again.
A groan.
I listen closer, my heart beating so fast I can barely hear a thing other than the blood rushing in my ears.
“Fuck.” I hear him moan and I slap a hand over my mouth to stop from gasping.
Is he touching himself in there?