5: Spill On The Dress

~Celeste's POV~

“Come here.”

My brow knitted together as I sucked in a sharp breath.

“I promise I didn't mean to peek or watch any of this,” I murmured, trying to convince him so he would let me leave.

However, the sight of this full-grown man standing in front of me with such a hard, gigantic cock standing erect was messing with my thoughts.

He didn't seem to take that excuse. He furrowed his brow and drew closer.

“Who are you?” he asked. “Why are you here?”

“I—”

I tried to say something but he beat me to it.

“Mnnn nnm…. Don't even think of that silly ‘I don't mean to watch you jerk off’ excuse.” His voice dropped low.

My fingers clutched the side of my dress. I tried to stare into his eyes, but damn, it felt as though I was gazing into darkness, a void threatening to pull me in.

With my lips parted slightly, “I’m sorry. I knew I shouldn't have done that,” I murmured.

(Note: I always put my tags after the sentence has been made. Not before. Unless necessary.)

There was no way I could pretend I wasn't at fault.

I mean, I had intentionally come in here, saw he was jerking off, yet I stayed. And watched.

His eyes swept over my body as he took a step forward while I took one back.

What's he doing?

“So, you wanna watch?” he asked, a question that made my throat bob.

I batted my lashes innocently at him. “Excuse me? I just told you I'm sorry. It was an accident and I didn't mean to be here.”

The fuck? What part of my ‘I am sorry’ did he not understand?

He arched a brow, taking another step while I retreated again. We continued until my back hit the wall.

But then, just as I was about to react and ask what he was doing, my gaze shifted.

Good Lord.

This guy had still managed to remain rock hard all this while and his size…

That was the first time I had seen such a huge dick in my entire existence! How the fuck did he walk around with something like that down there?

Scratch that,

How many women's pussies could take something that huge?

Can it really fit? I don't think I can take something that huge in my small...

Shit!

What am I doing? I shouldn't be thinking about such things. The fuck is wrong with me?

“You can't stop looking, can you?”

My eyes immediately drifted back to his face. He had this serious yet soft-dark look.

The realization that he had caught me checking out his cock painted an awkward, shame-embedded smile across my face. But I wouldn't acknowledge my shame so I tried to laugh it off, yet his expression remained unchanged.

“It's not what you think. I'm just...” I paused.

Am I supposed to tell him I was simply surprised by his size?

“Just what?” He asked, arching a brow. “Thinking about having it in you?” A low gasp escaped my lips at his accuracy.

I blinked, my face turning red like a ripe tomato.

He raised his hand, bringing it close to my face, then jerked and paused. Staring at me for a moment longer than necessary.

Then,

“I can give you a free show if you don't mind,” he added, brushing a strand of hair away from my face.

My heart skipped a beat at his touch.

Unable to form a word, I watched him slowly lower his hand and my eyes followed every move of his, wrapping the large palm around his thick length.

Fuck…

“Eyes on mine, human.”

Human?

Why was he addressing me as human? The least he could do was ask for my name.

“Wait...” The word slipped out before I could stop myself.

Once again, his gaze pierced mine.

“Wait... what?” he asked, closing the little space left between us.

So close that I subconsciously held my breath because of his scent.

There was something about the way he smelled. Something like rain-soaked woods, earthy, wild, and soft.

He smiled. “You’re the first person to walk in on me and still have the audacity to stay here, bickering with me.”

The moment I lifted my eyes to his face, I realized we stood so close that his breath fanned my cheek, making my toes curl.

“I didn't mean to.” My voice dropped to a tiny whisper.

I wouldn't lie. All of this, for a strange reason, turned me so fucking on. I shouldn't have been affected, yes. I know. Yet somehow, I felt myself growing slippery down there.

My eyes followed the movement of his teeth tugging on his lower lip as he let out a soft moan.

“tsssss… ahhhhhh…”

I blinked, parting my lips as I watched him actually fisting his cock right in front of me.

No shame whatsoever.

“Can I use your neck?” His low voice pulled my gaze back to meet his.

I should have pushed him away and run out of the room, yet it felt as though my legs had been rooted to the floor.

Even words felt too heavy, and when I didn't respond, he moved.

He rested his head against my nape.

A small gasp escaped my mouth.

His lips felt cool against my skin as he kissed my nape softly. So softly that a shiver of pleasure raced through my body like lightning.

“Ahhhh, fuckkk!” he groaned.

This time, his kisses grew more intense, and even my own breaths came out uneven.

I knew this was a stupid thing to say, but I really wished I could touch myself right there. This felt like torture, and the fact that the door was left open, and someone could walk in just the way I had earlier, for some odd reason made my chest rise and fall rapidly.

I tilted my head to the side, giving him more access as my gaze settled on his hand.

Fuck…

His movements were fast and precise, as though he had done this countless times before.

My mouth watered at the precum oozing from the tip.

“You wanna see, huh...?”

He suddenly pulled back.

His eyes met mine. Dull, barely open but enough to see me. Pleasure was written all over his face. As he rolled his eyes back, I knew he was close.

I could have sworn my hand moved, rubbing my thigh slowly upward as I watched this sinful act unfold.

I fucking knew this guy was my stepbrother yet my hand didn't stop. My eyes didn't waver. I watched every movement like my next second depended on it.

Then he gasped, licking his lips.

“Ohhhh, fuckkkk!!” he groaned, shutting his eyes.

I watched how thick his cum was as it shot out, some of it splashed onto my dress.

“Arrgghh, YESS!” he moaned.

Just before my hand could reach my crotch, he snapped his eyes open.

Immediately, I pulled my hand away, breathing heavily.

My eyes held his and for a brief moment, I could have sworn his eyes…. They… they flashed green.

Bright glowing GREEN.

But before he could move closer again, I shoved him away, turned and intended to dash out of the room. But as I stepped out of the threshold, my body bumped into a hard wall of muscle.

Ouch!

I raised my face up to see who.

It was Zane.

Shame clung to me like a second skin. I didn't even greet him before my legs carried me forward.

I knew what the door of my room looked like, so it was easy to find it.

As soon as I got inside, my knees buckled, and I pressed a hand against my racing chest.

The fuck was that?

What had just happened?