CHAPTER 3 - ALL ALONE 

It had been a whole week since that wild night with Nora. Seven days of pure torture brushing against Christian in the hallway, wearing the tiniest shorts around the house. 

Nora had been doing her part too, but today she left for college early, leaving me home alone with him. Mom had already rushed out at 5:30 a.m. for her hospital shift.

A wicked smirk played on my lips as I faintly heard the front door click shut. Nora had left now's my chance. I threw off my duvet, I didn't bother putting on pants. I just threw on an oversized silk button-up shirt, leaving it completely open as I padded down the hallway toward the master suite. 

Nora thought we were playing a fair tug-of-war, but she wasn’t here right now, it was just me. I slipped into their bedroom, closing the heavy wooden door silently behind me. 

The bedroom was quiet, but from the attached bathroom, I could hear the shower running and the faint scent of his soap. I walked over to his unmade bed and sat casually on the edge of the mattress. I crossed my legs, leaning back on my hands as I waited.

A moment later, the water suddenly cut off.

The silence in the room was heavy. I heard the rustle of a towel, and then the bathroom door clicked open. A thick wave of warm, white steam rolled out into the bedroom.

Christian stepped out, completely oblivious. He wore nothing but a dark grey towel hooked around his waist, he was dripping wet, which instantly made me wet. His damp hair fell over his forehead, and hot water droplets glided down his broad chest and stomach.

When his eyes landed on me sitting on his bed, he completely froze.

“Roxy… what are you still doing at home?” His voice was rough, his eyes immediately dropping to my bare thighs.

“I wasn’t feeling well,” I lied sweetly, standing up and stepping closer. “But now I feel much better.”

My eyes drifted down to his waist. Even under the heavy fabric of the towel, the thick, hard shape of his morning wood was completely obvious.

“Get out,” he demanded.

I didn't move. “You're tense, Christian,” I whispered, taking a few steps as I slowly closed the distance between us. “Let me help.”

“I said go,” he growled, but he didn't back away. His chest was heaving.

I stepped right into his space, pressing my bare chest lightly against his damp arm. I reached down, my fingers brushing against the hot skin of his hip before I gripped the edge of his towel.

“Nora isn’t here. It's just you and I, No one has to know” I murmured against his neck.

With a tug, I yanked the towel away. It dropped to the floor in a damp heap. 

Christian sucked in a breath as his thick, heavy cock sprang free, fully erect and pulsing in the chilly air of the bedroom. A tiny drop of pre-cum glistened at the very tip. God, he was bigger than I imagined.

I didn't give him time to think. I dropped straight to my knees on the floor. I looked up at him through my eyelashes, gripping his thick, damp thighs with both hands, feeling his muscles instantly lock up like stone.

“I’ve been thinking about this for months, Daddy.” I said sweetly.

“Roxy, don’t….” I cut him off by wrapping my lips around the hot, swollen head of his shaft.

Christian’s head snapped back. A low groan ripped from his throat as his hands slammed back onto the edge of the dresser behind him.

I swirled my tongue around the rim, mimicking exactly what I had done to Nora the week before, before sliding myself down his length. He was so thick he stretched my lips to the absolute limit. 

The heat radiating off him was intoxicating. I stroked the base of his shaft with my slightly wet fingers, pumping him in a fast, tight rhythm while my mouth ruthlessly feasted on him.

The room was filled with the sloppy wet and gagging sounds of my mouth taking him whole.

“Fuck,” he choked out, his hips blindly jerking forward, burying himself deeper down my throat. 

His hands left the dresser and tangled tightly into my dark brown hair, anchoring me to him. He was losing control, breathing like a dying man, his body trembling as he rapidly approached his limit.

I moaned around his cock, bobbing my head faster while I sucked him hard while my hand stroked what I couldn’t fit in my mouth. Drool ran down my chin as I worked him desperately.

He was right on the edge of filling my throat. I took him all the way to the back of my throat, gagging slightly, eyes watering as I looked up at him. His abs were tight, muscles flexing as he fought for control.

Just as his cock started pulsing and swelling even thicker in my mouth, he violently yanked me up by my hair, pulling my mouth off him. He was panting, sweat and shower water dripping down his face, his eyes filled with lust and fury.

“Stop… stop,” he breathed, trying to push me away to regain his breath.

Before I could drop back down, a vibration shattered the silence.

Christian’s phone on the dresser was buzzing frantically, the screen lighting up. He closed his eyes, swallowed hard, and grabbed it with a shaking hand.

“What?” he snapped into the receiver, his chest still heaving as he stared down at me.

Within seconds, the anger and lust completely drained from his face. His skin went pale, the hand holding his phone began to shake.

“An accident? No… no, she just left for the hospital,” Christian whispered, his voice cracking as his knees buckled. 

“An accident? No… no that can’t be right, she just left for the hospital,” Christian whispered, his voice cracking as his knees buckled. 

He slid straight down to the floor, as a broken sob tore out of his chest.

“She’s dead.”