I’ll get up and check the bathwater soon, I tell myself.
Any. Minute.
The events of the day so far spin in my mind until I’m reliving them. Half-awake and half-asleep by the time I think I hear a voice somewhere close, but it’s so mixed up with everything else I don’t take much notice.
The eyes from the banners at the conference, from the back of his books, and finally from the man himself at the hotel counter today.
I feel them on me again, running over me, pleasing him as much as me as he makes this low sound.
It’s like a growl mixed with a groan.
A wild animal noise.
An Alpha male staking his claim, announcing his intentions.
I don’t feel shy or like I want to run in my daydream.
I feel like I want him to see me. Like I want him to watch me, getting himself as excited as I feel as I squirm a little, pressing my legs together as I picture his hands running over himself long before they even reach me.
In a perfect world, in my little fantasies about him anyway, he’s turned on by me. Can’t control himself.
It’s a silly thing to think about, but hey. It’s called fantasy for a reason, right?
I never used to even have fantasies, not like this. But since I discovered his books. His photo anyway, it’s something that started to happen from that day forward.
Feeling myself getting hotter and wetter between my legs, I let out a soft little moan, working up to the part where I see Nathan palming the front of himself until he can’t take it anymore.
Until he has to free his huge dick and start to pleasure himself in front of me, showing me just how hard I make him.
My heart is beating harder and faster than his hand could ever move over that delicious cock of his, and I feel myself gasping awake, my own hand moving between my legs.
Helpless now, I have to have something touch me down there.
I’ve never been so worked up thinking about him.
Maybe it’s the room, maybe it’s from seeing him up close today maybe it’s-
“Oooh, fuck…”
My eyes dart open and my heart freezes.
A fresh thrill ripples through my entire body as I recognize a low, guttural groan, a voice cursing with pleasure.
And it’s not coming from me.
It’s coming from the next room.
My curiosity outweighs my fear, and my own arousal pretty much cancels out everything including my hesitation as I sit up suddenly, one hand between my open legs and the other against my chest, my whole body trembling.
For a split second, I see it.
I actually see it, bigger and harder than anything I could ever imagine.
The shock of seeing Nathan Cartwright spying on me from a lounge chair should make me scream, but it doesn’t.
I’m kinda relieved I get to see him again.
What shocks me is just how much I want him to finish, to show me just how hard I’ve made him. To watch him come buckets all over the hotel floor.
But he doesn’t.
He curses again, stuffing what he can of himself back into his pants before bolting from the chair, turning his back to me, and apologizing.
“I… I thought you were asleep. The hotel, they gave us the same suite… I wasn’t. I mean I was just…” he half explains.
As if he needs to explain anything.
There’s a mirror above the fireplace, our eyes lock in the silver gilded oval shape, almost like a giant eye itself.
“I should go,” he murmurs, seeming to relax once his eyes scan me again.
I stay glued to the spot, speechless but strangely relaxed at the same time.
Not the reaction I’m supposed to have, waking up to find a man pleasuring himself as he watches me sleep.
“The guy at the desk did say it was a double suite, there are two rooms.” I reflect, silently thanking the universe for bringing Nathan Cartwright to this suite.
Maybe he’s a pervert who likes to jack off to young women while wearing an overcoat in hotel rooms.
Who cares? As long as he only does it in front of me from now on, I couldn’t care less.
“I was just-” he says again, searching for words, trying to come up with a story on the spot. He can’t and simply smiles.
A special smile I know is just for me. A little embarrassed, but also a smile that tells me everything that words never could.
I was doing that because of you. I was doing that for you.
I pretend not to notice, pretend I have no idea what he means.
Truth is, I couldn’t speak right now if I tried and when I do try to move I only become aware of how hard my own hand is pressing against my pussy, making me gasp and shudder again when I finally manage to separate the two.