I pushed the door open, and the cool air hit me in the face. Taking a shaky step inside, my gaze darted around the place. The place was dark, yet there were recessed lights that didn't feel like they were there to illuminate so much as to keep me aware of every step I took.
There wasn't much to see anyway; the penthouse didn't seem like a place where he had been living for long. No photos, no books, just a wine bar and a few pieces of furniture. Nothing that gave it a soul.
I noticed a single watch lying on a side table, cufflinks tossed carelessly beside it, as though someone had been in a hurry but didn't care enough.
"Enjoying the view?" a voice came from the spiral stairway not too far from the black pristine sofa.
I looked up to see him. Those piercing blue eyes made me gulp every time I attempted to get a good look at him; they were boring into mine. He made his way down the stairs, and then I noticed he was shirtless.
"I didn't expect you would come so fast. Must be in a hurry, huh?" he smirked at me, and my mouth went dry.
The dim light reflecting on his golden hair made him shine like some god-like statue.
Only one thing occupied my mind as I stared at his body: those well-toned muscles and broad shoulders every man would pay to have. From his sculpted chest to his hard six-pack abs, tapering into lean hips hidden under the waist of his sweatpants—he was breathtaking.
God. I wasn't even sure if this was right, but with him towering over me, my breath grew short, and a hot spiral of tension coiled in my stomach.
"Are you done?" His rich voice yanked me back to reality.
"Huh?" I blinked nervously.
"If you're done ogling me, let's head upstairs." He turned to climb back up.
"O… okay." I hesitated
Even His back muscles were massive.
How hard did he train to achieve this body?
Back then, when we graduated high school, Travis and I had bought gym membership cards from a gym close to my hometown. I was hoping to build some muscles and gain some good weight, but sis, you bet I didn't even last a month.
Travis had tried to discourage me from the start. He had said something like he knew I wouldn't last long and that I had no need for muscles.
We entered the room that had only a single bed. The bedside lamp was on. I guessed he was in the room before I came in. He sat on the bed, then turned to watch me, standing at the door, as if I would make a run for it.
What's even the point of running now? I dared follow a man like him into his room. If I even tried to run away, it wouldn't take him much to get my cowardly ass back here, so it's safer to just go with the pace.
"Come here. You aren't thinking of changing your mind, are you?"
"What are you going to do to me?"
I knew what he wanted but couldn't resist asking him, just to know how safe I was from this mess.
He eyed me suspiciously. "Don't tell me you followed me all the way up here without even knowing what I plan on doing to you?" He stepped closer, his eyes locked on mine.
"What do… do… you mean by that?" I stumbled back, hitting the door.
"You sounded so tough on the phone I almost got scared. And now? You're a whimpering puppy," he mocked, cornering me
He held my chin up and drew my face closer to his, and I could feel his breath.
"Look at me, pup, and listen carefully. I plan to have my fill of your juicy ass, right here, on this bed." His right hand suddenly went to my left butt cheek as he squeezed it softly.
I gasped and pushed him slightly, but the large man didn't budge. Instead, he pinned me on the door and started groping my butt really hard.
"Don't fight it, that's what gets me more turned on." He sniffed my neck. Then I felt his tongue descend on my skin. I thought I was ready for whatever outcome, but this was making me lose my wit.
He reached for my nipple underneath my shirt and squeezed it.
"So soft… you're so soft," he murmured in between kisses and continued sucking on my skin.
Fuck. The way his tongue is moving on my skin was doing things to me. I just stood there as the heat in my stomach kept building. I was starting to get aroused, and him grinding his rock-hard cock against me wasn't helping.
He stopped kissing my neck and raised his gaze to look at my face. There was an annoying smile on his face.
"You like it. Don't you?"
"What do you mean? I don't," I managed to say.
"Is it your first time?"
"Huh?"
"Are you really dense, or are you acting naïve?" he squinted at me.
What crap is he saying now? I'm about to lose my virginity to a strange man right now, and he thinks I'm acting up?
"Have you ever slept with a man?" He suddenly planted a soft kiss on my right eyelid, causing me to blink subconsciously.
"No," my voice came out low.
"It's different from doing it with a woman."
"I've never done it with a woman either," I confessed.
I thought it was better to let him know, so he wouldn't get disappointed later—not that I cared, though.
I felt him freeze up for a second there. A cunning smile played on his lips as he walked away from me towards the bed and sat down at the edge.
"Come sit on my lap, virgin boy. I'll teach you nice and slow, okay?" He patted his thighs.
The moment I approached him, he caught my hand tight and pulled me down to my knees with brute force.
My eyes flew wide open at what he did next.
He pulled down his pants a bit and brought out his hard member.
The size… gawd.
I looked up at him silently asking what he was doing.
"But first, we will need to take care of this guy here," he started stroking his cock against my face.
Bastard.