Chapter 3: Rising Action
The sudden chill of the air conditioning raised goosebumps on my skin as I walked back to my condo, Billy's laughter echoing in my mind. I had agreed to his request, a little too quickly, I realized. But there was something about him, something that made my heart race and my stomach flutter.
I unlocked the heavy oak door and stepped into the dimly lit foyer, the soft hum of the city below a familiar comfort. The penthouse was a masterpiece of modern design, with clean lines and an open floor plan that allowed the cityscape to be the focal point.
I hung my keys on the hook by the door and tossed my purse onto the counter. I could hear the shower running in the bathroom, the sound of water cascading against skin.
Billy strode out of the bathroom, completely naked, water beading on his tanned skin. I sucked in a breath, my eyes immediately drawn to his large, thick cock. It jutted out from his body, heavy and hard, a droplet of water slipping down the shaft.
"Fuck, Alli," he said, his voice low and gravelly. "You're staring."
I tore my gaze away from his cock and looked up at his face.
His blue eyes were dark with desire, and he was smirking, clearly enjoying my reaction.
"Billy," I whispered, my voice barely audible over the pounding of my heart. "What are you doing?"
He took a step closer, his cock bobbing with the movement. "What does it look like I'm doing, Alli? I'm getting clean. And you, well, you're looking at me like you've never seen a dick before."
I felt my face flush, but I didn't look away. His cock was huge, thick and long, with a prominent vein running down the underside.
It was more than I had expected, more than I had ever seen. I gulped, my mouth suddenly dry. "Billy, we shouldn't—"
He cut me off with a chuckle. "You're right, we shouldn't. But we are, Alli. You know you want to." He took another step, closing the distance between us. "You've been wanting this since you saw me at the store."
I swallowed hard, my breath hitching as he reached out and cupped my breast through my shirt. I gasped as his thumb found my nipple, rubbing it against the fabric. "Billy, we can't.
I—I don't do this kind of thing," I stammered, but my body betrayed me, my nipples hardening under his touch.
He leaned in, his lips brushing against my ear. "Bullshit, Alli. You're soaking wet. I can smell your arousal. You want this as much as I do." His hand moved from my breast, trailing down my stomach, and slipped beneath the waistband of my yoga pants. I sucked in a sharp breath as his fingers brushed against my throbbing clit.
"See? You're already fucking soaked," he growled, his voice thick with lust.