Page 89 of Kiss the Villain

My eyes widen and I’m so uncertain, like I’ve never been before.

I shake my head, but Rip just keeps those killer blue eyes on me. “Come on, you can’t look at it if you don’t come closer.”

What would be the harm in just looking? Rip doesn’t seem to have a problem with me looking at it…him.

I shake my head no again but end up coming closer.

“You ready?”

My eyes lock with his. He slowly slides his boxers down and I can’t keep my gaze from dropping down.

“Oh God!” I back up immediately but Rip grabs my wrist and keeps me from moving back all the way.

“Tandy, baby, you better explain that before I get my feelings hurt…”

“It’s…It’s huge! So big! How…how do you play football with that slapping your leg.”

“Well, it’s not usually like this, sweetheart.” I look back up at him but then down again. It’s like it has some spell on me that draws my eyes to it.

“Well, sweetheart, there are two types of men. Growers and showers. Showers are the same length all the time but get harder while growers have to be turned on before they pop wood. There’s a benefit to both, but what you’ve got is a grower, baby. It means most of the time my cock isn’t saluting anybody but when I’m turned on, well, the tent is pitched.”

He surprises me by taking my hand and wrapping it and his around his length. I gasp and try to pull away.

“Don’t be afraid, baby. It won’t hurt you.”

He uses my hand to slide up and down on him before he releases me.

“Keep going. You can do whatever you want to, sweetheart. Explore. Learn.”

My hand slides up to the top of his…helmet? I’m really surprised that it’s so soft and yet so hard. How can it be both? It feels like velvet with steel underneath. Moisture gathers at the slit in the top. When I look up at him, he answers me before I can ask.

“It’s precum, baby. It’s…lube…kind of.”

“Lube?”

“It means my body is getting ready to cum and making sure everything is ready to do business.”

“You want to watch me cum, baby? Is it alright if I cum in front of you?”

I nod. I want to know what it looks like when he…releases. I kind of want to be the one causing him to cum but I shy away at the last minute and let him take over. It doesn’t take him long before he’s shooting pearlescent streams of fluid out. There is so much of it, it leaks down his hands and pools in the short, trim hair at the base of his sex. And his face…is a mask of joy and relief. His eyes are closed, his head tipped back and his big body trembling while his cock stays firm and long.

His eyes open and sear into me.

“We shouldn’t have done that! I have to go! We should…I…I’m so sorry.”

I run from the room and lock the bathroom door behind me once I'm inside. My breath is coming in long pants like I ran a marathon and I’m shaking all over. My body feels hot and…not my own. There’s a heavy feeling between my legs and I know I’m wet. The horrible thing is I’m going to have to go back out there and ask him to take me home.

Maybe next time you go exploring a human being’s body, you bring your own car, Tandy. My mind is spinning out of control. Did I take advantage of him? Did I make him do something he didn’t really want to do? I realize he was the person who took me by the hand and put it on him but what if he was in so much pain he couldn’t help himself?

A knock on the door has me giving a short soft yelp before I turn to stare at it like it’s a portal to hell.

“You okay in there, baby.”

“I…uh…yeah. I just…need a minute. Another one…minute. I need another minute and I’ll be out.”

When I finally open the door he’s back in his jeans and leaning against the opposite wall.

“Uh, I’m not…feeling well. Can you take me home, please?”