BlackHeart

Chapter 6

         If I wasn't already sure that Domani De Luca was all man, then I do know now. This tall, muscular, handsome, terrifying man wasn't just gorgeous and serious, and maybe even mean. He was also fully erect in his hand and has the biggest most attractive dick I've ever seen. I shouldn't have stared at it when I walked in on something clearly not meant for me. I should've shut my eyes and apologized, or gasp, or done any normal human reaction. I didn't. 

His phone had been in one hand while he stroked himself with the other, but as soon as my figure appeared he let the phone go. But, he didn't stop working his cock. Instead his eyes snapped up to mine and they were heated, though I don't know what emotion attached. His eyes did blaze though, and we were both encapsulated in this moment. 

We both had a choice. I could've ran, but he also could've stopped. Neither of us did. Dom's dick is stiff, thick, and long. The head was swollen as his tattooed hand worked from base to tip in long smooth strokes. All while he watched me watching him. When he bit his lip my insides flooded. I truly felt my panties turn wet in seconds. 

        I've seen men, sure, but not like this. The air in my lungs ceased, and my heart beat so quickly. I've never been attracted to this. To a man pleasuring himself, but with Dom right now I could not look away. His head tipped slightly back when he started to jerk himself with more intent. My lips parted at the sight of him. I wish he was fully naked, so I could see what lay beneath. I could see his arm muscles flex in strain, and the sight was incredible. His corded forearms were visible to me and they had tattoos too. I couldn't concentrate on that. Not when Domani De Luca was stroking his cock in front of me, with his eyes on me, not on himself. 

I wanted to watch him finish. I saw the build up forming inside him by the flex of his body, the slight tipping of his hips, but then I heard the ding downstairs that told me Elio was home. 

Now I gasped and ran away. 

        It was only when I shut my own bedroom door, and slid down, that I realized the true weight of what I'd just done. Oh my god, what was I thinking?! I just watched my brother's best friend jerk off. Like an idiot little girl I gaped at his beautiful manhood like a helpless fool. He didn't stop me, but then again he never reacts to anything. Maybe he was shocked or embarrassed...no, he wasn't embarrassed. I knew he wasn't. But I was. How can I face him now? I can't. Ever! 

The gravity of this hit me with each new moment I could form thoughts. Something I hadn't been doing while standing in his open doorway, clearly. I mean...he left the door open. He can't blame me for seeing. He shouldn't have left the door open, but I also shouldn't have gone down the hall. I was told not to, by my brother, but still how could I have guessed what I'd see. 

I hate how turned on I am. Like some animal, I was flush and panting behind my locked bedroom door. I couldn't close my eyes without seeing him. His large tattooed hand stroking up and down his thick length...oh god. Sinful. Every inch of him. I can't imagine what he can do with it.

        I almost jumped out of my own skin when a knock sounded on the door. "Yeah?!" I asked too quickly. There was a seconds pause which made me incredibly nervous, until it was my brother's unassuming voice I heard. "Hey littles, I was just seeing where you were" was all he said. Without opening the door I hollered, "I made you a plate of food. It's Chinese, on the counter downstairs." He hummed in appreciation, and I heard his heavy footsteps walking back downstairs. 

Was Dom's door still open? Was he still doing...that? I couldn't leave this room tonight. I can't own up to what I did. Maybe he didn't care. Maybe he did. But I was humiliated for how I acted. How I'm still acting. My body was on fire. I was so turned on. I wanted nothing more than to run down that hall and jump on that hard body to see what he'd do with me. I can't.