The Contract

Chapter 41

Donovan's place was still as glamorous as I remember it being, with expensive pieces of artwork and furniture that looked like it was worth millions.

Setting the boxes down, I can't help but feel out of place in his house, everything screamed Donovan Steele, his place wasn't welcoming, yet it had this vibe about it that pulled me in, and of course, had me curious.

I didn't get a chance last time, but now I'm alone and have a chance to look at his place properly, I mean... technically I live here now, It's not that weird, right?

First I walk up to where I remember his bedroom being, up the spiral stairs with the glass windows surrounding the area of his bedroom, that hovers over the living room, when I open the door I see that everything is spotless and clean, just as I expected.

He's a billionaire, he probably has a butler or cleaning services at his back and call.

Opposite the master suite, his room, was another room, and because Donovan wasn't here to show me around, I helped myself and opened the door, and inside made me grin.

Boxes, labeled, 'Evan kitchen' or 'Evan clothes' were scattered throughout the room, and inside the room had a double bed and a walk-in closet that had its doors open.

It was obviously better than whatever I was used to, having had no money for the longest time, I grew frugal and rarely spent money on furniture, but Donovan has money he can burn if he wanted to.

I leave the guest room and walk into Donovan's room, instantly feeling warm when I sit on the edge of his king-sized bed, looking around his room for the first time ever, unsure where to look first as everything is interesting.

Laying back I let out a sigh and close my eyes, the scent of Donovan from his bed makes me groan, it's so strong, almost like he was right next to me, smelling amazing...

I wonder what he uses to smell that good?

My cock starts to grow at the thought of smelling like him whenever I was working or apart from him, making me grow horny at the thought of just walking around like him, teasingly driving me insane.

What the fuck Evan... now who's the pervert?

I check the time and see it's not even 5 PM, and Donovan said he would be late... that leaves me with nothing to do, in this massive place, completely alone, and horny.

"Fucking hell."

I unzip my pants and kick them off, and then move to lay on his bed, lifting his pillow to smell it as his scent hits me like a wave, making my cock swell painfully hard in my boxers.

Ever since this morning... fuck, I've been so on edge because of what he did, I couldn't relax since, wanting to feel him deep inside of me, his hands on my body, his eyes... just on me, his voice in my ear.

I grab my cock from my boxers and start stroking myself, picturing his mouth licking my erection as he did in his car, his eyes never leaving mine as I cum all over the handsome face I like so much.

The thought of touching his wide muscled chest as he hovers over me, saying my name... his deep voice sending shivers down my spine to my toes, making them curl with how hot his breath is on my skin.

I'm close... so fucking close, and I want nothing more than to have him here right now, to take control, loving the thought of being beneath him, him telling me what to do.

His deep voice rumbles as he lets out a groan in my ear... his hot breath as he cums inside of me,  the image sends me over the edge just picturing him, my body starts shaking as I bite down on my lip hard.

I force open my eyes and cum into my hand, breathing heavily.

Getting up, I walk to the bathroom, feeling gross for just jerking off to Donovan, knowing that if he found me pleasuring myself to him, I'd never hear the end of it, in fact, Donovan would probably make me do it in front of him, just to mess with me.

Making it to the bathroom, I hear the front door downstairs, making me completely freeze.

"Evan?" His deep voice calls out, making me curse under my breath.

Fuck, fuck fuck.

I clean my hands quickly and then start the large walk-in shower opposite me as I shove off my clothes, to make it look like I was getting ready for a shower, and not just thinking of him.

"I-I'm in the shower!" I yell out, closing the door quietly behind me, as I hear footsteps coming up the stairs.

I walk into the shower just as the door opens, and in walks Donovan, with a buttoned-down shirt and rolled-up sleeves, his eyes landing on my clothes on the floor, then me in the shower with raised brows.

"Welcome home." I greet him casually, despite freaking out inside. "How was work?"

Donovan starts unbuttoning his shirt, a hungry look in his eye as he stares at me naked, and wet in the shower.

"Long." He simply says, taking off his belt. "I couldn't concentrate."

The air turns thick with sexual tension, making my heart beat faster than before.

I hum, swallowing deeply, rubbing soap over me as Donovan is fully naked, looking like a greek god from a magazine stepping out of it and praising my presence with his, almost making me drool at how sexy and toned his body is.

Stepping into the shower with me, he pulls me closer to him as his hand grabs my ass, and squeezes it tightly. "I thought of nothing but you all day." He mumbles out against my skin, his wet lips touching my shoulder.

"I couldn't take it anymore, so I left early."

Holy.. shit, it shouldn't have... but his words make my legs grow weak, knowing that I wasn't the only one, but he was also thinking of me.

Admiring his body, I reach out and touch his wide chest, perfect and... kissable, I lean forward and do something I've never done before, I kiss him first, on his chest, making Donovan jolt as my lips touch his skin.

Donovan pulls my head back and slams his lips against mine, knocking the wind out of me as he hungrily kisses my lips as he pushes me against the wall of the shower, his leg trapping me in the middle of my legs as his hands hold me still on either side of my face.

I'm hard... so hard it hurts, even though I just came, I want more, before he's finally here, and the real thing beats my imagination any day, when it's Donovan, you don't wish for anything else.

"Touch me." He demands before he moves his tongue inside my mouth, making me moan out needily.

I do as he says and stroke his long, thick, and very hard erection, wrapping my hands around his heavy cock, doing my best to please him as his lips hungrily devour me, making me almost feel drunk with lust as he rubs his body against mine.

"Turn around." Donovan pants out, his eyes staring deeply into mine. "Now."

Oh, fuck...