My Little Demon (boyxboy)

Chapter 9

I giggled over his shoulder as he jogged towards the bathroom door. He grabbed the glass handle and whipped the door open. The back of the door slammed against the wall, making a loud crashing noise.

“Sorry” He muttered under his breath.

I laughed again and he slapped my bottom. I yelped and slapped his back lightly, pouting. He set me down onto my feet.

“It’s huge!” He looked around amazed.

“That’s what she said!” I mumbled under my breath, not sure if he could hear me.

He slapped the back of my head.

“Your, like, 300 years old and I’m more mature than you are!”

I shook my head and walked over to the luxurious Jacuzzi looking bathtub and turned the water on. I took off my loafers and socks, putting them both in the corner. I loosened my tie, and pulled it off throwing it with my shoes. I hummed to myself and activated the slow jets, I could feel his eyes focusing on my body. Shivers ran up my spine and I focused on the steam rising from the water.

I slowly built up the courage to look at him. I turned around and instantly met his deep mysterious colored eyes. I could feel the energy floating from his body. It was calling me in. His want. His need. His desire.

I could feel it. I wanted it. I needed it. He kicked off his sneakers and swept them to the side, with his socks. Without breaking our gaze, he started unbuttoning his slacks and slowly pulled down his zipper. He let his pants drop to his ankles, showing me his navy blue boxer briefs. I could see the outline of his manhood. My cheeks lit up like flames. My eyes crept down to his thick muscular thighs. He wasn’t hairy and he wasn’t pale, I noted to myself. He was a lovely tan color, unlike myself.

He stepped out of his slacks and kicked them to his sneakers. He broke eye contact, pulling his shirt over his head. I was in a trance. His chest…His chest. He was built. Not too overly muscular, but he had a lovely six pack and toned pecks. My eyes drifted down his stomach, to his hips. My eyes landed and the sensual v shape that connects his torso to his hips. My eyes landed back to his body sculpting underwear. I quickly tore my eyes away and turned my attention to the tub, turning off the water. I could see the water rolling. I turned back to Mason.

“I want to undress you.” He said, catching my gaze.

“Y-your going in like that?”

“No. I want you to finish undressing me.” Desire was embedded into his voice.

“Undress me first!” I whimpered, heat enveloping me.

He stumbled closer and stopped in front of me, so close that I could feel his body heat. His energy was like an electric shock through my spine. I clenched my eyes shut and Mase’s warm hands fell to my hips, playing with the hem of my shirt before slipping it off my shoulders.

My chest tightened as goose bumps spread like wild fire across my upper body. His hands went back to my hips and he started rubbing up my sides. I put my hands on his naked chest, and then slowly slid them down stopping at his well toned stomach. I looked up at his deep brown-green eyes and bit my lip, fangs extending.