I hold my breath when he reappears a few minutes later, wearing only a towel casually draped over the lower half of his body. His skin glistens, still slightly wet from the obvious shower, his muscles twitching as he moves. My stomach churns. It’s like I know something big is about to happen, but I’m not sure what. It’s the same feeling you get when your team comes from nowhere at the very last second to score the winning goal. I tense, biting my lip as his fingers unravel the edge of the towel. When he flicks it off and turns around to face the window, I lower my gaze and…
Oh. My. God.
Holy fucking crap. Sweet motherfucking Jesus.
That is one huge dick. God, I didn’t think they made them that big.
It’s big, Kayla. Trust me. I have enough experience with what comfortably fits inside my vagina to know a big dick when I see one.” I cringe at how that came out like I have an array of items entering my vagina.
Thank God, Dad is out tonight.
“So, are we talking a carrot or a squash?” she teases. “Because I’m guessing that’s where you’re experience lies.”
“If a carrot were fifteen inches long and as thick as my arm, then yes, a carrot would be comparable,” I snap. “Forget I called you,” I mutter, hating the sound of her high-pitched giggle.
Just like every other time, he walks over to the window. Only this time he stands there, deliberately staring directly into my room. My heart thumps as he slowly unbuttons his shirt and peels it from his muscular chest. Holy mother of God. I clasp my hands together, shaking like a leaf.
I have to sit down on the bed to stop myself collapsing. He stands in front of the window, semi-naked, his hands creeping down toward his belt. I can barely breathe as he unbuckles it, and then gently lowers his zip. He shrugs his pants down and kicks them aside.
“Anna, have you seen my—” The door swings open. “Fuck,” Dad growls.
Panicked, I sit upright and glare at him, my eyes wide. “Dad, you can’t just walk in here like that,” I gasped, rushing to cover myself up. “What if I was doing something you weren’t supposed to see?”
“You mean like fucking my best friend?” he roars. Oh, shit. I glance next to me and glare at Nick, who is just waking up. He sees Dan, and his eyes widen. He jumps up.
“Jesus fucking Christ, put some pants on before you injure someone with that thing,” Dad growls, looking away