so that I was no more than a couple of inches from the object of my desire. I touched the shaft and the heat against my hand only made me work my digits all the way from the bottom and up to the top.
I put my hands around it and pulled it up, so that I could see it in all its Glory. I knew that eventually my luck was going to run out, but this was too good to pass up. I stroked it hard, leaving behind a trail of his juices that was now collecting against his hairless balls.
It wasn’t like I wanted to have sex with him, but there was a huge part that was begging me to take it to the next level. I was struggling to find a semblance of myself, but that sexual yearning was more than I could control. It had me in its grip and it wasn’t letting go. I parted my lips with a sigh. I was powerless against the effect of this man.
I let that knob slide around in my hand. I was determined to see how he could take. I think I was daring myself to cross that line. My judgment was completely fucked up and I didn’t care
I had a moment of clarity that told me that this wasn’t right. It was like I had an angel on one side of my shoulder telling me that I should leave and not continue this insane exploration of his flesh. I also had the devil on the other shoulder, saying that I should get him off and take what was rightfully mine.
I think I would’ve gone all the way, except he shifted in his sleep and made this moan. It was then that I realized that if he had woken up, he would’ve found me with his cock in my hand. It was wrong on so many levels and I was just playing with fire. A huge part of me wanted to continue, but the other part was more pragmatic. I didn’t want to listen to it, but it was making sense.
If he were to wake up and see me in this compromising position, it would’ve been sending mixed signals. I’d already made my feelings clear, in that I wanted nothing to do with him. This would only compound the issue and make him think otherwise.
At the last second, I finally gave up my claim to him. I got back up on my feet and backed away slowly.
It took a lot of will power to leave his bedroom. I was constantly looking back at him. I could swear there was a moment there that I thought I saw a smirk on his face. Was he playing me? Did he know what I had done? If so, then it gave me more incentive to get the hell out of here.
Even as I took the stairs and opened up the hatch for the attic, I just couldn’t stop thinking about him.
I found the window and it was open. The humidity up here was something fierce and it was making my clothes stick to me like a second skin. I had my leg draped over the windowsill and I was about to lower myself down and hope that the fall was not too far.
I had one leg outside the window and then I felt like something was holding my bare toe. I began to pull and apparently I had wedged it in between two boards. It came loose with a start and I went out the window and tumbled down the incline of the roof.
I had no idea how I did it, but I was soon on my feet and literally balancing myself on the edge. I lost my balance and my feet slipped out from underneath me.
There was no way that I was going to be able to hold on. I knew that I shouldn’t have done that to him in his own bedroom. It had only distracted me and if I had not done that, I might have not slipped and was now plummeting in slow motion toward the ground.
Chapter Six
I was falling and it felt like I was moving in slow motion. The ground was getting ever closer and the impact was surely going to break every bone in my body. I think in the back of my mind that I thought this would happen eventually. I would try to escape and he would thwart my efforts, but eventually I would break free of his imprisonment and then have the rug pulled out from underneath me.
My life flashed before my eyes and I suddenly realized that I was living in a bubble. I had allowed William to hold me down and make me feel like I