Chapter 3
Fuck this teenager thinking he can speak to me anyhow just because I'm married to his damned father.
'Mate sure has a bad way with words, but he's still our mate.'
Chels sighed, infuriating me more. I kicked her to the back of my mind and shut the connection.
I know how much she hates it when I shut her out, but I had to do that, to teach the damned wolf a lesson.
I arranged all the things I needed for dinner. As a side dish, I might make fries or chicken steak. This way, we can enjoy it as we converse.
We, as in Gordon and I. I didn't include his son because I don't think it's necessary.
It didn't take me long to prepare everything. I switched the gas off before I proceeded with the desserts. The ice cream cake is in the fridge. However, I want to make some fruit salad. As today is Friday, Gordon and I have this ritual of having a movie night.
I went to get one of the fruit cutters and a juice squeezer machine from the cupboard below. I rummaged in the cupboard until I found what I was looking for. However, the moment I rose, I noticed a presence behind me.
Standing by the door is none other than Gordon's son with his eyes fixed on my butt. I jumped back when I realized he must have seen my red panties!
From this position, it's not difficult for anyone to see because of how I bent when I was looking for those machines.
His eyes slowly crawled up my body until it got to my face. "Bitch!" He muttered before he turned and left the kitchen, making sure to bang the door behind him.
I stared at the door as I wondered what he was doing in the kitchen. Had he been here all along? Staring at me.
I didn't dwell much on that as I continued with the task at hand. I finished everything before I put the squeezed juice and the fruit salad in the fridge.
Gordon wasn't through with his work yet. That was why I decided to go upstairs to rest a bit. His son isn't in the parlour; so there is a high chance he either went for a walk or he's back in his room.
I climbed the stairs two at a time, eager to have a bath and change out of my clothes. I got to the door of my room and made to open it, but the loud music coming from his room caused me to pause.
Why is he playing his music this loud? Does he want to scare our neighbours -the birds- away? I strode towards his room, to ask him to keep it down.
I know he might likely not listen to me, but I'm determined to get him to do that. It doesn't hurt to try, does it?
I knocked on his door but got no reply. Out here, the music is loud; so I figured it would probably be louder in there. That was why he didn't hear my knocks.
I knocked once more on the door, and when he didn't open it, I slowly placed my hand on his doorknobs. I took a deep, steady breath before I pushed the door, only to stop dead in my tracks at the sight in front of me.
He sat on his bed, with his legs spread. However, that wasn't what shocked me.
He's naked!
A dragon tattoo curved on his stomach, with the tail curled on his neck. There is also one of a raven, next to the dragon.
My eyes went lower, and I gulped as I finally understood why he had his music on the loudspeaker.
My sanity asked me not to look, but I couldn't stop my eyes. It immediately went to his hands, which he had wrapped around his cock. My eyes almost boggled out of their sockets at the sight of the mesmerizing dick.
My breathing picked up as I watched him. He had his head thrown back, and his eyes tightly closed as he groaned. I licked my bottom lips, already aroused by the sight in front of me.
Goddess.
I tightly gripped the doorknob as I watched him.
His muscles bulged with each move. The tattoos on his body glittered, making him look like an actor under the moonlight.
He rubbed his thumb on the tip of his shaft before he slowly ran his hand up and down it. He widened his legs as his pace increased.
I felt a wetness on my panties as I watched him. My pussy clenched, eager for some action.
Against my better judgement, I slipped my finger into my pussy and started stroking it.
I slid two fingers into my wet, moist pussy as I watched him. Sweat trickled down his body, giving me this strong urge to close the distance and lick those off him.
As he increased his pace, I did the same, rubbing my thumb on my clit as I tried to match his pace. With a groan, he orgasmed. Just at the same time, I slid three fingers into my pussy. I had to bite down on my lower lip to stop a moan as I slowly turned to look at his body.
A gasp escaped my throat when I realized he had stopped what he was doing, and was now looking at me.
Shocked, I slid my fingers out of my pussy and banged the door before I ran straight into my room with my heart beating wildly in my chest.