Chapter 10: Ruger

Chapter Ten

Ruger

I want to see her naked so fucking badly. I don’t know how I plan to do it, but I know I won’t be able to sleep unless I empty my balls. I don’t know what it is about her. All I can see are her calves — which are smooth and dark brown. She has sexy ass feet. I could pop one of her toes in my mouth and suck on them until she came.

Her hair isn’t just pretty. It’s gorgeous. I want to touch her hair. Really badly. She just makes me hard. Confused. Angry. She’s right. I need to take a shower.

“Undress me,” I tell her, my heart racing. It’s all part of my plan. I don’t know if she’ll see right through my efforts to get her begging for me, or if maybe she doesn’t feel any attraction at all. That would be… wrong. Too much for me to handle. Zayna’s expression when I ask her to undress me just confuses me further. I can’t tell if she’s genuinely angry, or if she just thinks it’s the right choice.

“I need to dress first,” she says artfully. “And I don’t need an audience.”

“What if I begged?”

“I’m not a zoo animal for you to gawk at.”

“What type of dumb fuck asks a zoo animal for permission?”

She gives me a look that says I’m lucky there aren’t any sharp objects within arms’ reach. But my point still stands. I’m behaving with the utmost respect and she still acts like I’ve pinned her down and finger-fucked her.

“Ruger…”

Holy shit. The way she says my name isn’t helping. I glare at her, hoping if I act just a little mean, this little brat will comply.

“I just need help.”

“You let me change in peace, I’ll undress you.”

I watch her chest heave nervously. She can’t hide some of her more subtle reactions to me. But she gets me so damn hard… My dick is completely out of control. But what she just did was give me an opportunity to get a little closer to what I want. So I nod.

“I’ll let you get dressed in peace, little brat. But when I get back here, I need your help.”

“Out.”

I step out of the bathroom and press my back against the door. And wait. I have never been this excited in my goddamn life. I feel so weak for her. So fucking weak.

And I wonder if I ever loved Darlene, or anyone else, because what I feel for Zayna already has me completely fucked up. Her covering up won’t change what happens when I get back in that bathroom. I can hear her quiet footsteps as she slips into those sweatpants. I imagine her lifting that big mass of curls out of the way to get the shirt over her head and my dick threatens to escape from my pants again.

I can’t help myself. As Zayna dresses on one side of the door, I get naked. Completely buck naked. The shock of the situation will make Zayna a lot more compliant. Quietly, I remove each item of clothing, taking my socks off last and then pressing my ear to the bathroom door desperate to investigate Zayna’s every movement.

“Are you decent?”

She sighs. “Yes. But I’m not going to watch you get naked.”

I swing the door open. Zayna yelps. I would be offended, but her eyes drop straight between my legs after that dramatic ass yelp. This woman. She can’t help herself. (Of course she can’t.) Her eyes drop straight to my dick and when her hands jump to her face, she covers her mouth and not her eyes. It’s hard to hold back my joy.

Not like I’m holding back much of it.

“Your penis is out,” Zayna says slowly, staring at my raging hard dick like it’s a cobra ready to strike and not just… me. Having an experience in front of her.

If she could hide her terror before, she can’t now. Christ, I’m not gonna fuck her with it while I smell like pig shit and highway tar. I take a step towards Zayna and shut the bathroom door behind me. She nearly lands ass first in the toilet bowl, but stabilizes herself against the shower door — eyes still fixed on my dick like she can get it to go down with mind control.

Not fucking likely.

“I’m taking a shower. I need to get my dick out.”

“I-I can see it.”

“I’ll get right past you,” I tell her, moving in closer to Zayna. She shudders, and I feel her tiny quaking beneath her fresh clothes as I flip the toilet lid down, my arm crossing her torso to do it. When I regain my footing and swing the shower door open, Zayna runs her tongue over her lips and finally looks me in the eye.

Angry. Again.

“You’re sick in the head,” she says.

“You’re the one staring at my dick.”

“I was not staring at your dick,” she says, lying through her teeth right in front of me and betraying an extremely obvious tell that she could have kept to herself if she had it in her to admit the truth.

“I think you were. I think you never saw a big white dick before. So you were having a look.”

“You are disgusting.”

But her gaze darts to my dick for a split second as she says it. I think if she found me disgusting, she would be screaming and scratching at me. Clawing my fucking eyes out. Not taking secret glances at my dick as it oozes with desire for her.

“You’re the one getting me hard and being dirty.”

“How am I being dirty?”

Zayna’s so on edge that she falls for my obvious bait. I knew this shit would work.

“You’re looking at my dick. Thinking about how it’s big. White. Covered in green veins.”

“That’s disgusting.”

“You’re still looking.”

I turn the shower back on. She doesn’t just look at my dick this time. I catch her getting a full view of my ass too.

“Isn’t that why you trapped me in here with your naked mole rat looking ass?”

“What’s a naked mole rat?”

“Never mind,” she mutters. “It’s just my luck you haven’t finished high school. Ironic, really.”

“What does that mean?”

“I’ll just stop talking.”

Our eyes meet. She leans against the wall, not even hiding that she’s looking at me this time. I can’t tell if she’s given up, or if she’s playing some type of game. I don’t think this Zayna woman is stupid. She’s definitely fucked up, though. I was an Army Ranger. I’ve seen lots of shit, and plenty of people who have seen hell too. They get a look to them. You can tell other people who have been through the same shit from their eyes.

No other way to explain it but we can look into each other’s souls.

Zayna crosses her arms over her chest, confirming my suspicions that she’s hiding something dark. Something that makes her stare at my dick instead of making an attempt on my life. By the end of the night, she still might try that. But not now, which is important information.

“You can talk if you want,” I tell her, stepping beneath the water and letting it run over my body. Zayna tries to stop me from hearing her breath catch as she watches me get all wet for the first time. It’s obvious now that she’s seen me naked that she shares my strange fucked up attraction but…

Unlike me, she’s in denial.

No point in me denying a fucking thing. My dick has been rock hard from the second I took a proper look at this woman’s face.

And it’s been a long time for me.

My wife was in prison.

I never stepped out on her. Not once. I was loyal until her dying breath. But I knew once I got the first wave of bad news I would have to move on. With Zayna… it feels like it would be easy. I could lose all the bad memories by ripping every shred of clothing off this woman’s body and sliding my dick into her.

I could fuck every last ounce of the past away.

Build something with her.

It’s just a fantasy. But it’s working on me. Getting me even harder as I lather up with some of that fancy soap stuff I use to wash my hair. I can feel her eyes on me and it feels good to have somebody appreciating my body. Even if she’ll look me in the eye and lie about it.

“I have nothing to talk about,” Zayna says.

“You could tell me a story.”

She giggles. I don’t think I’ve ever heard her giggle, but that’s how I would describe her laugh. She has a tough ass personality, but that soft giggle. I told myself I wouldn’t be like the others. That there was a reason for all the shit we believe.

Tamiya has nearly scratched my eyes out a few too many times… I’m getting soft. Not my dick unfortunately, but another part of me that I promised nobody would ever touch again.

“A story?” Zayna says after giggling. “What, like the Fox & The Scorpion?”

“No,” I reply, because I don’t need her making fun of me for all of her school opinions. “Where’d you come from?”

“Can’t you tell?”

“New York?”

“No.”

“I can’t tell.”

“Massachusetts.”

“Is that in Boston?”

Heat courses through me as she gets quiet. She does that thing everybody does when they think you’re stupid as fuck. You don’t drop out of high school without learning every goddamn sign, signal and turn of phrase that means somebody thinks you’re dumb as shit.

“Why did you leave Massachusetts?” I ask her.

She shrugs. “I got tired of it.”

Lie. I watched her ass lie before and she has the same goddamn tell. I pretend I don’t notice it through the shower glass. But I do. There’s not a single detail about Zayna I’m interested in allowing to slip through my fingers.

“Ain’t it pretty over there?” I ask her casually.

“Yes. It’s the most beautiful state in America.”

Okay, that’s bullshit.

“What’s so funny?”

“Have you ever been to Utah?”

“No.”

“Then you don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“I don’t need to see a bunch of sister wives. I’m good.”

“What did you do in Massachusetts?”

She shifts uncomfortably. Which is just fine. I squirt another handful of my fancy soap on my hands and move on from my hair to the rest of my body, carefully avoiding my dick until Zayna answers my question. I know she’s still looking.

“What do you mean by that?”

“It’s what people ask. Your job. Did you work at a titty bar or something?”

“That has racial undertones.”

Here we go again. Unfortunately, unlike in the rest of the world, accusing me of being a racist can’t actually stop me from questioning her.

“If you answered me, I wouldn’t have had any undertones.”

Again, my hand carefully avoids my dick. But I’m teasing her. Threatening to touch it. Which I have to, in order to get it clean. But it’s obviously a small act that can escalate into something else.

“I was a teacher,” she says. “Don’t gasp in surprise that a black woman can actually read.”

For that little comment, I allow my hand to run along the length of my shaft and then I grab onto my cock with a firm grip and move my hand slowly and more purposefully, looking Zayna right in the eye.

“You’re clearly very smart,” I tell her. “I’m not surprised at all that you were a teacher.”

I start stroking my dick right in front of her with slow, smooth strokes. I feel like I’m about to cum just watching her gawk at me. Terror. Surprise. But she can’t help that it makes her a little horny too. Zayna’s face glazes over with the sheer impact of her emotional confusion.

“Ruger…” she stammers out, unable to drop her gaze or hide her true fascination with me.