[Excerpt]:
"Does it bother you?" He asked, after an incisive moment of silence.
"Does...what bother me?" I immediately returned, unable to decipher the objective behind the closed-ended question.
"The way I stare. At you." He pondered, as his dark...
The estranged man stood beside her, managing to look everywhere else but in my direction. From his demeanor alone, it was clear that he wanted nothing to do with me. It hurt to know that things still hadn't changed much between us since the last time we'd spoken.
I thought the reality of Mrs. Franks' death would have brought us closer together, but it seemed to have only made things that much more complicated. It was hard to watch the only man I truly ever loved be paraded around by the likes of Patricia. I wondered what exactly he saw in her, given how different Patricia and I's personalities were. If she was the kind of girl he liked, then I surely couldn't be his type.
"Babe, go change into some swim trunks. I want to go swimming!" She told Kendall, as she sat down in one of the open lounge chairs and began to saturate her shiny skin with the open sunscreen bottle on the table.
"Okay." He replied, seemingly eager to leave the vicinity. As he exited the deck, I watched him head in the direction of the bedroom suites.
After a few short minutes of self-contemplating whether to go after him, I decided that this would likely be my one and only chance to get him alone while were still on the trip. I'd rightfully seize the opportunity now, rather than wait for Patricia to latch herself onto his side once again.
Excusing myself from the group, I made my way towards the main hallway. Sneaking past the open parlor where Frank, my uncle, and a few of his friends played cards, I covertly followed Kendall's singular trail. When I reached the corridor where the bedrooms were located, his and Patricia's shared room was slightly mounted open, allowing me to take a quick peak inside.
In the lavishly quaint room, Kendall stood by the bedside, hooking his fingers around a tight pair of black swim trunks. The trunks showcased his toned legs and lean physique, leading me to question when and how he'd developed such a manly body. Did he work out often?
I continued to watch, as one of his veiny hands disappeared beneath his trunks. The hand that slid into his shorts glided up and down his groin area. Silence filled the room until I faintly heard a falsetto of curse words leave his mouth. He continued the erotic hand motions, while his full lips pulled between his teeth.
As if he couldn't look any more appealing, his abs began to flex and the moisture from a buildup of sweat glistened along his rigid body. Deep moans permeated throughout the room, and his tensed biceps gave way to more unsuccessful attempts to quiet himself.
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
By the time I realized he was quite literally jerking himself off, I struggled to redeem a balance between clear shock at the raunchy spectacle and a gradual onset of arousal blooming between my legs. From afar, I envied the calculated actions of his hands, wondering what he felt like. As I embraced the role of an uninvited spectator, there was no doubt in my mind that Kendall was undeniably the sexiest man alive.
"Fuck. Shit." He repeated, as his hands showed no signs of slowing their congruent actions of probing back and forth inside his dark shorts.
The image of him in such a compromising state nurtured several unwarranted thoughts I hadn't ever felt towards a man. Yet, I also couldn't help but feel ashamed by the wrongness and immorality channeling in my head from the indecency of what I was doing. Recognizing that I had no right to intrude on such a private moment, no matter how tempting, I turned away from the door.
