Fascinating, she couldn’t help but think, pressing closer to the window.
Black, long, loose hair hung to the center of his shoulder blades and it swayed as the Ambassador made quick work of his pants, unstringing the laces with efficiency and precision.
And when he pushed them down the thick, muscled length of his thighs, when he stepped out of them, and then rose to his full height, completely and utterly naked…Lainey forgot how to breathe.
His cock was semi-erect…and rising. And thickening. It was the goddamn size of a baby’s arm and looked like there were small, round knobs lining the top and bottom of his length.
Oh my God.
Lainey was so close to the window her nose was practically pressed against the clear glass-like material that stretched across the opening. She took a deep, silent breath, nourishing her lungs with much-needed oxygen.
Her eyes flickered up to his face. He was turned so that Lainey could only see his profile and it was still much too dark to see the color of his eyes.
Her heart leaped in her throat when he turned and went to go recline on the bed against the far wall. It was piled high with furs, just like her own. And as he lay back against the cushions, Lainey saw his eyes slide shut.
For a moment, she thought he was going to sleep for the night, but then she saw his hand move and she sucked in a breath.
A beam of moonlight filtering in through the window opposite the bed illuminated his movements. Lainey felt her cheeks flush a hot, deep crimson, probably a similar color to her hair, as dawning realization washed over her.
He was masturbating.
Jerking off.
Rubbing one out.
Spanking the monkey.
And dear Lord, Lainey was watching. A regular Peeping Tom.
She never wanted to look away.
So she watched.
She watched as the nameless Ambassador—if that was even who he was—slowly began. His strong fist clenched around the base of his impossibly thick cock, his hand so big that it actually fit all the way around, and he stroked…up, down, up, down, up, down.
Lainey’s eyes were glued to his movements. Rapt. Whispers of her ragged breath fell from her lips as she spied. She shuffled a little closer, moving slowly so that she didn’t alert him to her presence.
Within a few short moments, she spied something glimmering on his cock head, lit up by the moonlight’s path. Pre-cum, she realized, but unlike anything she’d seen. It shimmered, like the inside of an abalone shell, iridescent and gleaming.
Lainey licked her bottom lip, clenching her thighs together when she felt a swift, punishing wave of sharp pleasure. The Ambassador’s chest began to rise quicker. His horns began to straighten further. His naked thighs began to tense and tighten.
Lainey sensed he was holding back. She sensed that heachedto fuck his fist, fast and hard, but he was teasing himself first, drawing out the beginning of his pleasure, inching closer and closer to the edge.
Or perhaps it was wishful thinking, her own fantasy. She’d never watched a male masturbate, except in porn. It felt…naughty. It felt surprisingly intimate.
Lainey’s fingers couldn’t help but drift down to the hem of her shirt. Underneath, she was bare, since they’d been given no undergarments to wear. She bit her lip, her nipples tingling, when the pad of her index finger brushed between her slick folds. She wassoakedfor the alien male lying back on his bed.
He groaned and she could hear it even through the closed window, though slightly dampened. That sound made her brows come together as she almost let out a strangled whimper. Her head went dizzy and she steadied herself against the wall.
God, that sound…
She wanted to hear it over and over again, preferably as she madehimcum.
Lainey shook herself. Even in the haze of her pleasure, she knew her thoughts were dangerous.
It didn’t stop her, however, from sliding a finger up her pussy as her thumb moved over her clit.
Lainey didn’t know how long she stood at that window, keeping herself on the edge of orgasm, watchinghimdo the same thing.
