And the way he wraps his hand around his cock, slowly jacking himself off, has an instant effect on me, slick pooling as my blood rushes straight to my core.
The deep throb is impossible to ignore and needs sating.
I can’t look away.
I should. But goddamn, there’s no way in fucking hell I will.
Slinking back into the shadows, I sit down on the floor and rest against the wall. My hands go straight into the drawer where I stashed my collection of vibrators and toys.
He steals all my attention.
Honestly, the apartment could be burning down and I doubt I’d notice.
All that matters is following his lush, sensual peak. The soft buzz of my rabbit joins my panting. At the first tease of the silicone head over my eager pussy, the moan I make is loud enough to wake the dead.
I swear I see a smile dance over his mouth, but he also starts working his length faster. And harder.
Of course, his cock is as stunning as he is—thick and long and getting harder by the look of it.
As I slide the rabbit deeper, my finger slips on my gathering slick, and I have to glance away to find the button to make the fluttering start. When I find it, the added sensation against my clit makes the throbbing heat start to blaze. Then I focus on him again.
He’s beating his dick in a rhythm that makes his muscles ripple. His mouth hangs open, and I can only imagine the noises he’s making. Sitting up, I jam a pillow between my legs to hold the vibrator as deep as it will go before I grind myself over my setup, my fingers squeezing my nipples.
“Come on, give me what I want,” I whine encouragingly, though it comes out like a strange garbled groan.
And another smile transforms his face.
God, I want to watch his face when he comes—he’s breathtaking now, but witnessing him lost to the throes of his climax… I’m pretty sure my heart would stop. I want to see his orgasm shooting out of his cock too.
Decisions, decisions.
Watching his cock wins out.
As he moves to rearrange himself, his hand slaps up higher against the window, giving me an unhindered view, and my god, it’s a glorious sight. I try to hold off coming, but I don’t think anything in this world would stop me from getting off while watching him.
My moan is offensively loud as my orgasm overtakes everything, stealing my sight. I blink furiously, clearing the fuzziness from my eyes, riding my pillow, chasing more of the same release. And it happens the second I see him blow.
His orgasm sprays the window. His fist thumps the glass each time he unloads, and I somehow feel the vibration. It islike a soft, whispered caress, coaxing my pleasure to soak the cushion.
I ride the high, grinding myself slowly to a stop.
“Fucking hell.” I laugh softly, stunned at my own audaciousness—and the buzz I got from watching him so intently.
Until he looks up and pins me silent with a smirk that would have me slapping his face if he was in front of me.
He knew I was watching.
He proves it too, mouthing a “thank you, baby” my way before he flicks the come off his hand and saunters out of view.
The shock of being caught has me not moving an inch. There’s no noise except for the ringing humiliation in my ears.
But I’m achin up, tits outkind of girl, and at the end of the day, it’s not the worst thing that could happen.
Sure, it’s embarrassing, but it’s also a good story to tell.
Though, I’m not sure who I’d ever tell.
My thoughts drift to the pretty epic orgasms we shared as I start cleaning up. I manage to stare into my eyes in the mirror and only suffer through a small wave of mortification after I clean my vibrator, throwing it on charge and having another quick shower.
