I let myself into his house with Shayla’s key, for the second time, and stole in through the back door. Only when I saw the glow on the alarm panel in the dark did it occur to me to think about the alarm. Luckily, it wasn’t activated. My heart was beating up in my throat and I swallowed thickly. The rush of adrenalin—the thought of getting caught; call that another kink—just made me hotter. My hands were shaking, I was so aroused as I shut the door behind me.
I stood in the dark, listening, as my pulse thrummed through my body, spurring me on.
Silence.
I eased into the kitchen. A strip of lighting under the upper cupboards cast a soft glow across the countertops. I stole across to the floating stairs at the edge of the living room and peered up. Dim light. Silence. He was up in his bedroom, for sure.
What if he has someone up there?
Typical; Mean Me had reared her annoying head, trying to ruin this for me. I was divorcing her for sure.I don’t need you anymore,I told her.Niceness for the win.
No. He didn’t have someone up there.
He said it was about trust.
So, trust him.
I looked around. I wanted to spread myself over his kitchen island and go to town.
But that seemed especially unsanitary.
Actually, I wanted to creep upstairs and peep through the crack in his door, watching as he played with his dick for like an hour. I wanted to watch him stroke himself slowly until he came, jacking into the air. Then I wanted to crawl in there and lick it off his body.
The idea of creeping up there and finding him touching himself made me quiver with excitement.
I tiptoed into the sunken living room instead and went searching for the security camera. Now that I knew there was one, it wasn’t hard to spot. In the corner, next to one of his sleek speakers. It seemed to be aimed directly into the middle of the room, where the big sectional sofa was.
I peeled off his T-shirt. I listened again. There was no sound from upstairs.
The sectional smelled faintly of him as I sank onto it; cologne and his warm male musk, like sex and scotch and coffee and his cedar sauna all rolled into one. It made me melt. I laid his shirt down to protect the sofa in case I gushed like a waterfall—I would—and laid back on it, naked.
My heart was pounding out of my chest. It was all I could hear in my ears, my own raging heartbeat. I was naked on Johnny’s couch, right in front of his camera, and I was so worked up about it… by the time I actually touched myself, my pussy was swollen and hypersensitive.
Would he get a notification that the camera had picked up movement or something?
God, I hoped so.
And dear God, Shayla, please be right about Lamar.
I did a little prayer that Johnny’s bodyguard wasn’t the one watching this right now.
Then I went to town with Johnny, the toy version. I took my time, trying to vividly imagine Johnny—the real version—jacking himself off, bringing himself to orgasm while he thought about me, as I panted, pleasuring myself—
“Angeline.”
I stopped, still panting audibly, as I opened my eyes. Johnny had walked into the room, and he’d definitely caught me in the act.
There was the instinctual urge to jump out of my skin and cover myself, of course—I wasn’t a total lunatic—but what I actually did was freeze and start praying that he strode over and told me I was a naughty, dirty little slut while his eyes told me to keep going.
My face flushed with heat as I did nothing. I just lay there, with my legs spread and my big black pleasure toy lodged deep, breathing heavily and sweating.
“What are you doing?” he said softy, but his voice said he already knew. He already saw. He floated closer, his eyes caressing my body in the semi-dark. By the time he’d reached the sofa, I’d slipped the toy out and started to scramble up.
“I’m sorry,” I said, but I wasn’t. I crawled up on my knees, kneeling naked on the sofa in front of him. I peered up at him, hoping he wanted what he saw.
My eyes dragged over him, hungrily. He wore satiny-soft pajama pants slung low on his hips and nothing else, and his dick looked big, semi-hard, draped in the fabric. His sculpted abs were right in my face. I wanted to lick him.
I wanted to fuck him.
