bikini bottoms, and I feel filthy for watching. I’m about to turn away when her head falls back and her eyes open, scanning the garden and the neighbours before perusing my house. Fuck.
They slide past the window I’m in and flick back in shock, locking on me. She can see me. She knows I’m watching like a perv. Yet she doesn’t say anything, instead she freezes briefly before closing her eyes again and parting her legs further for him.
Dirty little girl.
Does she want me to watch? Is she teasing me? Does she like it? If the way she moans is any indication, she does. She seems wilder now that she’s aware my gaze is trained on her thrusting hips as he fucks her with his fingers. It’s over all too soon though. She moans loudly, fakely, and he pulls back with a smug look.
That fucking idiot. She faked it.
I rip myself away from the window before I storm down there and take her myself, showing him exactly what to do with a woman like that. How to make her scream, writhe, and beg for your cock. To take hours tasting her, learning her.
Heading to the shower, I strip off quickly and palm my cock, the image of her eyes on me seared into my brain.
Lexi
That night, I can’t stop thinking about the man in the next room. Tyler saw us earlier, I know it. My boyfriend’s dad saw us messing around, and fuck, it had me wetter than I’d ever been. I could feel his eyes on me as I fucked his son’s fingers, wishing they were his. Imagining they were.
Justin snores and flips over as I lie on my back, my thighs clenched as I visualise sneaking into the next room and waking his dad with my mouth on his cock. I can’t get him out of my head. It’s been a month since I met him, and every goddamn time I convince myself it’s all in my head, that he’s not that hot. That it was the wine or the food and my reaction wasn’t real.
Yet my need for him gets stronger each time.
I imagine him fucking me, his arrogant mouth on my pussy. It’s gotten so bad that when Justin and I fuck, I have him do me from behind so I can pretend it’s his dad’s hands digging into my hips and his breath in my ear as he drives into me. But then it’s over too quickly and I’m left wet and wanting, wondering if his dad would make me come.
Turning my head to see Justin, I check that he’s still asleep, his blond haired tousled. He looks nothing like his father. When I first saw him, I thought he was cute…but his dad. His dad is like a fucking aged wine, better with time.
Licking my lips, I roll my head away and close my eyes, trying to force myself to sleep. It’s no use. My mind flashes back to those dark eyes locked on my body, the way I could feel his gaze burning a path across my skin as I put on a show for him. Did he like it?
Did he touch himself?
Biting my lip to contain my moan, I glide my hand silently across my thigh, parting them slightly as I slip my fingers into my panties, finding myself wet.
Shit.
I stop and suck in a breath. This is twisted, Lexi, even for you. I force my thoughts away, but just as easily as I do, they come back. I visualise those dark hands parting my thighs and that sinful mouth closing on my pussy like he owns it. Arching up slightly, I curl my finger around my clit, imagining it’s his tongue.
His thick fingers trace down my lips and part them to reveal me to his hungry gaze. Trailing my fingers down, I slide one and then another inside me, gasping at the stretch. My heart thunders. If Justin wakes up now, if he sees me… If he knew I was touching myself over his dad…
The thought makes me hotter, and I kick off the covers slightly, widening my thighs as I raise my hips to meet my fingers, setting a quick, hard rhythm. It would be dirty and quick, his skilful mouth and fingers demanding my release. I’m so close…when Justin’s snores stop. Eyes flaring open, I yank my fingers away and turn my head to meet his gaze as he blinks the sleep away.