Page 5 of Just Watch Me

The rumble in my stomach rivaled the tug in my balls. Time to make up my mind. Be boring Jesse, who shoved my blinds closed and did not open them until one of us moved out, or enjoy the show from the ridiculously gorgeous guy. Anxiety nipped at the edges of my mind like an aggressive chihuahua.Why me? Is he that bored?I squashed that train of thought because it only traveled to dark places.

A shiver raced down my spine, but I couldn’t be sure if it was from my nerves or the open fridge. Sucking in a deep breath through my nose, I closed my fridge door and mustered every atom of bravery I’d ever had andwouldhave. I walked to my bed, gripped my towel, and tossed it to the ground. When I finally turned toward him, I found him grinning at me.

He licked his lips then climbed a bit farther back on his bed and propped his heel on the edge.

I mirrored his position but didn’t do anything.

My neighbor slowly dragged his palm down his chest, stopping to tweak his nipple then continuing over his stomach and to his dick. He wrapped his long fingers around it and slowly stroked.

Can I do this? Do I want to?Despite the distance between us, the heat in his eyes was unmistakable. That went a long way to quell my anxiety. Still, I couldn’t believe what I was doing. Not looking away from him, I licked my palm and gripped myself, hissing at the instant relief.

He bit his bottom lip as he ran his thumb over the crown of his dick.

I wanted my mouth around it, wanted it inside of me. Odds were, I would collapse under regret the moment I came, so I needed to make the most of it.

He put on a show of pleasuring himself with leisurely strokes, short and fast ones, hard pulls.

I’d never been more turned on in my life. Without overthinking it, I sucked on my finger and teased my hole. The angle was awkward, with most of my weight resting back on my left hand on the bed while my right got to play. It would be easier if I lay back, but then I wouldn’t get to watch him.

He stared at me like he was ready to jump through his window and into my place. Something was so unbelievably sexy about the anonymity of what we were doing. Despite being neighbors, I didn’t know a thing about him, not even his name. Well, except for part of his routine, the way he smelled, his rough voice, and how hot he looked when he came. I didn’t know anything that mattered.

I pushed my finger in as far as I could from that angle and sucked in a breath at the dry rub. It felt so damn good. For a few minutes, I lost myself to the sensory overload of stretching my hole while watching my neighbor alternate strokes on his cock like he wanted to draw it out.

But I couldn’t wait any longer. I needed to come more than I needed my next breath.If my ex could see me now. Not so vanilla after all, eh?

In the silence of my apartment, all I heard was my heavy breathing and the rub of skin on skin as I began stroking myself again. Our pace synced like we’d been doing it for months. The tingle in my gut signaled my looming release. My toes curled as I tightened my grip. I tugged on my balls with my free hand, working my core overtime to stay in the position.

I took my visual fill of him. His cock, his toned torso, the ink across his shoulders, his muscular arms, gorgeous brown eyes. When he nodded once at me, I came and came and came some more. It hit my damn chin.

His O-face the other night was nothing like this time. His eyes fell closed for a moment as his mouth curled into a soft smile. When he tipped his head back, the urge to suck his Adam’s apple overcame me.Where the hell did that come from?Watching a couple of orgasms had turned me into a horndog.

My nerve began to wane but before it completely fucked off to France for a holiday, I waited until his gaze was on me once again. I dipped my index and middle finger through a puddle of come on my stomach and stared at him as I brought my fingers to my mouth and sucked them clean.

No shame, dismissiveness, or regret filled his stare. He smiled at me, wide and open, sated, happy. After winking at me, he stood.

Did that just happen? Holy shit.I stared at his muscular legs and the sweet curve of his ass as he walked to his bathroom.

As soon as he was out of sight, all my bravado left with him. I grabbed the towel and quickly wiped the come off me, then used it to cover my softening dick as I hurried to close my blinds. Neither of us needed a post-sex staring contest. If I left them open, he would probably think I expected him to interact with me or something. We’d shared a few hot minutes. That was it.

That had to be a one-off, a fevered moment where I wasn’t myself. I was supposed to be boring, bland, Jesse—a guy who didn’t do stuff like that. A voice deep inside me said,But what if I want to?

CHAPTER5

“Someone got laid last night.” Chad raised his hand for a high five.

Hard pass.I left him hanging. I’d woken up to an extra pep in my step that morning, but that pep had been firmly eradicated.Thanks, Chad.“Excuse me?”

Chad waggled his eyebrows. “You’ve got that look about you. Was she good?”

I ground my teeth together. “She?”

“Ooh, she was hot, wasn’t she? Big rack?” Chad leaned against our cubicle entrance.

The experience with my neighbor last night had unlocked a whisper of something in me. My patience with Chad wore thin. It was one thing to rope me into doing two people’s jobs and push me hard to finish projects ahead of deadlines, but to assume I was straight and act crass enough to debrief with a guy I didn’t give two shits about, no way.

“What makes you think it was a woman?” I turned back to my computer and willed my heart rate to calm.

“Excusez-moi,” Chad said in a haughty voice. He stood. “Don’t forget about the meeting with the new consultants,” he said in his normal, extremely aggravating, dismissive tone.

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