Page 3 of Glory Hole

“Oh, sweet baby Jesus.”

I watch like a deranged peeping Tom, pressing my eye socket to the wall like a suction cup, trying to get closer and wishing by sheer mental fortitude I could turn this wall into a transporter from Star Trek and magically shimmer to the other side.Beck stretches and turns from side to side in all his naked perfection, muscle and sinew stretching and pulling in the most delicious ways. His abs are a thing of wonder, and they stack on top of those damn veiny lines that run down to his…

“Coooock,” I whisper in my quiet worship at the Temple of Beck.

Holy hell, it’s a beauty. Master artisans should erect memorials to it. It is magnificent. I’ve never seen such a nice one. In real life or in photos.I’m trying not to squeal with glee over this magnificent discovery. It’s as if Beckett Jameson is a new world, and I am the intrepid explorer sent by the entire female population on a mission of penial discovery.

I have to keep watching for all of woman kind.

He runs his hands across his abs before he sits down on the edge of his bed. Damn lucky hands.He reaches into the drawer of his nightstand and pulls something out. I can’t tell what it is, but it’s a bottle of some sort. He flips the cap and squeezes some of the contents into his hand and tosses the bottle onto the nightstand. He rubs his palms together and then…

OH, MY GOD! HE’S MASTURBATING!

His large, calloused hand massages the behemoth, and it begins to swell. The crowned jewel glistens from the lube. His breathing becomes labored with his ministrations. I watch in rapt fascination. All my perverted shame is an afterthought. I really should feel ashamed of this…shouldn’t I? How do you not watch, though? My own breath quickens. My pulse accelerates as I slide my hand down the skirt of my dress and pull it up my body. His head falls back. His Adam’s apple bobs in the column of his throat, and a low, sexy groan escapes his perfect lips.

This is the moment. A defining moment. I can get up and walk away now. I’ll be a voyeur with a little bit of kink. If I keep watching, I’ll be a full-blown pervert. I’ll be invading Beck’s privacy, full stop.

I can live with being a pervert. No one will know but Wookie and me. Who is Wookie going to tell? I’m sure as shit not telling anyone. I press my eye closer as I watch him hammer away at himself. Jesus, he’s into it. I’m into it, too. It’s been a long while since I last saw a man masturbating. Gifs don’t count, right?

His moans increase, and the knuckles of his fist turn white. My hand has a mind of its own as it traverses the expanse of my body, honing in on the spot that needs to be touched. Chills scatter across my skin at my own needy behavior. I told you I need to get laid.

My fingers find their target, and I rub fast, pressing hard on my magic button. I’m pretty sure I’m going to get carpet burn from my panties. It’s a risk I’m willing to take.My orgasm is just on the edge of the horizon. Almost within reach. The sensation builds into a crescendo that's sure to shatter me. If I time it just right, we can get off together. Rubbing, faster, faster, faster, Oh yeah, faster, faster, right there, oh, hell yeah…

“Glory! You dirty whore!”

I fly back from the hole like it’s electrocuted me and land legs sprawled, with my panties stuck to my cooch.

“Open the door!”

I search around my apartment, in a frenzied, frantic state. My eyes dart all around the room. My heart pounds out of my chest, and my clit keeps its beat. It takes a minute for me to realize it’s Evelyn on the other side of the door. I hop up flustered. My heart feels like it’s going to explode.

“Fuck, I forgot it’s book club tonight.”

Chapter Two

Glory

How in the hell did I forget book club? It’s one of the highlights of my week.Every Thursday, Christina, Evelyn, Jen, and I get together to discuss books. Really, we talk about dicks and the men attached to them while we drink wine, but we talk books, too. You were finger-banging yourself to your new neighbor, you damn pervert. That’s how you forgot book club.

“Just a minute,” I call, trying not to sound as frazzled as I am. I smooth my hands down my dress as I make my way toward the door, stopping to take a look in the mirror over the entry table.Hopefully, I don’t look like the crazy pervert I am, who just flicked her bean spying on her hot ass neighbor through a hole in the wall. What the fuck is wrong with me? With one last glance, while running a hand through my hair, I open the door.

“Damn, Glory. What took so long? You rubbing one out? I was knocking on the door forever.”

“What? No, of course not! Don’t be silly, Ev,” I half-scream at Evelyn trying to seem appalled while taking some bags from her hands. I tack on a nervous-sounding laugh for extra effect.

Way to sell it, Glory.

She side-eyes me and just laughs and heads for my kitchen.

“Did you finishPoetby AM Johnson? It was amazing, and Kieran is a hot mother fucker.” Ev takes the bottles of wine and finger foods from the bags, setting the items out on the island.

“Yeah, I did. I loved it. I’d read that woman’s grocery list if she published it.”

“We need to readCursednext by DP Payne. I hear it has an awesome anal scene. You know I loves me some anal, girl.” Evelyn throws her head back on a laugh, and I join her. She really does love the anal. We are still setting the food, wine glasses, and plates out on the island when another knock sounds at the door.

“That’s Jen and Ti.” I make my way to the door. Wookie comes up spinning in circles, his sign that using the bathroom is imminent.

“Gotta let Wook out, Ev, be right back.” Igrab my jacket and Wookie’s leash, and I reach to unlock the door.I swing the door open and bend down behind it to attach the leash to Wookie’s collar.

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