Page 12 of Voyeur
I gave him a barely-there smile as he rolled to his side, shedding his pants and tugging off the condom filled with his cum. I forced myself to look away, the action more intimate than what we’d just done. He leaned back down and shifted us until we laid under the covers, my head resting on his shoulder.
He kissed the crown of my head, but my gaze didn’t leave the light by the window. It was still green, meaning someone was still in there. Was this the part that made them come? The aftermath, the connection? Was this what they liked to watch?
I stared at the light until my eyes burned. I wasn’t even sure how long I’d been watching before it finally switched to red and I blinked, looking away.
“So,” Jackson started. “Best pretend sex you’ve ever had?”6
“You weren’t supposed to actually lick me,” I reprimanded with little heat.
“I had to at least have a taste. Your wetness was too alluring.”
“Stop,” I laughed and slapped his arm.
“I won’t do it again. No matter how wet your pussy gets against my chin.”
I laughed.
I laughed at his question.
I laughed at the bizarre situation of lying naked with a man I just pretended to fuck.
I laughed because I enjoyed it. I enjoyed the idea of the man behind the glass coming as he watched me.
I laughed because I didn’t know how to handle these feelings and laughing was easier.
chapterfive
Callum
“You taste so fucking good,”I said into her thigh. She arched up, searching for my lips back on her pussy. I kissed up and over one hip, across her mound and down the other side before slipping my tongue through her wet slit. Her moan fueled me. Using my thumbs, I parted her like a flower, opening her to my mouth, and burrowed my tongue inside her, loving the way her cunt squeezed me.
Her panting grew heavier when I concentrated my tongue on her clit, flicking it faster and harder, stopping occasionally to circle the tight bud and torture her. I loved her whimpers and moans, the way she rose up to fuck my face. Her sweet, tangy cum coated my chin and I savored it, loved having her all over me as her groans of pleasure stroked my skin. I watched her breasts rise as she arched, tightening her whole body through her orgasm, and I sucked up every drop.
“Please,” she whimpered. “Please, Callum.”
“Do you want me to fuck you?” I rose between her slim thighs and gripped my aching cock, rubbing it up and down her slit, coating myself in her cum. “Are you ready for me to fill this wet cunt with my cock?”
“God, yes. Please.”
I slipped inside, her lips wrapping around my length as her warmth enveloped my aching cock. I leaned down to suck on her nipple, biting at the tip as I buried myself deep inside her. I grinded against her, loving the way my balls felt pressed against her soft ass.
Then I pulled back, kissing my way up her neck, and thrust back in. I nipped at her parted lips, slowly fucking her harder with each thrust. Her whimpers brought a smile to my face.
Brushing her light brown hair back from her face, I stared down into her golden eyes. “Are you ready for me to really fuck you now?”
My body jerkedup in bed,1sweat chilling on my skin, the sheet kicked down past my knees. My hand wrapped around my aching cock, squeezing it tight, the head angry and purple and desperate for release.
I couldn’t believe I dreamed of her. I couldn’t believe I woke up still hard and with her still on my mind. I couldn’t believe it didn’t morph into a nightmare.
I fell back onto my pillows but didn’t let go of my cock. Gray light filtered in through the curtains. I had to be up soon, but I wanted to finish this rare moment. I wanted to bask in the fantasy my mind had granted me. Closing my eyes, I blocked all of it out and took myself back to the voyeur room. I remembered the way my hand dug into the wall as the other worked my cock,2keeping pace with each whimper that escaped her parted lips. Keeping pace with the way her tits bounced on each thrust.
Fuck, her breasts were only a slight handful, but the way they shook, the rosy tips taunting me, begging me for my tongue. I groaned like I had in that room, desperate to feel her fingers dig into my arm, finding purchase to hold on to me as I fucked her. God, it’d never been so easy to place myself into a scene I watched play out before me, but I had. I imagined her thighs wrapped tightly around my hips. I imagined how hot and wet she’d be on my cock, the way her pussy would suck me back in with its tight squeezes, desperate for me to fill her back up.
My fist worked faster, my muscles straining, aching for the orgasm I wanted to find inside her tight cunt. I wanted to grind my balls on her as I emptied everything I had inside her, feeling her pulse around me as I leaned down to feast on the sound of her pleasure.
Shocks rippled down my spine into my balls and white ropes of cum shot out, landing on my chest and abs. I moaned through it all, hearing her moans again. This time mixing with mine.
My cock jerked at the non-existent sound, the idea enough to cause more ripples of pleasure to rack my body. Slowing the motion of my fist, I looked down at my softening cock and the mess on my body, not feeling sad or ashamed.
