The front door banged open somewhere in the distance. The hands slid from her, and just like that the man was gone.
She stared down at herself and reacted quickly, putting herself back to rights just as her two roommates entered the kitchen, smiling and chatting away. She turned around and greeted them, enjoying their banter and their joyous response at having cake for dinner.
All was well in the world. If only she knew why he’d done that…
Drew sat at his desk, his eyes riveted to the computer screen in front of him. Headphones on his ears, deaf to the rest of the world, the only time he moved was when he keyed in commands on his touchscreen. Machines whirred around him, dozens of LEDs the only light in the room.
He could have been at HQ, doing the surveillance work he’d been hired for all those years ago. Yet he was in his bedroom, the camera feed he intently stared at not the usual SEAL target.
“Fuck, yeah,” he mumbled, taking it all in. She’d hate him if she knew. Scott too, probably. But he didn’t care. Not when it meant he had access to that type of footage. Live and in stereo, too…
Kristyn lay on her bed, her legs spread wide as she brought a purple vibe to her pussy. Her hips thrust up when the toy made contact, her mouth parting on a little gasp.
His pants were too tight. He quickly unzipped and unbuttoned until his cock was free. He palmed himself with his left hand and hit the zoom key with his right. Congratulating himself on his ambidextrous skills, he turned the volume up on his speakers and leaned back for the show.
On the screen her left hand slowly slid up her stomach and stopped on her breast. One finger, two fingers, teased the rosy bud until it stood proud.
She had large nipples, something he could definitely appreciate. He imagined how they’d feel under his tongue. God, he wanted to suck on them, her cries ringing above his head.
Instead, he watched as she squeezed them, rolling the now red buds between her fingertips. He groaned at the image, semen trickling down his cock to the back of his hand.
He didn’t pay it attention, focused entirely on what the woman was doing in the room right next to his. Only a thin wall separated them, thin enough he’d been able to drill into it and install a wireless camera aimed right at her bed. It was despicable. Sure, it was. Hey, he’d never said he was an angel.
He’d just wanted to learn more about her, enough for him to win this silent battle he had going on with Scott. It was just a—seriously amazing—coincidence that he’d stumbled upon her getting herself off.
His mouth dry, he stared as she brought her hand down and turned the vibe on. He’d been so intent on her breasts he hadn’t noticed she’d pushed it inside her. He heard the toy start buzzing, the mic on the camera picking up the tiniest sounds. When her fingers slid along her slit, he swore he heard how wet she was.
“Oh baby,” he whispered, his fingers tightening around his length.
He wanted to come right along with her, and so he began timing his movements with hers. When her hips started rocking up and down, he knew she was close. Her lips were parted, her face flushed. Her breasts jiggled with every movement she made. She was soft and curvy and so fucking sexy he wanted nothing more than to sink into her and stay there until the end of time.
He pumped his cock and came right when she exploded, her strangled moan ringing in his ears. She quickly snapped her mouth shut, but he’d heard it. A smile appeared on his face as the words she’d just said echoed inside his head. He kept on watching as she sat up, her juices leaving a wet spot on the sheet. She ignored it and grabbed her nightshirt. Soon, she was all covered up again.