Voyeur - Lacey Alexander [53]
Ending the kisses, he prodded her past the telescope, toward the window, until her back pressed against it. Yanking at the sash of the little robe, he jerked the fabric apart and let his gaze fall on her every curve. “Fucking beautiful,” he whispered.
“Take me,” she breathed, drawing his eyes back to her face. “Take me hard, Braden. Fuck me.”
Nothing excited him more than hearing her talk dirty, and the more he got to know her, the more he understood how out of character it was, and that it was for him alone. “Say it again. Tell me.”
“Fuck me hard and deep. Make me scream.”
Damn, he even got off on watching her mouth form the words, just seeing them come from sweet little Laura, who had been bold enough to masturbate in the dark and start this wild affair that he never really wanted to end.
Curling his hands possessively over her ass, he picked her up and nailed her to the window with his cock—hard, just like she wanted. She cried out, then leaned her head back against the glass in a huge sigh. “So unbelievably big in me,” she whispered, their faces mere inches apart.
“Oh God,” he said, her words continuing to excite him, now propelling him to drive into her in long, hard strokes designed to make her feel every inch of him in her moist passageway. When his balls bounced against her, he felt her bareness there and it escalated his passion.
Her legs locked around his back, scissoring to pull him into her, help him thrust, and her breasts brushed against his chest as she met each drive. When she began to set a slower, hotter rhythm, he had no choice but to follow. She was gorgeous when nearing orgasm, and he knew that’s what this slower tempo meant. She was taking him in, riding his cock, letting her clit rub against him with every hot little gyration she made.
He wanted to suck her pretty pink nipples, but holding her as he was, he couldn’t get the right angle. So he kissed her mouth instead, more of those sweeping, lingering kisses that were almost as good as the sex itself, then she leaned back her head and he sprinkled more kisses across her long, slender neck.
When she lowered her gaze to him, she said on heavy, heated breaths, “You know someone really could be watching us right now.”
She was right—it would be easy. Two people fucking in the middle of an enormous, lit-up window. Only a few other houses could be seen in the distance from his—the view was mostly pristine mountain and sky—but he knew he wasn’t the only mountain-dweller with a telescope. “Does that excite you?” he asked.
She hesitated only briefly. “Yes.” Another heated breath as she continued to move on him. “It shouldn’t . . . but it does.”
“Baby, good sex isn’t about should or shouldn’t.” He still moved with her, his cock still buried deep, easing her toward climax. “It’s about what is. What excites you. Don’t think. Just feel.”
“You excite me,” she breathed. “More than any man ever has.”
The words shouldn’t have surprised him, all things considered, but they still sent a hot shock of pleasure through his veins. “God, I want to make you come, honey,” he told her. “So, so much.”
She thrust against him, still working her pussy in those hot little circles. “Soon,” she murmured. “So soon.”
“Imagine someone is watching us,” he said.
Her voice came soft, light. “Who?”
“No face, no name. Just someone. Feel their eyes on us. Feel them watching, just like I watched you touch yourself, just like I watched you fuck yourself with the vibrator.”
“Oh . . .” she moaned, arching against him, again, again.
“Do you feel it? Do you feel their eyes? Do you want them to