Voyeur - Lacey Alexander [61]
As he lowered into the water, she stood, suds clinging to her skin when she sat up on the tile and spread her legs wide, no longer the slightest bit hesitant to offer herself.
“Take a drink of your wine and look out the window,” he told her, then leaned in to lick a soft path across her clit.
She sighed at the heavenly sensation, then sipped the wine. She glanced out the large window above the tub, wondering what he wanted her to see since the snow had stopped.
“Look down at the house through the trees,” he said, voice low.
Laura searched, finding the house nestled among the snow-covered pines, closer than she’d even realized another home was situated. And just as Braden dragged another long lick up her center—she spotted two people fucking in the window.
Just like they were, she realized, gasping at the sight.
Suddenly, she was a voyeur, too.
Chapter Eleven
“My neighbors, Stan and Candy,” he said from between her legs. She studied the couple as they stood in profile right inside the wide, uncurtained window, Candy holding on to the back of a kitchen chair with both hands, naked, while Stan slammed into her from behind. Stan was classically handsome, light-haired, in his mid-forties. Candy looked closer to Laura’s age—a stacked brunette with large breasts that bounced with each thrust.
Braden French-kissed Laura’s clit as she watched what took place in the window, and the sensation spread through her with even more intensity than usual.
“Stan went to Vegas on business a few years back,” Braden said, blowing on her clit and forcing a shiver. “He came home married to Candy, and she’s been here ever since.” He dragged another hot lick up her pussy, making her moan as she continued observing the two strangers having sex.
“Showgirl?” she managed, her voice thready.
“Stripper,” Braden replied lowly. “Stan mentioned it over a beer with Tommy and me last summer.”
Laura had grown breathless. Down through the trees, Candy’s perfect body arched against her husband’s, her face wrenched with hot desire. She wore thigh-high fishnet stockings with black ruffled edges. “Do they do it in the window often?”
“Yeah, actually.” Braden’s voice came even lower now and a glance down revealed him studying her parted cunt. She watched him instead of Stan and Candy as he pushed two fingers inside her and lowered another kiss to her clit.
“Mmm,” she purred in response.
“Not sure if that’s by accident,” Braden went on, “or if maybe they want me to see. Of course, I’m not here all the time, but I guess they can tell when there’s an SUV—or, in this case, two—in the driveway.”
“And you watch them?” she asked, her heart beating harder and pulsing in her crotch where he now laved her. She looked back at the couple through the window as Stan’s hands rose from Candy’s hips to her plump breasts, squeezing, kneading.
Braden peered up at her, his look pointed when she drew her gaze back inside. “You’re watching them.”
“Oh God, you’re right.” She took a nervous sip of her wine.
“No, baby—you don’t get it,” Braden said, gently massaging her slick inner thighs with wet hands. “I want you to watch them—while I get you off.”
Laura drew in her breath. Braden had such a way of making things she’d always considered extreme or even perverse seem completely normal.
“Watch them, Laura,” he said again—because she was still looking at him. “Watch them.”
“Maybe I want to watch you.” She was learning what a powerful aphrodisiac one’s eyes could be, and she couldn’t deny she loved the sight of him working his mouth between her thighs.
“Think of me instead,” he said. “And this time—just this time—watch them. For me.”
She let out a sigh. Watch them for me.
For Braden, she would.
So as he thrust his fingers into her cunt and delivered rhythmic licks to the folds of flesh above, she peered back out the window, down through the trees, and became what she’d briefly thought of herself as moments earlier.