Voyeur

When he finally undid his pants just enough to free his cock, he looked down to roll the condom on, and I couldn’t help but look too. Jackson was big. He was long, thick, and perfectly straight. It matched his body perfectly.

Giving him the same respect as he gave me, I quickly averted my eyes, giving him an adoring look as I scanned up from his sculpted abs and defined chest. I stroked my hands up the smooth skin of his arms and gripped his shoulders. He lifted my thigh and then reached to grab his cock to situate it.

Hopefully, to the viewer, it looked as though he was sliding inside me, when in reality, he pressed himself between my folds and began to thrust. The long glide of him brushed against my swollen clit and I knew, despite pretending, I was going to come from the friction alone.

His forehead rested on mine as his thrusts became harder, until he fell into the crook of my neck, picking up the pace. Faster and faster he stroked across me. His hand gripped my thigh tight, holding it in place. All of it swam through me and consumed my body.

But my mind? My mind was focused on the stranger behind the glass. For all I knew it could be an older couple, not even watching as they fucked like bunnies. But in my mind, it was the man from the bar. In my mind, he’d been staring at me and wanting me all night. In my mind, he approached me and took me home and was the man above me. His broad body flexing with each thrust, pushing inside me, filling me up.

I didn’t even know his face, but when I began to come, it didn’t matter. All that mattered was holding on as groans of pleasure vibrated the skin of my chest and my body struggled to ground itself back to the bed. Jackson pressed his head into my neck as he groaned out his own release, pushing hard against my sensitive clit, drawing a few more aftershocks from my orgasm.

“Thank you,” he whispered against my skin once he’d finished, anchoring me to the moment.

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 picture seeming 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?”

“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.

5

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 up 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?”