Eva stood and strode to the video control panel, then pressed the button to change the video view. She tried “Q55-L”. The living room appeared on the screen, but Larson wasn’t there. Hesitantly, she flicked it to “Q55-B1”, quelling her guilt by reminding herself he had been quite adamant that she was welcome to watch him anytime she wanted. Again, the video image showed an empty room. Maybe he’d left the quarters.

She stepped toward the door. When she moved within a foot of it, it opened. She peered into the bedroom beyond—Larson’s room. As she stepped into the room, she breathed in his scent. Musky male. Her vagina clenched in need.

His uniform jacket hung over the back of a chair, along with his shirt and pants. Socks and underwear lay strewn in a path to another door. The bathroom.

He was taking a shower.

Before she could even think, she’d slipped back into her room and switched the view to “Q55-S”. Shower.

Her breath caught as a back view of his long, lean and quite naked body appeared on the video screen. Water droplets sparkled across his broad shoulders as water streamed down his back. She followed the flow over his muscular torso, down past his trim waist, then over his—she sucked in a breath—tight, round buns. Oh God, she could imagine sliding her hands over those and squeezing.

He turned around and her eyes widened at the sheer length and girth of his penis. Even though it wasn’t engorged, it had to be nine or ten inches long and as big around as her wrist. She felt a bit light-headed. He pressed a button on a dispenser on the tile wall, and a translucent blue gel streamed into his palm. Foam trailed from his hands as he ran them over his shoulders, then down his chest. Mesmerized, she watched the suds glide over his muscular frame, down his rippled abs, over his strong legs.

She slid onto the bed and plumped the pillows behind her. She gasped as he stroked his long penis, luxurious lather foaming over it. Oh, how she longed to stroke him like that. To feel the hot, slippery flesh within her hands. To wrap her fingers around his steel-hard shaft.

He glanced straight at the camera and smiled. Oh God, did he know she was watching him? But he glanced away, and she simply couldn’t drag her gaze from his gorgeous, naked flesh. He rinsed the soap from his body and she sighed as he stepped out of the shower. He grabbed a white towel from a drying rack and patted his body. His shoulders, his chest, his legs, then his groin. In fact, he paid very close attention to his penis, holding it out and patting it from base to tip. He grasped the towel at each end and shimmied it back and forth across those incredible buns.

Finally, he hung the towel on the rack and left the bathroom. As soon as he stepped into the bedroom, the video view changed to follow him.

Rather than getting dressed, he stacked up the pillows on his bed and sat propped against them, still totally naked. His hand curled around his penis and he started to stroke it. His flaccid member grew. He seemed to stare straight at her. Maybe he actually could see her. He could be watching her right now. Of course, that didn’t mean he knew what she was watching. He knew her video was on all the time. He would expect her to be watching it sometimes.

He would expect her to be getting turned on.

And she was.

His hand stroked up and down the length of his cock. It inflated, growing larger and fuller. The scene cast a hypnotic spell on her. Long, smooth strokes. Soon it was fully erect.

She licked her lips. She wanted to feel that cock. To stroke it. To taste it.

And she could. All she had to do was walk toward the door and step through. He would be happy to accommodate her.

Her vagina clenched, feeling so empty. Wanting to be filled.

She clenched her fingers around the edge of the bedclothes, reminding herself she did not want to be with a man. That path led to pain.

Larson stared straight at her and smiled as though gazing directly into her eyes. As though seeing the blatant need on her face.

He tweaked one of his nipples, and it stood pebble hard. Her fingers slipped under her shirt and stroked over her own nipple. Her areola pebbled under her touch and the nipple grew long and rigid. She pinched it and sparks of pleasure burst through her, spiraling down to her groin.

She could see a clear droplet form on the tip of his penis and his head dropped back onto the pillows, his eyes half-closed—but never leaving her. A rigid ache pulsed between her legs. She tugged open her top, freeing her breasts. She stroked enthusiastically, every brush of her fingertip over the nipples sending sharp pangs of pleasure lancing through her.

What if he was watching her? After all, he had before. On the other hand, he could just be watching some sex scene on his video. All she knew was that he was staring at his screen.

Thinking about the possibility that he was actually watching her, that their gazes were actually locked together, she became more aroused. She could feel moisture drip from her pussy. He smiled and she actively imagined he was watching her. Appreciating her.

Her hand found its way to the bedside table, then tugged open the drawer without shifting her gaze from the image of his long cock pulsing up and down within the grip of his large hand. She snatched out a vibrator and set it beside her, then tugged open the buttons of her shirt. It dropped off one shoulder, then the other, and she slipped her arms free. She kicked off her jeans, then her panties, and tossed them aside. As she stretched out on the bed and opened her legs, his turquoise eyes darkened to teal.

On the screen, Larson’s lips pursed together and his hand moved faster as Eva turned on the device and slid it between her legs. The vibrating cock sent ecstatic sensations quivering through her. He stroked faster and faster as she plunged the cock between her legs, thrusting it in and out, following his rhythm. Incredible starbursts of light shimmered across her vision as her heart pounded louder and faster and her whole body seemed to tighten into a single column of pulsing pleasure.

She cried out in climax, her body shuddering. Her gaze remained locked on him, watching him pump his magnificent erection. He groaned and a burst of white erupted from his cock in an impressive arc. She collapsed on the pillows, breathing heavily. After a moment, her eyes fluttered open and the intensity of his gaze caught her off guard.

Her cheeks flamed. Oh God, she’d done it again. This time, knowing full well he was probably watching.

What had come over her?

He stood and strode forward, no longer looking at the screen. She scrambled sideways and tugged her shirt from beneath her. As she pushed herself to a sitting position on the side of the bed, the door slid open. She clutched her shirt to her breast.

Incredibly, he was still hard, even though he’d clearly climaxed less than a minute ago. He pushed through the door and stormed toward her, looking big and threatening with his massive erection swaying from side to side.

Her pulse fluttered. Was he going to drive that enormous cock into her?

She didn’t know if the tightening in her chest was from fear or intense excitement at the thought.

“Do you know how turned on I am?” he demanded. “How much I need you?” He glared at her. “It’s torture knowing you’re in here, not being able to have you. Watching you pleasure yourself.” He paced a couple of times, his big cock bouncing erotically. “I shouldn’t watch, but I can’t help it.”

He turned to face her, the longing in his eyes almost painful to behold. Sobering her.

“I need to touch you,” he said through gritted teeth. He stepped toward the bed.

“No.” She wanted to scurry to the other side, out of his reach, but she sat frozen.

Thoughts spiraled through her head, making her dizzy. He needed a woman to satisfy his lust, so he would use her. Just like her husband always had.