Nathan
I OPEN THE DOOR TO MY apartment and head straight to my kitchen. Dropping the keys on the counter, I grab a water out of the fridge. The bottle crinkles in my hand as I down half of it. It doesn’t do shit to cool the raging fire in my blood. I finish my water, then toss the empty bottle in the trash.
Leaving the kitchen, I reach back and yank my shirt over my head. Maybe a cold shower will help get my body under control. I’m just walking past the windows in my living room when something catches my eye. I look out the window and notice the lights on in the apartment across from mine. My dick instantly takes notice. My eyes scan the rooms one at a time, before they find movement in her kitchen.
Without looking, I reach for the binoculars sitting on the table by the window. A small smile claims my lips when I see her chugging down a bottle of water. When she pulls it away, her chest heaves, and she wipes her mouth with the back of her hand. Her head falls back on her shoulders and she closes her eyes. The fuck I wouldn’t give to rake my teeth up the slender column and bite the base.
She puts the bottle on the counter and leaves the kitchen, flipping the light off as she goes. She’s out of view for a moment, and when I see her again, her dress is gone and she’s in nothing but a pair of skimpy black panties. I push out a breath when I see her tits bounce as she walks into the bathroom. She leaves the door open, but I can’t see what she’s doing. A moment later, she comes out, sits on the side of her bed, then starts rubbing lotion on her arms and legs.
This is absolutely fucking torture, watching her lotion herself. It’s almost as painful as it was watching her tonight on that dance floor. It took every bit of will I had in me to stay in my seat and not approach her. As much as I loved seeing her dancing for me—and she was dancing for me—I still craved to run my hands up and down her body. When she boldly slipped her fingers beneath her skirt, I damn near shot my load in my jeans.
I held myself back, by some miracle fucking force, from coming, and from going to her. I was shocked to see her at first, and that’s the one thing that held me back. I wasn’t ready. Wasn’t ready for her or for what I know she’ll do to me. I’ve never really entertained the thought of meeting her in person until this morning when I saw her on the street. Tonight, in the club, so soon after I saw her for the first time in the flesh, I still hadn’t gotten used to the idea of being close enough to touch. I still needed time, but that didn’t stop me from moving closer to get a better look. And what a fucking look I got. She was so much more than I thought she would be. Add in that she obviously got off on me watching her, and it made her ten times more appealing.
She puts the lotion down on the nightstand, lifts her head, and I swear to fucking God, looks right in my direction. My body tenses when I realize there’s no way she could miss me looking at her, not with my fucking lights on behind me, practically showcasing me standing there. I don’t lower the binoculars, but I hold real still, hoping really damn hard that there are several tenants in my building with lights on so my unit doesn’t stick out so much.
A hiss slips out with my heavy exhale when she turns and slips beneath the covers. Disappointment hits me when she switches her light off. I stand there with the binoculars to my eyes for several minutes, before deciding I’ll get no more from her tonight. Even the prospect of almost getting caught doesn’t dampen my need to watch her touch herself.
I blow out another deep breath before putting the binoculars down. I walk to the bathroom and turn on my shower. My jeans come off, then I’m under the spray, my hand gripping my cock. My strokes start out slow, to images of my girl playing with her pussy. I couldn’t see underneath the skirt, but I know what she looks like from watching her from my apartment. However, I now crave a closer look.
I imagine being on my knees right in front of her, lifting her skirt and watching her fuck herself up close. The juices that would run down her thighs and the soft cries that would leave her lips. And her smell…. A growl sounds deep in my chest. She’ll smell fucking fantastic. Like vanilla or strawberries or fucking roses.
My hand speeds up and it doesn’t take long before my balls are drawing up and there’s a spark at the base of my spine. I’ve been on edge ever since I saw her at Blackie’s. One little shove is all it takes to push me over. It’s the image of her face when she came tonight that has me plummeting.
I brace one hand on the wall before me, my other wringing out the last of my orgasm. My head hangs while I catch my breath.
Once I’m done with my shower, I get out, dry off, and walk naked to my bed. The cool sheets feel damn good against my heated skin. I lie back with my hands behind my head and stare up at the ceiling.
The chances of seeing the woman again outside of her apartment are slim. The two years I’ve been watching her, it’s never happened. But it’s happened twice in less than twenty-four hours. She’s also usually not home on Wednesday nights, but she was tonight.
I fall asleep with the thought that if I ever see her in the flesh again, I won’t keep my distance. She’ll know just what her little show at Blackie’s did to me, and I’ll demand a repeat.
***
THE NEXT DAY, I’M STRUNG TIGHT, and I have no fucking clue why. Or rather, I do, but I don’t want to admit it. The woman has my mind wrapped so tightly around her that I can’t think of anything else. I’ve never been so consumed by something that it makes me feel like I’m losing my shit.
The first thing I do when I get up is head straight for my binoculars, then clench my jaw when it appears she’s already left her apartment. After dressing and drinking a cup of coffee, I leave for work. My eyes scan the streets as soon as I step foot on the sidewalk. At the office, I half listen to Willow as she gives me the few messages she has for me. There were a couple times I snapped at her; the second time she called me out on it.
“What is your problem?” she asked, her hands propped on her hips and her eyes narrowed.
“Nothing,” I grunted.
“Lie,” she called out when I passed her on my way back to my office. “You’re more grouchy than usual. You don’t have to tell me what’s wrong, but could you tone the temper down a fraction? It’s giving me a headache.”
I stopped, my back going straight, and turned my head slightly her way. “Sorry,” I muttered, then finished going into my office.
I found myself several times at the window, looking down at the people walking by, looking for her. Which was fucking stupid, because the chance of her walking by my building in such a big city was an idiot thing to even consider. Still didn’t stop me from doing it three more times.
I had a late meeting, and by the time it was over, the sun was already creeping behind the horizon. I left work with every intention of going home. I meant to turn left out of the parking garage toward home, but I didn’t. I turned right, toward Blackie’s. I told myself that I would go in for just one drink, to take the edge off, then leave. I wasn’t going to see if she happened to be there.
Now here I am, walking into Blackie’s. I do what I always do when I first get here and head to the bar for my usual two shots of Jameson. I slam them back, then turn to the dance floor. With the hour still early, the place isn’t as crowded, but there’s still enough people to make it difficult to find someone if you were looking.
I sit with my back facing the bar and slowly let my eyes roam over the room. The lights are low, but I still make out the people on the dance floor. After going over the room a couple times and not seeing her, I turn back to the bar.
Pissed at myself for letting some random chick get to me, I yank my wallet out of my pocket, ready to get the fuck out of here. I’m pulling out a twenty, when shivers race down my spine only seconds before I hear a feminine laugh. My body tightens, and my dick twitches, like it knows who the laugh belongs to. I turn my head and see a woman standing about five feet from me. Her back is to me and she’s talking to a man. On closer inspection, I see that it’s Wyatt, an old friend.
Stuffing the wallet back in my pocket, I sit back and watch her, ordering another couple of Jamesons as I wait. After several minutes, she turns so more of her is facing me. If I were a lesser man, I’d be fucking drooling right now. She laughs at something Wyatt says, her head tilted back slightly, showing off the column of her neck. Tonight she’s wearing a deep purple shirt that again leaves her shoulders bare. Her skirt is loose and is slightly higher on one side. On her feet are black fuck-me heels. Her hair is left down, but pulled over one shoulder.
She says something to Wyatt and he nods with a smile, then she turns and walks away. My eyes follow her as she turns down the hallway toward the bathroom. I get up and follow. I’m not leaving here tonight without a taste.
The hallway is a little more lit than the main floor, but not by much. There are several doors leading off it. Men’s room, women’s room, one leads to the kitchen, one is a storage room, and the one at the end I know is Lukas’s office. I stop a few feet away from the women’s room and rest my back against the wall.
It’s not long before she comes out of the bathroom. Her head is down, so she doesn’t see me at first. She drops something in her purse and looks up. Her eyes meet mine and she stops, her lips parting prettily in surprise. Her hands fall slowly to her sides. I hold my place by the wall, and she stays just outside the bathroom door. As we stand there and stare at each other, her breathing speeds up.
Blue. Her eyes are the prettiest blue I’ve ever seen.
When her tongue darts out to lick her lips, I can’t hold back any longer. My strides are long as I stalk toward her. For every step I take, she takes one backward, until her back hits the wall.
I don’t stop until my chest is inches from the tips of her tits. I put one hand on the wall behind her head, the other by her shoulder, and lean forward. I’m so close I can feel her breath fan against my lips. I close my eyes and breathe in her sweet scent.
“Jasmine,” I whisper, then open my eyes. She’s watching me, the pupils in her eyes dilated. “What’s your name?”
She licks her lips again. “E-Emberleigh.” Her voice sounds delicate.
“Emberleigh,” I repeat. It’s so fucking perfect. She sets my blood on fire.
I lean forward and run my nose along hers, then whisper it softly over her cheek until I reach her ear.
“Did you like showing off for me last night?” I whispered.
Her breath hitches and a tiny moan leaves her lips, tempting my cock.
“Yes,” she breathes.
I settle my lips just below her ear, and her head tips to the side. I feel her hands at my waist, gripping my shirt.
“Do you usually enjoy getting off in front of strangers?” I ask, nipping at the skin where her neck meets her shoulder.
“I-I’ve never done th-that before,” she answers breathlessly.
She has, she just doesn’t know it.
“Did you come, Emberleigh?” I move my hand from above her head and bring it to her ass. Slowly, I run it down the back of her thigh, then lift her leg and wrap it around my waist. Her heel digs into the back of my leg as I grind my cock against her pussy. “Did you soak your fingers while you watched me watching you?”
I lift my head to find hers leaning back against the wall. Her eyes are half-closed and her cheeks are flushed.
“Yes,” she moans.
“What if I said I wanted an encore?”
She bites her lip and her brows pull down. Her fingers at my sides tighten against the material. I wait as she thinks over my offer, hoping like hell she accepts.
“I’d say I must be crazy for saying yes,” she finally replies.
I smirk, then release her leg. Grabbing her hand, I pull her behind me as I walk to the closed storage closet door. I flick on the light and close the door behind her, flipping the lock in place.
The room isn’t that big. There are several boxes in one corner and a cabinet along the wall. I walk toward Emberleigh, and again, she walks backward. A smile tugs at her lips, so I know she’s playing with me. I back her up against the cabinet, grab her hips, and lift her so she’s sitting on top. She spreads her legs, giving me room to move between them. I put my hands on her thighs and slowly run them up the smooth flesh. When they dip beneath her skirt, I make sure to take it with me.
I drop my eyes when my hands reach where her legs meet her hips. A tiny scrap of blue peeks up at me from between her legs. It’s not near enough. I need more.
She grips the edge of the counter and lifts her ass when I grab the sides of her panties and tug. I pull them down her legs and stuff them in my back pocket.
“Lift your skirt for me,” I murmur, focusing my eyes back on her pussy.
After only a second of hesitation, she does as I ask. I take a step back to see better. Of her own doing, she opens her legs wider.
I groan at the sight of her spread out pussy glistening back at me. “Fucking perfect.”
Stepping between her legs again, I grab a handful of hair and gently tug her head backward. I lean down and bite her bottom lip. Her lips fall open, and I slip my tongue inside her waiting mouth. She tastes like strawberries and hard liquor. I take from her mouth what my cock wants to take from her body. Her legs wrap around my waist and she grinds herself against my jean-covered cock.
Lifting my mouth from hers, I take a step back. The whimper that leaves her lips almost has me going back to her. But there’s something else I want first. Another craving I need to quench before I take her.
“Show me,” I growl. “Show me what your skirt hid from me last night. I want to see your pussy as you stroke it with your fingers.”
Her eyes flare wide, and there’s a small catch in her breathing. I take another couple of steps back. Spotting a metal folding chair off to the side, I hook it with my foot without removing my eyes from Emberleigh. I take a seat, forcing my body to relax.
“What’s your name?” she asks.
I drag my eyes away from the heavenly vision of her pussy and look at her. She’s leaning back on one hand, and her other hand is gently running up one thigh and down the other, purposely missing the place I want her to touch the most. Her tits jut out with how she’s reclined, and her nipples poke out at me, begging for my lips to wrap around them.
“Nathan,” I tell her through a dry throat.
She licks her lips and repeats my name, just like I did when she told me hers. I fucking love the way it sounds coming from her lips.
She bends one leg and sets her foot on the edge of the counter. Her pussy lips part, and I hiss out a breath when I see how wet she is. It drips from her opening and runs down the crack of her ass, I’m sure making a mess on the counter beneath her.
Starting at her knee, she slowly runs the tips of her fingers down her leg. I barely bite back a growl when she pauses right before she hits the apex of her thighs. I snap my gaze to hers, and she fucking smirks. A second later, the look disappears and her lips form an O when her fingers meet her clit. Her hips jerk and her head falls back on her shoulders, the ends of her hair dragging on the counter behind her.
She looks fucking delicious. The groan that leaves my chest has her lifting her head and opening her eyes. She pants as she holds my stare and flicks her finger back and forth over her clit.
“Put a finger inside,” I grunt gruffly. “I wanna see you fuck yourself with your fingers.”
Her answering moan has my cock growing painfully hard. She fits two fingers at her opening and slowly pushes them inside. I rip the button open on my jeans and tear down the zipper, needing relief before I completely fucking lose it. As soon as my cock is free, I grip the base and stroke upward. Her eyes watch me, and her fingers mirror my movements. I stroke down, her fingers go in. I stroke up, and her fingers pull out.
A drop of precum appears on the tip, and I imagine smearing it over her lips, right before she takes the head into her mouth and sucks. I close my eyes and grit my teeth, praying to hell and back I can refrain from coming. Her cries of pleasure have them springing back open.
Her mouth is open and her brows are scrunched up. Her chest heaves, and her tits quiver. Looking down, I watch as three fingers slip in and out of her pussy, the heel of her hand pressing hard against her clit. I jerk my hand away from my cock and stand. My jeans sit low on my hips and I yank out my wallet in search of a condom. Her eyes never leave mine as I rip the foil packet open and painfully slide the rubber over my sensitive shaft.
I stalk over to her and pull her ass to the edge of the counter. Looking into her eyes, I grind out, “You want my cock inside you?”
No time passes before she’s moaning, “Yes.”
I grip the base of my cock, notch it at her opening, and pull her forward at the same time I slam into her.
“Fuck,” I snarl as she cries out. “Too fucking tight.”
I hold still for a moment, trying to calm my raging need to come, but her walls clamp down on me, making it impossible. Gripping her waist firmly, I pull back and with a growl, I shove my hips forward again.
“Nathan,” she pants, spiking my need even more.
The heels of her shoes dig into my ass, her hand grips my shirt, and she tugs my mouth down to hers. My mouth consumes hers as each of our bodies take pleasure from the other’s.
My knees knock against the cabinet as her ass rubs back and forth on the counter. Bottles of shit fall to the floor and roll around. My pants slide down my legs and stop at my ankles. Her moans and my grunts mix together with the bass of the music on the other side of the door.
When I feel her small hand between us, I yank my mouth away from her and look down. The sight of her fingers, tipped with blue fingernail polish, playing with her clit sends fire licking down my spine. The muscles in my arms bunch as I lean over her and take one of her nipples into my mouth. I bite the tip through the thin material of her top. She cries out, and her walls clamp impossibly tight around my shaft.
Her nails dig into my bicep and her head thumps against the cabinet behind her. I release her nipple with a groan. My neck muscles tighten as I feel the first spurt of cum shoot out of me. Intense pleasure courses through my legs, up my spine, and out through my dick.
Her head lifts, mouth open, and her eyes meet mine. Sweat trickles down my cheeks and drops on her thighs. Neither of us say anything for several moments. We just stand there and catch our breath while looking at the other.
“Who are you?” she asks, breaking the silence.
I pull back from her and gently bring her legs to the floor. Slipping the condom off my half-hard cock, I tie the end and toss it into a trash can.
Pulling my jeans back up, I tuck myself inside, then look at her. “I’m nobody.”
She frowns as if she’s confused, shakes her head, then pushes her skirt back down. She looks around a moment, then back at me, holding out a hand.
“Panties.”
One corner of my mouth tips up. “They’re mine now.”
Her nose scrunches up and she wiggles her fingers still out in front of her. “Gimme. I can’t go out there with no panties on.”
I lift a brow. “You can’t walk out there without wearing panties, but you can finger yourself for a guy in a room full of people?” She opens her mouth to speak, but I talk over her. “Then fuck him in a broom closet the next night?”
Her eyes narrow. “Yes,” she hisses. “And don’t ask me why because I damn sure have no idea.” Again, she wiggles her fingers.
Instead of handing over her panties, which I have no intention of doing, I snake my arm around her waist and bring her flush against my chest. Her hands meet my pecs, like she intends to push me away, but my lips claim hers before she has a chance. She melts against me immediately, and my tongue explores the inside of her mouth.
When I pull back, she’s breathless, just the way I wanted her.
Grabbing her hand, I pull her with me to the door.
“I’m not getting my panties back, am I?”
Once we’re outside of the small room, I lead her down the hallway toward the main area. Looking over my shoulder, I tell her, “No.”
“But it’s really weird for a stranger to have a pair of my panties.” She tugs on my hand, and I stop and face her. “Like, really weird, Nathan.”
I step closer to her. “We’re not strangers anymore.”
She rolls her eyes. “Yes, we are. We may have fucked, but that doesn’t mean we know each other.”
My nostrils flare at her use of the word fuck. It sounds fucking amazing coming from her lips.
“I know all I need to know.”
She chews her bottom lip. “But I don’t.” She looks to the side, then pulls her eyes back to mine, worry lining her face. “I don’t do this type of thing. And I don’t know why I did with you.”
I tuck a piece of blonde hair behind her ear. Bending my knees so we’re eye level with each other, I lower my voice. “You’re right. You don’t know me, and you have no reason to trust me. You should have never stepped foot in that room with me, but you did, and I don’t know why you did either. All I can say is I’m glad, because you felt really fucking good.” A ghost of a smile forms on her face, and it settles the pounding in my heart her concern caused. I don’t like her thinking something bad could come from what we did.
“You felt really good, too,” she whispers.
I smile, then lean down and run my lips across hers. “Good enough to do it again?”
“Maybe,” she answers, her grin playful.
I pull her toward me until her stomach meets the hardness in my jeans. Her eyes turn wide, then heat with desire. I nip at her bottom lip, and growl when her hand lands on my ass and tugs me closer.
“You think?” I ask. I run my tongue down her neck, making sure to scrape my scruff along her skin.
Her moan meets my ear. “Yes, I want to do it again.”
Placing a kiss over the pulse in her neck, I lift my head and grin down at her. “Yeah, I know you do.”
Laughing, she shakes her head.
“You’re still not getting your panties back,” I tell her as I walk us back out to the main room.