CHAPTER TWELVE

 

Ophelia

 

My mouth goes dry at the image in front of me. My ridiculously hot neighbor is taking his clothes off, in front of the window, and I don’t seem to be able to take my eyes from his well-cut abs or the thin line of hair that points to the hidden treasure in his pants.

“Ophelia?” Hendrix’ voice shakes me from my drooling.

Fuck, I’m such a slut. In the last 24 hours, I had phone sex with Hendrix, fucked a stranger in a crowded business party, and now I’m drooling over my neighbor.

“Seems like my pussy needs attention,” I murmur to myself.

“You’re what?” Hendrix asks, and the realization of what I’ve just said hits me.

“I mean… Austin. You know, my cat. He wants to eat again,” I mumble quickly. Dammit, can I just stop thinking with my pussy for a second today?

“Oh, yeah. That pussy is always hungry,” he says, a smile is evident in his voice. “Do you want me to come and help? Or I can help on the phone, too?”

“Oh my god, stop,” I laugh, but my laugh turns to a cough when I see my neighbor is now naked, totally, mouthwateringly naked.

I gasp when his hand moves on his torso.

“Ophelia, are you sure you’re okay?” Hendrix asks.

“Yes, yes,” I mutter and try to focus on him, but when Neighbor Hottie wraps his hand around his cock, it’s a lost cause. “Oh my god,” I breathe out.

My hands are shaking. I put the phone on speaker as I unabashedly keep staring at Hottie’s body. I’m hypnotized by the way he slowly works his cock. He rests his left hand on the mirror and the new angle compliments every delicious muscle in his body, giving me a personal live porn experience.

I don’t realize my hand is between my legs or a moan escapes from my lips until Hendrix curses. “Fuck, baby. Are you touching yourself?”

“Ye-yeah,” I breathe out.

Pushing my panties aside I tease my folds with my fingers. My pussy’s still sensitive after the rough fucking on the balcony, and even that pushes me more. My gaze is glued to Hottie as he takes his sweet time while giving himself pleasure and Hendrix’s quickened breath is the soundtrack to this weird threesome.

“Is it me? Is it for me?” His voice is husky, sending vibrations through my spine.

I watch as Hottie quickens his pace on his cock. His head is bowed, resting against his arm and for a second I wonder if he can see me. And I rub myself faster, circling my clit. “One of the reasons,” I murmur.

“What are the other reasons?” Hendrix asks. He’s now clearly panting, and I close my eyes for a second to absorb everything.

“I…” I start but don’t continue. How would it sound if I tell him that I’m watching my neighbor jerking off? “I’m watching porn,” I blurt out. It’s not a lie. Watching Hottie feels like watching porn, so much more arousing than that actually.

“Are you hard, Hendrix?” I whisper. I feel like a sex addict tonight, and I’m too aroused to stop myself.

“Yes, baby. I’m so hard for you, knowing that you’re touching yourself. Tell me what are you doing? Tell me how it feels,” he rasps.

“I pushed my panties to the side and rubbing my clit now. It’s so sensitive, Hen, but I want more. This doesn’t feel like enough.”

“Do you want something to fill you, baby? Do you want a big cock to push into you and stretch you?”

I shudder, remembering how the stranger pounded into me.

“Yes,” I breathe out.

“Push your fingers inside yourself, Ophelia. Pretend like I’m watching you like I’m right in front of you.” His voice is almost strangled with lust. I focus my eyes on my neighbor and slowly push two fingers inside me. That’s when Hottie lifts his head and looks straight at me. I gasp for air as his eyes hold mine captive.

“Hendrix,” I breathe out.

I can see Hottie’s arm move faster on his cock and I thrust my fingers faster, harder, deeper into me. I arch my back, rocking on my hand and listen to Hendrix’s grunts.

“Fuck, Ophelia. The notices you make will bring me to my knees,” he says.

I can’t break the eye contact with my neighbor, and I answer Hendrix with the cry of my orgasm.