by Alex Grayson
“Nathan?” she asks apprehensively.
“Stay there,” I growl, and drop the binoculars to the chair. “Stay right fucking there and don’t move.”
I hang up before she has a chance to respond and stalk across my apartment and out the door. I bypass the elevator, which would take too long. Taking the stairs two at a time, I’m out of my apartment building a minute later and jogging across the street. I skip her elevator as well, and in no time I’m in front of her apartment door.
I take a moment to calm my raging hormones. My body is vibrating with pent-up need; some I already felt from not seeing her in over a day, but most from the revelation she just gave me. I’ve been so goddamn worried how she would react to me watching her without her knowledge. To know she’s known for over a year, and she actually liked it… fuck if that doesn’t set fire to my blood. She’s fucking perfect. There’s no other way to describe it.
I take a deep breath and work at cooling down my body a fraction, so I don’t pounce on her the second I see her. I give myself ten seconds, and hope like hell I’ve reined it in enough. Using the key she gave me a few days ago to grab something from her apartment for her, I unlock the door and step over the threshold.
The living room and kitchen are dark, except for the light over the stove, just as it was a few minutes ago. The light from her room illuminates the hallway, and that’s the way I head. The door is open when I reach it. Stopping in the doorway, my eyes immediately land on Emberleigh. She’s facing me, still at the window naked, but she’s picked up the towel and has it clutched in her tight fists in front of her.
She’s watching me with hooded eyes and her breaths come in short pants, matching my own attempts to draw in air. When her gaze drifts down to the hard bulge in my jeans, her tongue peeks out to lick along her lips. A deep growl rumbles in my chest, causing her eyes to widen at the guttural sound.
“Drop the towel,” I grate.
The towel lands at her feet, her arms fall to her sides, and I take in the absolute beauty of her body. Long, shapely legs, a small patch of neatly trimmed hair just above tempting-as-fuck lips I want to devour, toned stomach, gorgeous tits, a slender neck, and a face that only angels could have created.
Unable to hold back any longer, I prowl across the room. For each two steps I take, Emberleigh takes one back. Not to get away, the heat in her eyes says she wants me just as bad, but because I’m sure my eyes are conveying a need so strong her subconscious is warning her to be cautious.
Her chest heaves as I get closer. When her back meets the glass, she jumps with surprise. Her eyes don’t leave mine though.
I come to a stop only inches from her, bend, grab her ass, and hoist her up. Her legs automatically go around my waist, just like I want them, and her arms wrap around my neck. Her luscious tits smash against my chest as I press her back into the glass, grinding my cock against her warm center.
Dropping my head, I take her lips in a bruising kiss, because fuck if I can wait another second to taste her. She seems just as ravenous as me as we fuck each other’s mouths with our tongues.
I pull back, needing more than just her lips. I need everything from her. Every single fucking thing she’s willing to give me.
A hiss leaves my lips when she tightens her legs around me, pushing herself more against me. A thump sounds as her head hits the glass. My eyes lock on a spot where her shoulder meets her neck. Burying my face there, I take a piece of her flesh between my teeth and suck, wanting my mark there for all to see. A moment later, I let go, satisfied to see the red mark I left behind.
Her hands move to my sides, grip my shirt, and tug upward. I help by reaching back and pulling it over my head.
“You drive me fucking insane, baby,” I inform her.
The smirk that lifts one corner of her mouth says she already knows. The look doesn’t last long though. It falls, and worry replaces it.
“You’re not mad?”
I push my cock against her. “Does it feel like I’m mad?”
She moans and answers breathlessly, “No, not mad. But incredibly good.”
I grunt. “I’ll show you just how good I feel. Arms back around me, Emberleigh.”
She complies, and I carry her to the bed. I know we need to talk, but that can come later. Right now, all I can think about is getting inside her tight little body. It’s a need so powerful that if it doesn’t happen soon, as in the next few minutes, I really will go insane.
She giggles when I drop her to the mattress. The sound turns into a moan when I land on top of her and my stiff cock bumps against her clit. When her nails score down my back, the bite of pain only fuels my need even more.
Thanking Christ that she’s already soaked, because I seriously doubt I could wait any longer, I reach down and place the tip at her opening, and plunge every single fucking inch in her tight pussy. She cries out, while a deep groan leaves my lips. I rest her leg on my shoulder while her other leg wraps around my waist. The position allows me to go deeper, and deeper I do go. As deep as I can get. I pull back and slam back inside her. Over and over and over again, until we’re both panting for air and our bodies teeter on the edge of orgasmic bliss. My thrusts are relentless, and she takes every one, her body clenching around me and attempting to milk me dry as she comes all over my cock.
It’s her tight grip locked around me and the unbelievably sexy look on her face that tips me over the edge, and I shout my release to the ceiling. Little spasms from her body ensure she gets every last drop.
Once my cock stops jerking inside her, I kiss the inside of her calf and bring her leg down to rest against my hip. Lazy eyes watch me with a smile on her face, and I lean down to brush my lips against hers.
I fall to my side, then roll to my back, bringing her with me until she’s lying on top of me, my cock still nestled deep within her. I’m not ready to give up the warmth of her body yet. I’m not ready to give up anything of her, and I know I never will be. This woman is mine in every way possible, and if she’ll have me, she always will be.
***
WE END UP BACK AT MY PLACE. After fucking twice, once in bed and once in the shower, Emberleigh expressed her curiosity about my apartment. Said she often fantasized during our Tuesday night mutual masturbation fest about me taking her against the window I always stood at while watching her. I did just that after I gave her a quick tour. It was fucking hot. I can now totally understand why Tegan is into exhibitionism. Even now, thinking about her ass being smashed against the glass while anyone who looked up could see it has blood rushing to my cock, making it jump against my stomach. I already can’t wait for next time. And there will definitely be a next time.
Now, hours later, with the early morning rays slowly showing through the window, we’re naked and on the couch. My back is against the armrest, with Emberleigh on her side between my legs. I have both knees bent, one between her back and the back of the couch, and one thrown over her lap. Her arm is wrapped around my back as her other hand plays with my happy trail. We’ve been this way for over an hour; just lying here enjoying the quiet of each other’s company. I’ve never been a fan of just lazing around, especially with a female, but I could definitely get used to this with her.
When she notices the dick twitch, her fingers halt against my lower stomach.
“What are you thinking about?” she asks, a hint of amusement behind her words.
“Wondering when I can fuck you against the window again, and if someone watched this time.”
“Mmm…,” she moans.
Fingertips start exploring again, except this time, she trails them down until she reaches the tip of my cock, runs them down the length, around each ball, then over the skin between my nut sack and asshole. I nearly jump out of my fucking skin because it feels so goddamn good. I tip my head back against the couch and groan. She plays for a moment more before trailing her fingers back up to my stomach. I’m just about to snatch her hand and put it back where it was when she speaks.
I grab a handful of her hair and tip her head back so I can see her eyes.
“Why in the hell would you think I would be mad at you? If anything, you should be the one pissed and trying to rip my balls off. I violated your privacy.”
Her nod is small due to my grip on her hair. I loosen my fingers, but don’t remove them.
“You’re right. I should be, and I don’t really know why I never was. Maybe that part of me is broken, the part that should be appalled and disgusted with knowing someone watched me during such intimate times. I just know Tuesdays were one of my favorite days of the week, because that was the day I could drop everything. I didn’t have to think about the past or worry about the future. All I had to do was feel. You watching me made me feel special in a weird sort of way, like you found me good enough just by looking at me.”
I bend my head and kiss the tip of her nose, understanding what she’s trying to say. Life can become too much sometimes and we all need that escape. My head pounds violently with the memory of what she went through as a teenager. Grieving the loss of her brother, then being violated by those fucking punks, the emotional turmoil of her pregnancy, and thinking she would never be good enough for Avery, but trying so hard to make it so she is. As fucked-up as the situation was and how our relationship started, I’m glad I inadvertently gave her that relief.
“How did you know I was watching you?” I ask the question that’s confounded me from the moment she told me she knew.
A smile touches her lips. She leans her head back against my raised knee. “It was purely by accident, actually. One of my packages was delivered to an apartment a couple of doors down from mine. It was a Tuesday, and as you know, Tuesday is my day to… play. I know it sounds weird to have a schedule like that, but it worked for me because Tuesday is my most stressful day of the week. I was anxious to get home because on that particular Tuesday I had a major test and all I wanted to do was take a shower, use my toy, and sleep. Mrs. Snyder, my neighbor, had something else for me. I waited at her window while she went to her room to grab it. Her curtains were sheer, so while they were closed, I could still see out them. That’s when I noticed you at the window, holding something up to your face. At my angle, the small light from your kitchen gave just enough background light for me to make you out. Using my phone, I zoomed in as far as I could and saw they were binoculars.”
She stops talking and dances her fingers up the column of my neck, her eyes following the movement. Her gaze lights back on mine and her fingernails scrape the scruff on the underside of my jaw.
“I couldn’t tell what you were looking at, but I wanted to know, because I have to say,” her eyes begin to twinkle, and a smile slowly forms, “you looked really hot standing there with your shirt off and the button of your jeans undone.”
I chuckle. “Hot, huh?” I squeeze my legs together, pulling her hip against my cock, which was definitely liking where this story was going.
“Scorching hot,” she answers, laughing. “I left Mrs. Snyder’s, my mind on the man in the apartment across from mine. Something told me to leave my lights off when I stepped into my apartment. In the dark, I walked to my window and peered out, using my phone again. Of course, the angle wasn’t as good, so I could just barely make you out. I couldn’t tell if you were looking into my apartment, but for some reason, I wanted you to be. I just thought it was a coincidence that that day was Tuesday, my usual masturbation day. As I stood there, trying so hard to see through the dark inside your apartment, my body started to react with the possibility of you seeing me and wanting me because of it. In my mind, you were watching me, and I wanted to give you something worth watching. So, that’s what I did. I was so damn nervous, and I wasn’t even sure if you saw me, but it was one of the most exciting times of my life.”
I tweak one of her nipples, and her eyes flare with desire. It’s time for me to tell some truths.
“Every week, Tuesday was the day I looked forward to the most. The first time I saw you, you had brought a man home. You were on your knees with your back against the glass, and he was feeding you his cock. Then he fucked you against it. I couldn’t look away. The look on your face as he fucked you from behind….” My cock jerks at the memory. “So expressive. So fucking incredibly sexy.”
Her eyes turn wide. “That was over two years ago. You’ve been watching me that long?”
“Yes,” I admit.
“Wow. I had no idea. I really should be angry, shouldn’t I?”
I give her a tight nod. “You should.”
After a moment, her expression turns sensual again. “As weird and fucked-up as it sounds,” she wrinkles her nose, “knowing that just makes it hotter. I like knowing you were so captivated with me that you kept coming back for more. After a couple of Tuesdays of not knowing if you were actually watching me, I bought a pair of binoculars. For over a week, anytime I was at home, I closed the curtains, leaving them open just enough for me to peek through them. There was a couple of times you left the foyer light on, and it gave me just enough light to see that you were, in fact, watching my apartment.”
I remember that week. I fucking hated that week. I was a bastard to everyone around me because I didn’t get to see Emberleigh play with herself.
She giggles, and I realize I’m scowling. “That wasn’t a very good week for me,” I grumble, turning her giggle into a laugh.
I grab her under the arms and maneuver us until she’s straddling my lap, my cock nestled flat against her slick pussy. She’s always so wet for me. I bend my legs behind her, making sure her ass stays right where I want it.
“That hell was not funny. I think I went through withdrawals or some shit that week.”
Her fingers run through my hair as she looks down at me, her expression serious.
“Was it weird of me to like knowing you watched me?”
I grab one of her hands and bring the palm to my lips. Instead of answering her question, I ask one of my own. “Is it weird of me to love watching you?”
She smiles and shakes her head. “No. I love that you enjoy watching me.”
“Then there’s your answer.”
Her other palm slides down my neck and over my left pec. Her voice is a whisper when she speaks again.
“Is it weird of me to love you already?”
Her words and the slight tremble in her tone have my heart pounding double time in my chest. I put a hand on the back of her neck and pull her down to me.
When her lips are an inch away from mine, I ask, “Is it weird of me to love you already?”
The smile is back on her face, and it brings one to my own.
“No,” she answers softly.
I lean up and press a gentle kiss against her lips, then murmur, “Then there’s your answer.”
Epilogue
Emberleigh
Six months later…
NATHAN AND I SIT ON THE SOFA in my living room. My hand is in his, and I know my grip on his fingers must be crushing them. My heart pounds in my chest so hard I hear it in my ears. I swallow hard to keep away the tears that are threatening to spring free. Nathan’s thumb strokes the top of my hand, and it calms me slightly.
Sitting next to me is Avery. She’s worriedly biting her lip and her eyes glisten with tears, but she’s not allowing them to fall. She turned nine a month ago. Still so young, but always so strong. I want to pull her into my arms, but I refrain, not wanting to push something on her she might not be willing to accept at the moment. I just landed a huge blow to her, and she needs time to process it.
“So, you’re not my sister and Mom and Dad aren’t my mom and dad?” she asks, her voice wobbling.
God! It takes everything in me not to grab her hand and offer at least that comfort. I know this has to be tearing her up inside and confusing the hell out of her. She’s too young and shouldn’t have to go through something like this.
I clear my throat and try my best to keep my voice even. “Technically, no. But Avery, we can be whatever you want us to be. Whatever you feel comfortable with.”
“You’re my mom and they’re my grandparents.” It’s more of a statement than a question, but I still nod. I know this is just her way of trying to understand.
“And what about my real dad?”
Icy shards of glass pierce my chest. There is no way in hell I’m ready to tell her about her dad, and I don’t think she could handle it either. I’ll tell her when she’s older, more mature, more world wise. But I still need to tell her something. I flick my eyes to Nathan for a moment. I see the angry tic in his jaw at the reminder of what happened to me, but he gives me a nod of encouragement. When I told him and my parents a week ago that I felt it was time to talk to Avery, I also told them I was keeping that part to myself for now. They all agreed, knowing it would be too traumatic for her young ears.
I look back to Avery and pull in a deep breath.
“Your dad…” I pause and try to find the right words. “…wasn’t a good person.”
Her hands twist together in her lap, and the urge to take one in mine is too overpowering to resist any longer. I tentatively reach out and grab one, hoping she doesn’t try to pull it away. A breath of relief rushes from my lungs when she looks down at them, but doesn’t attempt to free her hand.
“What do you mean he wasn’t a good man? Did he do bad stuff?”
She lifts her head and the confusion on her face has me silently cursing Ricky and his friends to the lowest bowels of hell.
I keep my voice gentle. “I know this is all confusing and painful for you, but that’s something I can’t tell you yet. One day when you’re older I will.”
That’s a day I dread with all my heart. How do you tell your daughter her mom was raped by multiple men and she doesn’t know which is her father?
