Cool water kept the fire inside her under control while she played with herself. She used two fingers to pierce her sex. She squeezed at her breast and pinched her nipple hard. White spots danced before her eyes, growing wider and brighter with each thrust of her fingers into her pussy. Arousal licked at her skin. Visions of Riel biting, sucking, and taking her increased the tension in her womb.
Widening her stance, she deepened the penetration of her fingers and flicked her thumb over her clit. Breathy whimpers rushed up her throat and out of her mouth. She quickened her fingers, and then she shattered. One loud moan and her body shook. Knees buckling, she slid down the wall until she was sitting on the tub, gasping for air. The cool water continued to rain over her heated skin. Good god. She really needed to get laid.
After she walked out of the bathroom dressed in her robe. Temptation called her back to the window. Taking quiet steps, she peered out of the window to the side facing Riel’s yard. There was no one there.
Movement made her turn her head. A big brown wolf ran into his yard from the woods. The animal seemed massive. His large body was covered in thick, light-brown fur. He had teeth that could probably slice and dice better than her grandmother’s Japanese knives. She gaped at him, wishing she were up close to see how big he really was. The wolf stopped and looked up at her window. He howled and moved toward a lounge chair.
And he shifted into one very naked, human Riel.
She gulped. His back was to her, and his perfect body flexed. Holy shit, he had the sexiest ass ever. The tattoo she’d seen on his back earlier was clearer now. A large wolf head drawn in tribal ink took over his entire back. It appeared to be staring right at her, and damn did it make her shiver. When Riel sat down, she almost fell out of the window. His cock was thick, long, and fully erect.
Dios mio. He lay down on the lounger and stroked his cock. Well, damn. She was now a peeper and didn’t give a shit. Her mouth watered, and her thoughts turned to getting down on all four and sucking him off.
Don’t stop. I want to watch you come. As if he’d heard her thoughts, his gaze strayed back to her window. He wrapped a large hand around his cock and continued to jerk off. Beads of precum gathered at the top of his dick. He used it to lubricate his shaft and then went back to thrusting his cock into his grip. She licked at her dry lips, gawking in fascination.
His jerks increased in pace, and her breath hitched. Gripping the window ledge, she panted in unison with his jerks. He shifted until his cock was pointed to the side. Finally, he threw his head back and growled. His semen shot out, and he continued to milk his cock. Goodness. That was so hot.
His chest rose as he took a deep breath and shot up in his seat. She stepped back in a panic, wondering if he’d seen her. Out of its own volition, her body moved to the window again. He grabbed a towel and headed to the back entrance of his house.
“Wow.” If there was a nosy neighbor award, she’d definitely win it. But who the hell cared? She had just visually intruded in Riel’s private self-pleasure moment and didn’t even feel a little bad about it. He was hot, and she’d gladly spend another year volunteering in the jungle if it meant she’d get to have him as her form of sexual release.
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Sam groaned when a loud knocking interrupted her sleep. Sunlight streamed through her open windows. She flipped to her stomach, threw a pillow over her head, and tried to ignore the incessant knocking. When the loud yell of her name penetrated through the pillow, she cursed and threw the pillow to the floor. Goddamn! She sat up in bed. Who the hell dared to mess with her sleep? Then she remembered she’d gone to bed naked. Her body had gone into overdrive after seeing Riel’s private show. She’d ended up pulling out the vibrator and using it to relieve her sad, horny state.
It took some mental maneuvering, but she was able to talk her body into getting off the bed. She pulled on another set of tank-top-and-short pajamas, adding a robe over her outfit. She didn’t bother fixing her messy ponytail.
Teeth brushed and mouth clean, because she didn’t want to yell at anyone while there were dead soldiers in her mouth, she felt ready to face whoever was at the door. She was barefoot and in need of caffeine. She muttered her way down the stairs to the front door, growing about needing rest and sex.
“Sam!” She heard the voice yell again. Only this time she recognized it as Nat’s.
She sighed and threw her door open. Within seconds she was being enveloped in a bear hug by her best friend since the third grade.
Natalia took a step back and stared at her from head to toe with wide green eyes. “Oh my goodness, Samira. You look fantastic. Como—How the heck did you manage to do that while living in the jungle? How did I not see this when we did those video conferences?”