The woman looked relieved. “Okay. Thank you.”
Simon wrote some notes in her chart and then took out his prescription pad and wrote some more. Ripping the script from the pad with a loud tearing sound, he smiled warmly at the patient. “Do you have any questions?”
“No. I feel better already.”
He nodded. “It will probably take Dr. Evans an hour or so to get down here. So, why don’t you try to lie back and relax. I’ll come check back on you in a bit.”
“Okay.”
Simon turned to me and handed me the chart. Then he handed me the prescription he’d written. “This is for the patient with the elevated heart rate.”
I furrowed my brows. “Elevated heart rate?”
“Yes. This should help her to relax a bit.” Simon winked, opened the door, and walked out.
I tucked the script into my scrub pocket and waited until I was alone before taking it out again. Which was a really good thing since I almost passed out reading what he’d written.
Eleven p.m. tonight, sharp. Why watch a video when you can see the action live? I’ll leave my door open enough so you can watch.
I’d spent the last eight hours debating what I was going to do. I knew without a shadow of a doubt that Simon wasn’t kidding when he’d written that note. He’d read my letter and decided that since I’d declined to join him, he’d at least give me the P.S. I’d requested. It was 10:55—five minutes to show time.
I couldn’t believe I was even considering going to watch. I’d never even watched Ben masturbate. But the thought of getting to witness Simon pleasure himself live, in the flesh, was way too erotic to not give it serious consideration. Maybe I can just sneak a peek, and he wouldn’t even know it?
Shocking even myself, at 10:59 I left my room. I listened at Brendan’s door to make sure he was sleeping and then headed to the kitchen. Opening the fridge, I looked around and then pretended I’d been searching for a bottle of water. Who was I even trying to kid? The door leading to the converted garage was open, and I could see light streaming down the hall from where Simon’s room was illuminated.
My heart was hammering inside the wall of my chest as I creaked the door open and stepped into the hall. It was probably only ten feet to Simon’s room. Panicking, I realized I might be throwing off a shadow that he could see, so I leaned my back against the wall in a stealth move to conceal I was there. Blood whished around in my ears from my accelerated heartbeat, making it difficult to hear. I held my breath to listen for any sounds of life coming from Simon’s room and then shimmied along the wall to get closer.
The sound of deep, heavy breaths made me freeze.
Oh my God.
Simon was really doing this.
Only a couple of feet separated me from watching Simon masturbate.
And he wanted me to watch him.
He’d invited me to come.
His panting was getting louder and louder and making me lose my mind. Which would explain how I summoned the courage to go closer—I’d most definitely lost my mind.
Just as Simon had said in his note, the door was left open a crack—enough for me to look through. So, I did. Disregarding all of the warning bells that were going off in my head that this wasn’t a good idea, I tip-toed to his door and peeked inside.
My knees nearly buckled at the sight. Simon was completely naked, lying back on his bed. His right hand was wrapped around his ridiculously thick cock, and he was slowly stroking himself up and down.
Jesus.
I thought I might come before he did. Thank God fear had frozen me in place, or I might have done something even crazier like walk in and climb on top of him. The urge to do that was stronger than any urge I’d ever had in my entire life. I wanted to ride him more than I wanted to take my next breath. And this was coming from a woman who’d always preferred the missionary position.
The speed of his pumping increased, and I wondered if he knew I was watching. I couldn’t actually know, because I was completely unable to take my eyes off his hand. As the intensity of his strokes increased, his grip around the long shaft seemed to tighten. His breathing became louder and he let out a few groans, which forced my eyes to dislodge from his hand and finally look at Simon’s face. God, he’s beautiful. His eyes were closed, and his lips were parted letting in and out deep breaths as his chest heaved in unison. Then he spoke. His words were hoarse gasps of air, but I heard every one of them.
“Bridget. Fuck. Bridget.”
The hand that wasn’t furiously fisting his cock, reached down and cupped his balls. Everything else in the world seemed to fade away as I watched the most amazingly erotic thing I’d ever witnessed in my life. My eyes were darting back and forth between watching his face and watching his hands. I felt the wetness between my own legs, and for a second, I thought I might be able to come without ever even touching myself.