Gun Shy(9)

Instead, he watched as she squeezed them, rolling the now red buds between her fingertips. He groaned at the image, semen trickling down his cock to the back of his hand.

He didn’t pay it attention, focused entirely on what the woman was doing in the room right next to his. Only a thin wall separated them, thin enough he’d been able to drill into it and install a wireless camera aimed right at her bed. It was despicable. Sure, it was. Hey, he’d never said he was an angel.

He’d just wanted to learn more about her, enough for him to win this silent battle he had going on with Scott. It was just a—seriously amazing—coincidence that he’d stumbled upon her getting herself off.

His mouth dry, he stared as she brought her hand down and turned the vibe on. He’d been so intent on her breasts he hadn’t noticed she’d pushed it inside her. He heard the toy start buzzing, the mic on the camera picking up the tiniest sounds. When her fingers slid along her slit, he swore he heard how wet she was.

“Oh baby,” he whispered, his fingers tightening around his length.

He wanted to come right along with her, and so he began timing his movements with hers. When her hips started rocking up and down, he knew she was close. Her lips were parted, her face flushed. Her breasts jiggled with every movement she made. She was soft and curvy and so fucking sexy he wanted nothing more than to sink into her and stay there until the end of time.

He pumped his cock and came right when she exploded, her strangled moan ringing in his ears. She quickly snapped her mouth shut, but he’d heard it. A smile appeared on his face as the words she’d just said echoed inside his head. He kept on watching as she sat up, her juices leaving a wet spot on the sheet. She ignored it and grabbed her nightshirt. Soon, she was all covered up again.

He forced himself to turn the camera off, knowing even though his screen was dark what he’d just seen would resonate for a long time. He cleaned himself up quickly and lay on his bed, closing his eyes so he could think about this.

He had a new plan to elaborate. Oh yes, he did.

* * * *

Drew watched his friend watch their roommate. They were locked in his room, the only sound the moans echoing from the screen in front of them.

“I can’t believe you filmed her,” Scott murmured, his eyes never leaving the naked woman they both wanted in their bed.

“I can’t believe she owns a vibe. She doesn’t look the type.”

“She’s a mystery for sure,” his friend replied. “Fuck, look at those tits!”

“I know. She’s got a killer body. She just keeps it hidden. God knows why. Okay, here it comes. Listen to this.” He pressed a button, amplifying the sound until all they could hear was Kristyn’s breathy voice. They watched as she pushed the toy deeper inside her, her hips rocking up and down. Her face reddened, her eyes closed as her orgasm hit and she moaned, “You feel so good, Scott. Oh yes, Drew, fuck me. Fuck me both. Oh yes!”

“Shit,” Scott leaned on the desk with both hands. “I don’t think I’ve been so close to coming in my pants in years.”

“Tell me about it.” Drew didn’t tell his friend how he’d already masturbated twice that morning just watching that video. Some things were better left unsaid. “What do we do now? She obviously wants us.”

“She didn’t know she was being watched. Maybe we’re just in her fantasies.”

Drew groaned. “What’s the fucking difference? If she’s getting off thinking about us then she obviously wants us.”

“She doesn’t seem the threesome type.”

“How do you know? She might hide herself from the rest of the world, but she’s different in the house. She’s a lot more carefree than she was at first. That means she’s comfortable with us, right?”

“I guess.”

“I think we should push her some more, see how she reacts.”

“I don’t know, Drew. I like her. I don’t want to scare her away.”

“I like her, too!” They both did; that was the problem.

She’d given them an out by obviously fantasizing about the three of them together. If she’d called out Scott’s name instead of his, he knew he wouldn’t have told his friend. It might not have been the nicest thing to do to the man he thought of as a brother, but Kristyn meant too much.

She’d made their house a home, and he couldn’t imagine not having her around anymore. Pushing the thought away, he leaned back in his chair and added, “Let’s just give it a try, okay? If she doesn’t respond then we’ll know we’re mistaken. But Scott, if it works…can you imagine if it works?”