Voyeur Extraordinaire(2)

I let out a frustrated sigh. Had my life gotten so pathetic that I was analyzing other people's bedrooms?

Yes.

Definitely, yes.

I let out another sigh, more resigned this time. Bruno wagged his stumpy tail and let out a yelp while he was busy tripping over my feet. His little pug face seemed to be smiling up at me. He was only ten months old and I'd bought him because I'd promised my dad that I'd have a guard dog if I lived alone. I had to bite back a snort. Dad hadn't been too pleased when he'd found out that I'd chosen a pug. I guess he'd imagined a German Shepard or a Great Dane or something like that. Maybe he should spend more time in my tiny apartment, then he’d realize how ridiculous his suggestion had been.

I tore my gaze from Bruno and was about to close the curtains when something in the illuminated window caught my attention. My eyes widened and a strange small gurgling noise escaped my throat.

Stumbling back, I almost ripped the curtains off but managed to pull them shut in a jerk as I tried to catch my breath. I drew in some desperately needed gulps of oxygen and tried to calm my racing heart.

A naked man.

There had been a naked man in the window.

My mind tried to wrap around the fact and my hands wouldn’t stop shaking while they were still clutching at the curtains. I wasn't sure why I hadn't let go of them yet but my body seemed unable to move. Slowly, and a bit guiltily, I leaned forward and peered through the gap between the curtains.

My eyes found the window; the light was on, and there he was.

The man stood in the middle of his room, in plain sight. Didn’t he know that everyone who peered at his window could see him? Maybe he enjoyed being watched. But now that I took a closer look, I noticed that only his chest was naked and he was still wearing beige pants. The sigh of relief – or maybe disappointment, I wasn't entirely sure – got stuck in my throat when a beautiful woman with long red hair came into view. She was naked.

I almost choked on my tongue when she knelt down in front of the man and pulled his pants down. Now I almost wished that the stupid brick building were closer to my apartment; then at least I'd have a better look. I bit down on my lower lip, feeling ashamed for that thought, but at the same time I couldn’t stop thinking about a solution for my problem.

A grin tugging at my lips, I turned around and hurried toward my wardrobe. I fell down on my knees and pulled out one of the moving boxes I used for storing old stuff. I threw away the lid and started rummaging in the box, ignoring the photos of me flashing my braces in stupid smiles and not caring if I spread my belongings all over the floor. At the bottom I finally found what I’d been looking for.

I grabbed the binoculars with a sweaty hand and jumped to my feet. My toes caught on a bump in the floor and I had to grab the wardrobe to steady myself. Whoa. I’d end up breaking my neck if I kept it up. Pathetic.

I hastily switched off the light, covering the room in blackness, before I positioned myself behind the curtains, hidden in the darkness of the room. With shaky hands, my pulse pounding in my veins, I brought the binoculars to my eyes and peered through them. After a moment, I found the illuminated window. My focus was on the upper part of the man, and I was mesmerized.

His eyes were closed and his head was tilted back in obvious pleasure. His hair was the most fascinating shade of blond, almost golden, and he was simply beautiful. I usually didn't use that word for men, but it was all I could think of when I looked at his face. His lips parted slightly and, though I couldn't hear it, I imagined he'd moaned. Slowly, my gaze traveled lower over his muscled chest, his taut stomach, the fine line of hair that led to his...

…cock. Oh my.

My face heated and I had to steady myself with a hand on the window frame.

His boxers had joined the pants on the ground by now and his erection stood on alert. The red-haired woman wrapped her fingers around his shaft and started pumping up and down slowly.

My mouth went dry when she parted her lips and began sucking him, her eyes watching him the entire time. She seemed so in control – as if she had no problem taking what she wanted. Heat pooled in my lower belly and I rubbed my thighs against each other to alleviate the sweet tension that was building in me.

I couldn't stop watching as the redhead sensually worked her mouth up and down, her fingers tracing every inch of his body. I wondered how his skin felt under her fingertips, how he tasted. Was he burning up the way I did? I allowed myself to close my eyes, imagining how it would feel to be the woman in that moment.

I shuddered and my lashes fluttered open.

The man placed his hands on the woman’s head and tangled them in her red curls, pushing her mouth up and down harder and faster. He was looking down at her, watching how she worked him and another silent moan escaped his lips.