Voyeur Extraordinaire(9)

You’re just jealous, my nasty little voice whispered. Adrian didn't seem to mind her faked smile as much, or maybe he just didn't notice. His gaze seemed to rest a few inches below her chin. Maybe his brain wasn't properly supplied with blood right now. If I had breasts like her, then maybe I would get his attention as well.

The woman walked toward him, swaying her hips in an exaggerated way. I worried that she might dislocate her pelvis or hip or something like that, if she kept her swaying up. Not that I hadn’t seen women walking like that before. In Jack’s bar half the waitresses had perfected the ass-waggling and hip-swaying, since it meant more tip money for them. Personally, I didn’t think I needed my ass touched any more than it already was, so I kept walking like a normal human being. Well, except for the few times my money troubles had reached a peak and I really needed a rise in tips.

The blond woman wrapped her arms around him and started grinding herself against his body as she thrust her tongue into his mouth. It looked like she was trying to choke him with it. Despite my dislike for the woman, I couldn't take my eyes from the scene. Or maybe because of it. Part of me wanted him to push her away, to realize what a bitch that woman was, but the other part hoped he’d at least wait until they were done.

Once again, I tried to imagine that I was the one kissing him and running my hands over his chest, feeling his hot skin. I thrust my hand into my panties when he pulled down her skirt and panties. Just like the redhead from two days ago, she was completely shaved. I couldn’t spot a single hair on her pussy. I wondered if Adrian preferred it that way. She leaned against the wall and he lifted one of her legs and put it on his right shoulder. My eyes grew wide. I’d seen a Kamasutra book on Amy’s bookshelf once but I’d thought nobody was capable of doing all the positions. But the girl didn’t seem to have a problem bending her body to her will. She could probably do at least half of the Kamasutra positions. Maybe that was why Adrian Black had chosen her. When he started kissing the inside of her thigh, I bit down on my lip to stop myself from moaning. If my neighbors heard me, they’d probably think I’d injured myself.

The woman thrust her hands into his hair when he trailed a tongue over her. I almost cursed aloud when he shifted, so the back of his head was in the way and I couldn't see what he was doing exactly. I closed my eyes and tried to imagine how his tongue would feel, but unfortunately my imagination wasn't good in that area.

With a frustrated sigh, I opened my eyes; just in time to see him grab her thighs and lift her up, pushing her against the wall. She threw her head back when he pushed into her. I started rubbing a finger over my sensitive folds. I slipped a finger into my core and rubbed my clit with my thumb, sending shivers of pleasure through me. Within seconds I came, but it wasn’t as intense as the last time. Somehow the knowledge that what I was experiencing wasn’t even close to the sensation the woman was feeling had ruined it for me.

A wave of guilt and shame washed over me, but not as bad as two days ago. I closed the curtains and plopped down on my bed. How I wished to feel his lips, his tongue, his hands...

I let out a groan. If possible my obsession with Adrian Black had gotten worse.





Chapter Four





I didn’t sleep much that night. I couldn’t get the smell of vomit out of my nose and every time I fell asleep I dreamed of ass-slapper puking all over me. I missed my dreams of Adrian Black; they never made me feel nauseous – quite the contrary.

That thought brought a smile to my face. Bruno’s eyes peeled open and I could have sworn he raised his eyebrows. He probably couldn’t remember the last time I’d been up before 6am. I patted his head and walked toward the bath-closet to take a shower. Thirty minutes later, I was outside, taking Bruno on an early morning walk. He sniffed the grass half-heartedly, obviously displeased at having to be up this early.

The bang of a door falling shut cut through the quiet. I spun around, heart pounding. Bruno yelped and tugged at the leash, as if he was ready to pounce on anyone who dared to attack. I admired his bravery, but I knew I’d just end up protecting him if anything happened.

There was no danger though. I watched a woman hurry away from the front door of the luxury apartment complex. She was buttoning her blouse, blond hair messy and make-up smeared around her eyes. And then I recognized her. She was the woman I’d seen in Adrian Black’s bedroom last night. Had something happened?

“Are you okay?” I half-shouted as she hurried in my direction. Her eyes flew toward me in surprise. She hadn’t seen me before. Her expression hardened. “Everything is fucking fine,” she said. But she didn’t sound fine.