4
Kevin
Ipeer through the slit in the closet door, keeping my breath calm and quiet. I made the mistake of taking this too far. I didn’t plan for them to come home so soon. I rationalize with myself that this was all an accident. Yes, I intentionally snuck into her apartment, but I didn’t mean to be here when they got home.
“Come here,” Emily says to him, patting the bed beside her as she sits down. He looks at her with hungry eyes—the same eyes I once had for her. The eyes I still have for her.
Without words, he strips off his shirt and climbs over her. Long, passionate kisses pass between them. Her lips chase after his as if she needs them to live.
She never kissed me like that.
Guilt seeps into my gut and I drop my gaze for a moment, but the desire to watch her grows too strong. I look again, and she’s shirtless. My lips purse because she isn’t hiding her body from him. Instead of fear and shame, her eyes burn with anticipation. I had to force her hands away when she tried to hide from me, but with him, her hands race along his chest freely. There’s no sign of inhibition.
He unclips her bra and throws it to the ground, and I drop my head again at the sight of her perfect breasts. I remember how her nipples felt in my mouth—perfect and hard. She moans softly as he licks them.
I scoot away from the door to catch my breath. Seeing them together causes my stomach to clench. I adjust my leg and send a fallen hanger against a safe nestled in the closet. The noise it creates is like an explosion over the silence and soft moans.
Shit.
Every muscle tightens in my body as I wait for the door to whip open. I don’t want to fight him, but I will.
After a few tense seconds, I crawl back to the slit in the door and look out again. He’s between her full thighs with his hands looped around them. Her back arches, her beautiful chest rises, and her lips pout as soft whimpers leave them. She grabs his hair, burying him where I dream of being again.
Her thighs tremble against his head, and another moan leaves her lips and sends vibrations through my chest. I hate remembering how her soft thighs gripped mine as I made her come. My dick throbs, and I shake my head. My heart, head, and cock are not on the same page. I’m not even sure we’re in the same fucking book.
Jealousy and anger course through me, but I’m also so fucking turned on that I can’t even think straight. What person gets to watch their naked ex come again?
Oh, yeah. Creepy ones.
“I want you to fuck me,” she whispers through a whimper.
The sentence makes me ache. I try to quiet the sound of the zipper as I unfasten my jeans. My conscience—whatever’s left of it—tells me to stop, but the throbbing is unbearable.
Fuck. This is wrong. Like the next episode of Dateline wrong.
I peer out of the closet and watch him climb over her. He wraps her thighs around his hips and thrusts into her, making her gasp. The bed rocks forward with his strength. I stroke myself, frustrated that I can’t imagine myself inside her. Everywhere I look, his roving mouth is on her body.
Even through my frustration, I fight back soft moans as my hand strokes me. I drop back my head and close my eyes, trying to imagine my cock buried inside her. How warm and wet she’d be as I fucked her until I filled her.
Goddamn it.
“Get on top of me, love,” he says with a voice that makes me lift a brow. He pulls out of her, and I cringe at his lengthy cock. It glistens with her wetness.
What I lack in length, I make up for in stretching girth. I don’t need a third of my dick cold and neglected when I can fill her with my thickness, stretching her around me and making her feel as full as possible.
My strokes hasten as he lays down and she climbs on top of him. The perfectly round globes of her ass cause my breath to catch in my throat. The memories of my hands squeezing her hips flood me. She lowers herself onto his cock, and I nearly groan in jealousy. Emily’s hips rock back and forth as she grinds herself into him. Their moans fall over each other, and I let them blanket a soft moan of my own.
“God, you feel so good, baby girl,” he says. A moan follows his words.
Fuck, I know she does.
He reaches a hand through the delicious valley of her breasts and grips her throat.
“I know you’re getting close,” he whispers.
Hesqueezes Emily’s throat, and she allows it. She’s getting off on it.
My hand stops its chase. Anger rises into my gut and scares off the pleasure. Is this because of what I did to her? Am I somehow pleasing her still? The throb returns with a vengeance, and I let my hand resume its pace.
I watch the flushing red of her cheeks, the roll of her eyes as he squeezes harder. I grip the base of my cock to keep from coming. The earth-shattering moans as she shudders with trembling thighs—I’d know that sound anywhere. She came.
She leans forward and presses her breasts against his chest, riding a tidal wave of pleasure.
“Hands and knees,” hecommands her.
She nods with a playful bite of her lip. Watching her position herself on her hands and knees with her incredible ass in the air nearly makes me come. If I angle it right, I can cut him out of the picture. I see only her ass as she’s pounded. I let a moan slip over the slap of skin on skin and the cries of pleasure erupting from her parted lips. I close my eyes and envision what she looks like. Her back curving in front of me. Her head rearing back. Deep-red curls falling past her shoulders. I can almost feel her around me as I stroke faster.
I come as their merged bodies produce passionate “I love you’s,” and I catch most of the remnants in my free hand.
I did not think this through. Gross.
“Not sorry, man,” I mumble as I wiped it on his suit. I almost chuckle as I imagine him pulling it out and wondering about the stain on the bottom of his jacket. I hope it’s on his wedding day.
Congratulations, brother. Enjoy my jizz.
He came as I panicked about where to discard my load, and now they lie beside each other, intertwined at the hips.
“You’re my everything, David,” Emily says.
I roll my eyes, sit back, and drop my head against the wall. I would almost prefer jumping out and getting jailed over listening to this.
“Em, you make me higher and happier than any drug. I love you.”
I nearly vomit in my mouth. Addict analogies. How smooth.
Yes, jail would be infinitely better than this.