I watch Valerie through the telescope from an apartment across the road. She turned down Chase’s offer to put a camera in her apartment, but I admit, I enjoy this more. We take turns watching her, making sure she’s safe, and we try to ensure she doesn’t notice.
Lights not on, everything the same except the telescope following her movements. Just to keep her safe of course, not to enjoy the fact that she’s barely ever completely dressed when she’s home.
We’ve had no problems for over a week. Hunter got an hour of her time for counseling and came back frustrated, but calm. Chase instantly booked an appointment for himself. Mr. Volkov isn’t thrilled since he says that having a set schedule makes them vulnerable, but that doesn’t mean Chase or Hunter listen.
We dragged her into this world. It’s our job to protect her from it.
I tell myself that again as Valerie drags her shirt over her head and sits against her desk to kick her shoes off. She leans back and fans herself, showing a delicious amount of cleavage. Her fingers undo her slacks and she slides them down as well, easing them over her hips and down her thighs.
I should have fucked her that night instead of just eating her out and letting her blow me. That last night when we were all with her. I still remember her taste, the way she clutched me closer to her sweet pussy and came for my tongue.
I remember how eagerly she took my cock down her throat.
And seeing her stripping now doesn’t make me any less hard despite the entire road between us. I turn the telescope to follow her as she goes to her window. She squints in my direction, leans her head to the side. She knows.
Reaching for her phone, she puts it to her ear and puts her back to me as she takes off her bra.
My phone rings in my pocket. I pull it out, see Valerie’s name and sigh. “Valerie.”
“I’m being watched.”
I stay silent for a moment.
“Lief, did you hear me. Some one is watching me from across the road. I know a telescope when I see one. It’s extra creepy considering he’s not turning a light on or anything.”
“Then how do you know you’re being watched?”
“Because the neon lights from the hotel make his long blond hair rather obvious.” She looks at me over her shoulder. “I thought I was clear when Chase offered a camera.”
She doesn’t wait for me to answer, she hangs up.
I sigh and start to text Hunter when I see her go for her bed. An area that I’m happy is in my line of sight. She lays down on the bed and teases me by nearly taking off her underwear. She toys with them as I harden
Valerie’s other hand strokes her breast, circles her nipple. Her back arches and I can practically hear the breathy little sounds she makes. Her hips roll against her hand and she turns her flushed face in my direction.
I lick over my bottom lip. We’ve managed one week without touching her. We agreed we wouldn’t. And she’s made it clear, every time we’ve seen her, that she wants her distance. But this tease, her fingers sinking below her panties, moving under the fabric until her lips part and her back arches …
I can’t stand it. I’m weak if she’s involved.
Her eyes close and she pinches her nipple as her fingers keep moving under the fabric of her panties, driving me insane. I have the discipline to hold out. I have to hold out. But when her gorgeous dark eyes look over to make sure I’m still watching, that control and discipline means nothing.
I know a girl that wants company when I see one.
And I know that Valerie, despite loving to tease, prefers one of us on her, or in her.
I get up, walk down the service stairs of the apartment building, cross the road, and easily get to her apartment door. I hesitate until she moans. The locks are easy enough. I get the bottom two undone, and gently twist the knob.
The door doesn’t catch on the top lock I installed. We’ll have to talk about that, after I take care of her.
I lock both locks and hear her breathing hitch. Taking off my shirt, I walk over to the bed. Her eyes stroke over me, but she’s not touching herself anymore.
“I didn’t invite you over.”
“Yes, you did.”
Her cheeks turn red. “You can’t just break-in. You can’t just watch me.”
She gets up and pokes my chest, but I see her eyes drop when her belly brushes my hardness. Her voice drops to that damn sultry whisper as she tries to focus. “Fuck you and fuck them.”
“Fuck them later,” I agree, then pick her up. “Fuck me now.”
Dropping her in bed, I slowly kiss down her throat. I brace my hands on either side of her, making sure she can leave if she wants to. That she can push me away. Instead, her fingers brush over my arms, one following a line of ink.
“Lief,” She moans as I nibble at her collarbone.
Her back arches. “You shouldn’t be here.”
“Tell me to go,” I hum in her ear before sucking the lobe and stroking it with my tongue.
When the silence continues, so do I. I claim her mouth in a hungry kiss, one that’s been building up for a week, and then I hold her wrist over her head, keeping my fingers gentle. But Valerie isn’t gentle. She groans and bites my bottom lip, and forces her tongue into my mouth. Wraps her legs around me.
She made her choice.
“Any of the guys watching over there?” She hisses as I suck her nipple between my lips and lick. “Pervs.”
“No. My night.” I hum, kissing across her chest. “Only me.”
“You realize how ridiculous it is?” But she’s losing venom.
Her fingers knot in my hair as I kiss over her belly. I hook my fingers in her underwear and drag them down her legs. I know what I want and I’m not missing this opportunity again.
“I don’t need a babysitter or three stalkers who invade my privacy.”
I stroke over her pussy, fingers light. She pants and spreads her legs for me, but I don’t finger her. I just watch my fingers teasing on either side of her clit and spreading her open so I can see exactly how wet she is.
“Lief, are you listening to me?”
“I think you like me invading your privacy.” I lift my eyes to hers. “But if you’d rather I go …”
I start to get up and she follows, grabbing my hand. “You don’t get to play the hero and the villain at the same time. Choose which one you want to be.”
“I’m not a good man,” I say clearly.
She tugs me back, putting my hand over her pussy. Fuck. I stroke over her clit and she trembles. “That doesn’t answer the question.”
I can’t think when she guides my fingers where she wants them, pushing two of my fingers inside her wetness.
“Follow through or leave.” She orders. “I don’t like the gray area.”
I curl my fingers inside her and she moans, pressing her lips to my chest and going for my pants. I finger her hard and deep as she strips me and kisses me anywhere she can reach. I wrap one arm around her waist and then pick her up, so her pussy rubs against my cock with every roll of her hips.
Carrying her to her window, I turn her to face it. I lick and nibble her throat as I keep fingering her and rubbing my cock against her ass.
“I wish Hunter or Chase could watch this.”
“Definitely a villain.” She hums.
I pull her leg up and thrust deep inside her. Valerie braces herself on the glass as her head falls back to my shoulder. I missed being inside her, missed claiming her, missed her sass and teasing and everything else.
I pound into her hard and fast, cupping her breast and rubbing her clit as I do. She moans. “This isn’t going to happen every time.”
A smile curves my lips, but I just kiss across her jaw.
“I mean it. I …. Oh, fuck.” Her fingers curl against the glass and I see the reflection of her dilated eyes, so dark and needy. Lifting my hand from her breast, I tangle my fingers in her dark hair. I pull back until she’s looking up at me, whimpering as she takes every thrust I give. She pants. “Don’t stop.”
“Not until you come,” I agree.
I fuck her harder, faster, needing to make her come, needing to know this is real. Her arm wraps around my neck and she rolls her hips back against me, taking me deeper. “Fuck, Lief. Just like that.”
I pull her leg up even higher so I can fill her completely. Her pussy quivers around my cock, tightening and then she explodes. So wet, so loud, and all mine. My name is the only word on her tongue and I’ve never liked it more.
When her legs nearly give out, I carry her to bed and drop her on her back. “I’m not done with you, Valerie.”
“You never are,” She hums.
I lick down her body until I get to taste her sweetness. She moans and bunches my hair up in her hands. I groan as I lap at her pussy, teasing her with strokes and licks, hitting the spots she likes.
When she comes again, I thrust back inside her. She sits up slightly, her lips in an ‘o’ as she watches our bodies come together. Gripping my shoulders, she meets every thrust. I lose track of everything when I’m inside her. She feels too damn good.
She moves against me like a nymph and digs her nails into my slick skin as if she can mark me as hers. Her hot breath fills my ear. “Lief, I want to make you come.”
“I’m close,” I promise, then turn to kiss her. “Come with me.”
She whimpers as I pull her onto my lap. Our pace increases and Valerie’s moans get louder and louder until she bites my shoulder to muffle her climax. She’s so tight around my cock, that I can’t pull out as I come with her. My hands clamp down on her thighs as I grind deeper inside her.
I pull her down with me, cuddling her and kissing her softly. She draws out each kiss, following for more every time I pull away.
“Fuck you,” She hums against my throat finally.
“Again?”
“Fuck you for being …. being impossible to resist.” Her muscles tense, like she wants to run.
I rub her back and kiss her temple. My fingers work through her hair, gently petting and stroking until she calms in my arms until she’s just as soft and warm as the last time we cuddled. I close my eyes and wrap one of my legs around her greedily.
“You should go.” Her voice is hollow, off.
“Or you could take care of me,” I offer. “I haven’t eaten all day. Only had water and Vodka.”
Her eyes are narrow at me as she looks up. “I’m going to kick your ass for that shit and you know it.”
I smirk as she gets up and tugs my hand. “Let’s go, Viking. Shower, then food, but then you’re gone. No more watching, no more being some creepy peeping Tom. Got it?”
I show her my crossed fingers. “Sure, little viper.”
She shakes her head but keeps dragging me to the shower before scrubbing me down and grumbling about my lack of boundaries.