Voyeur (19 page)

"So what's the deal with this girl at your house?" Tommy asked as they sat watching the snow fal out the window and sharing a couple of beers.

Braden was surprised Tommy hadn't asked more about Laura yesterday, but skiing had kept interrupting talking. He wasn't quite sure how to

answer, given the promise he'd made Laura about keeping the specifics just between them. "Let's just say," he began, "that I'm … expanding her sexual horizons."

Tommy's curiosity was clearly piqued. "Details?"

Ah, just what Braden couldn't provide. Maybe he'd said too much already—so he'd at least try to keep it simple. "Don't get me wrong, I think she

liked sex before, but"—he grinned—"she likes it better now. She's . . . losing her inhibitions."

Tommy laughed. "Under your expert tutelage, right?"

"Something like that." And Braden knew he should shut up if he real y wanted to keep his promise, but thinking about those inhibitions that had been dropping away from her, fal ing as smooth and effortless as the snow outside, he felt compel ed to add, "I like watching it happen, watching her let herself go. I think I’m coaxing something out of her that no other guy has ever bothered to look for in her before."

Tommy’s expression dripped with disbelief. "If you tel me she's like a butterfly bursting free of her cocoon, dude, I'l throw up."

Braden just laughed. He'd apparently gotten a little too insightful there. But if it changed the topic, that was probably a good idea. "You're just sour on women right now," he told his buddy. "You need to snap out of it."

"You're right. I do." Tommy took a swig from his longneck. "But something about the same old snow bunnies isn't working for me. It's not that I want another big relationship—I don't, not for a long time anyway—but I seem to attract such ... total airheads."

Braden raised his eyebrows. "This is news to you?" Braden had skied with Tommy enough in the eight years since they'd become neighbors and

friends—and gone with Tommy to enough bars, too—to know the girls who general y approached him. He was right—he drew rich little ski bunnies

without a thought in their pretty heads beyond what was hot in skiwear this season and how much they wanted to get laid. It wasn't that a girl needed

to be a rocket scientist, but even Braden could see where the chicks Tommy drew would get old fast.

"I guess I never cared about that before. But now, even if it's just a one-nighter, I'd like a woman I could at least have a decent conversation with before we fuck—know what I mean?"

"You need to make a change of some kind, dude," Braden advised him.

"Like what?"

Braden shrugged. "I don't know. Take a trip. Go to different bars— or slopes. Just do something to shake things up a little so you can get back on the horse and get on with your life. Which reminds me—you want to come down tonight, eat some pizza, meet Laura?"

Tommy drew back, clearly shocked. "You want me to meet this girl? This is
that
kind of thing?"

Braden blinked. "
What
kind of thing?"

"Dude," Tommy said, lowering his chin to flash a knowing expression, "we've been hanging out for a long time now, but you've never asked me to meet a girl."

True enough. Yet it wasn't like Tommy thought. "Look, it’s pizza. And beer. She just happens to be there. I'd invite you down either way."

Tommy tilted his head. "She doesn't mind trading in a night of sex for a night of hanging out with your buddy up the hil ? Hel ,
you
don’t mind that?"

Braden tipped his bottle to his mouth, then grinned. "I didn’t say you were staying
long!”

By the time Braden returned home, Laura was glad to see him. But damn, that was a bad sign—it meant she was starting to miss him when he

wasn't around.

She offered to help with the groceries, yet he declined, tel ing her to keep working. "But, uh, if you're close to a good stopping point for the day, get there."

She looked up. "Why’s that?"

He sent her a suggestive smile from the kitchen. "Tommy’s not coming 'til eight, so we've got a few hours. I'l take care of putting this stuff away, but then I'm running a bubble bath in the Jacuzzi."

On one hand, she real y hated to stop working this early. She'd done so wel resisting him this morning, and she'd had a great day writing, but she

hadn't reached her daily goal yet. On the other hand, though, her breasts ached and her pussy rippled at the thought of getting in a bathtub with

Braden. "Like bubble baths, do you?" she teased.

"When they come complete with sexy girls." He was unpacking canned goods from a brown paper bag.

"Oh, does yours have some of those in it already?"

He glanced up. "Only one. I cal her snowflake. But I can round up some more if you re interested in that type of experimentation."

She let out a slightly startled laugh. "For your information, you don’t have time for more than one—I'm going to keep you busy enough on
my own."

Fifteen minutes later, Laura closed the file containing her novel and padded up the stairs and into the bedroom. But she wasn't prepared for the

staggering sight that met her gaze.

Braden sat on the edge of the bubbling, sudsy Jacuzzi, naked and gorgeous, cock erect, a glass of wine in his hand. Another rested on the tile

enclosure next to him, and he'd even lit a couple of candles to glow in the shadowy light of the afternoon. She nearly lost her breath.

The corners of his mouth quirked into a sexy grin. "Come keep me busy, baby."

Laura didn't waste time—she was ready to get wet with Braden again. She pushed down her jogging pants, then shimmied from her cami and

panties, aware of his eyes glimmering on her.

Once naked, she stepped careful y into the tub, kneeling down into the bubbles as the warm, gurgling water began to massage her body beneath

the surface. Braden moved to join her, putting down his wine, until she said, "Stay where you are."

He stil ed in place and she positioned herself between his wel -muscled legs, then ran one wet palm up the length of his massive cock. She fol owed

the same path with her tongue and he hissed in his breath. After lowering a gentle kiss to the tip of his shaft, she smiled naughtily up at him. "Is this busy enough?"

He gave only a short nod, eyes dark on her. Then he whispered, "Suck me, honey."

He didn't have to ask twice, as Laura had quickly learned that taking Braden in her mouth was among her deepest pleasures. She lowered her lips

over his hardness, as always amazed at the incredible way he fil ed her mouth. She loved the low moans echoing from his throat, loved his hand in

her hair, raking through the tousled tresses since she'd forgo to put it up in a clip, too anxious to join him.

"So good, baby," he breathed over her.

When she eased up, letting his cock slip from her lips to peer up at him as she licked her way around the darkly engorged head, he said, "Trade

places with me."

As he lowered into the water, she stood, suds clinging to her skin when she sat up on the tile and spread her legs wide, no longer the slightest bit

hesitant to offer herself.

"Take a drink of your wine and look out the window," he told her, then leaned in to lick a soft path across her clit.

She sighed at the heavenly sensation, then sipped the wine. She glanced out the large window above the tub, wondering what he wanted her to see

since the snow had stopped.

"Look down at the house through the trees," he said, voice low.

Laura searched, finding the house nestled among the snow-covered pines, closer than she'd even realized another home was situated. And just as

Braden dragged another long lick up her center—she spotted two people fucking in the window.

Just like
they
were, she realized, gasping at the sight.

Suddenly, she was a voyeur, too.

“My neighbors, Stan and Candy,” he said from between her legs. She studied the couple as they stood in profile right inside the wide, uncurtained

window, Candy holding on to the back of a kitchen chair with both hands, naked, while Stan slammed into her from behind. Stan was classical y

handsome, light-haired, in his mid-forties. Candy looked closer to Laura’s age—a stacked brunette with large breasts that bounced with each

thrust.

Braden French-kissed Laura’s clit as she watched what took place in the window, and the sensation spread through her with even more intensity

than usual.

"Stan went to Vegas on business a few years back," Braden said, blowing on her clit and forcing a shiver. "He came home married to Candy, and she's been here ever since." He dragged another hot lick up her pussy, making her moan as she continued observing the two strangers having sex.

"Showgirl?" she managed, her voice thready.

"Stripper," Braden replied lowly. "Stan mentioned it over a beer with Tommy and me last summer."

Laura had grown breathless. Down through the trees, Candy's perfect body arched against her husband's, her face wrenched with hot desire. She

wore thigh-high fishnet stockings with black ruffled edges. "Do they do it in the window often?"

"Yeah, actual y." Braden's voice came even lower now and a glance down revealed him studying her parted cunt. She watched
him
instead of Stan and Candy as he pushed two fingers inside her and lowered another kiss to her clit.

"Mmm," she purred in response.

"Not sure if that's by accident," Braden went on, "or if maybe they want me to see. Of course, I'm not here al the time, but I guess they can tel when there's an SUV—or, in this case, two—in the driveway."

"And you watch them?" she asked, her heart beating harder and pulsing in her crotch where he now laved her. She looked back at the couple

through the window as Stan's hands rose from Candy's hips to her plump breasts, squeezing, kneading.

Braden peered up at her, his look pointed when she drew her gaze back inside.
"You’re
watching them."

"Oh God, you're right." She took a nervous sip of her wine.

"No, baby—you don't get it," Braden said, gently massaging her slick inner thighs with wet hands. "I
want
you to watch them—while I get you off."

Laura drew in her breath. Braden had such a way of making things she'd always considered extreme or even perverse seem completely normal.

"Watch them, Laura," he said again—because she was stil looking at
him.
"Watch them."

"Maybe I want to watch
you."
She was learning what a powerful aphrodisiac one's eyes could be, and she couldn't deny she loved the sight of him working his mouth between her thighs.

"Think
of me instead," he said. "And this time—just this time— watch
them.
For
me."

She let out a sigh.
Watch them for me.

For Braden, she would.

So as he thrust his fingers into her cunt and delivered rhythmic licks to the folds of flesh above, she peered back out the window, down through the

trees, and became what she'd briefly thought of herself as moments earlier. A voyeur.

She watched as Stan withdrew from Candy, his penis shining with wetness even this far away. Candy turned and sat back on the dining room table,

spreading her legs as wide for her husband as Laura spread for Braden now. Each of Braden’s licks echoed through her strong enough to make

her moan, and she began to thrust at him, lifting against his mouth.

When she glanced down at the arousing sight of Braden tonguing her pinkness, he stopped just long enough to say, "Watch them. In fact, tel me

what they're doing since I can't see."

Laura drew in another deep breath, then tried to describe what she witnessed in the house next door. "She's sitting on the table now. She has on

black stockings, and sexy, high-heeled shoes. He's . . . he's leaning over her, kissing her breasts, and now . . . now he's sliding into her, al the way."

For the first real time, Laura began to worry briefly that the neighbors could easily look up and see
her
through the window, especial y if they real y had sex in that particular spot hoping Braden would watch. But when, below, Braden latched on to her swol en clit, somehow both licking and

sucking at the same time, she quit worrying and just let herself go.

"He's . . . he's fucking her now," she went on, "and her legs are wrapped around his back, and her heels are digging into his skin. He's . . . doing it hard, real y hard. She's lying back on the table, and she looks . . . like she's screaming. And now she's . . ." She swal owed, overcome with mounting pleasure from Braden's mouth combined with what she was watching—and saying. "She's touching herself, rubbing herself while he fucks her."

Laura's own hands rose to her breasts without planning it, the nipples jutting into her palms. She continued pushing her own cunt at Braden's skil ed

mouth and knew she was rapidly approaching climax. "She's . . . stil rubbing herself, rubbing real y frantical y now, and she's . . Oh God, there it was

—orgasm, breaking over her hard. "Oh, oh God, baby. Oh, I’m coming! I'm coming!" She stopped watching Candy and Stan as her eyes fel shut,

her head dropping back. The climax rushed through her rough and jagged, her pussy feeling as if it were the biggest part of her.

When final y she came back down to feel the tile beneath her again—along with Braden's final sweet kiss on her clit—she found him wearing the

most wicked grin ever to grace his face. "Damn, honey, that was hot."

She bit her lip, her body stil pulsing with the aftershocks.
"What
was hot?"

"Tel ing me what you saw, al while you touched your pretty breasts. You made me so damn hard."

She cast a playful grin. "You were already hard."

His eyes shone glassy with lust. "Trust me, baby, you made me harder." His hand closed back over her thigh. "Now come down here into the water with me so I can get my cock inside you where it belongs."