Watching You

She sat, still on her knees in front of him, and looked up at him. She didn't know what to expect. What would he say or do now that it was over? He reached down and she thought he was going to lift her up, but instead his hand moved down and brushed her fingers aside. She felt his fingers against her pussy lips for a second and then one thick finger was inside her. She moaned, closed her eyes and titled her hips forward, but just as quickly as he had inserted his finger he removed it. Surprised she opened her eyes.

He lifted his finger and brought it to his to his mouth where his tongue darted out and licked her juices. The sight of it, the knowledge that it was her pussy juices on his finger that he was licking off was too much. With a suddenness that she had never known before she came again and with the power of it she leaned forward. Her head was in his lap and his now-soft cock brushed up against her cheek.

When she was able to move again she turned her head and gently kissed it.

Chapter Seven

"We're here."

She heard the cab driver, but she wanted to ignore him. She felt sated and sleepy and wanted nothing more than to close her eyes and drift off. It was Harry who pulled her up to the seat, pulled her t-shirt down, straightened her panties and wiped the corner of her mouth with the edge of his finger.

They got out of the cab and she stood staring at the hotel, a lackluster, two-storied building. She heard the cabbie say, "You're a lucky man," but she didn't hear if Harry answered.

He grabbed her arm and together they walked towards the hotel. At the entrance a lady was standing with a clipboard and when they gave their names she handed each of them a key. She was on the second floor and Harry was on the third. They went over to the elevator and he hesitated. "Your room or mine?"

She looked up and met his eyes. His pupils were still dilated and she could clearly see the desire on his face. She shook her head and said, "I don't care." He pressed the button for the third floor and they ascended in silence. Standing next to one another their hands were the only part of their bodies that touched as the movement of the elevator made them brush up against each other.

At the door to his room he inserted his key card and as the door swung open he reached out and grabbed her hand. He pulled her into the room after him and flipped a switch on the wall the flooded the room with light. As the door swung shut he turned, pushed her coat down around her shoulders and kissed her.

Her legs suddenly felt too weak to support her weight and she leaned against him until he pressed her back up against the wall. Grateful for the wall's support she groaned as he dragged his mouth from hers and kissed a trail down the side of her neck.

His hands were busy as well. She felt one on her hip as he pressed her back and one on the side of her breast. His leg came up and with his knee he spread her legs. "Tell me you want me," he said in a rough voice.

"Yes."

"Say it."

"I want you. I want you so badly."

"Say my name."

"Harry."

"Tell me you want me to fuck you."

"Oh God yes. Please Harry, please fuck me."

His mouth moved back to hers in a kiss that stole her breath before he jerked back and pushed her roughly back against the wall. "Say it again."

She looked into his eyes; they were wild with desire, as she knew her own must be as well. "Fuck me Harry. Please fuck me." He nodded and smiled and she bent her head to watch as he reached down and ripped her black panties and pulled them off.

Her head went back against the wall and she groaned again. She was more turned on than she had ever been in her life. She felt his blunt fingers against her and she opened her eyes again to watch. "Ahhhhh," she moaned as her eyes followed his fingers and they went in and out of her hot, tight passage.

With a sudden movement he pulled his fingers back and as she watched he went down to his knees. Her breath caught in a gasp as he looked up. His cheekbones were standing out sharply under the skin of his face that was pulled taunt with desire and a rush of blood infused the skin of his chest. He bent his head and she closed her eyes expecting a hesitant touch of his tongue to her pussy, but he wasn't hesitant at all. She felt his nose press against her clit and then as his fingers parted her lips she felt his tongue move to lick the place where his fingers had been.

"Oh Goddddddddd. Oh God. Harry please!" She reached down to tangle her fingers in his short, dark hair just as his hands came up and lifted her. Using all of his strength he moved her so that one of her legs was over his shoulder and he held the weight of her up. For a second she thought about how much she weighed, how heavy she must be compared to the blonde that he had slept with before, but then his tongue started moving in imitation of what he would do soon with his cock and she forgot about the blonde. Forgot about her weight and her belly, forgot about everything except his mouth on her pussy.

She was on the verge of coming when she felt him pull away. She opened her eyes and franticly grabbed his shoulders. "No please I'm so close. Please!" He stood up and kissed her and she tasted herself on his tongue. "Shhh," he said. "I've got you."

His hand went back down between their bodies and softly he rubbed her clit. She closed her eyes again and put her head back against the wall. "Not yet," he whispered and she opened her eyes to see him pushing his boxers down. His beautiful cock sprang free and she reached out to grab it, but he pushed her hand away and shook his head.

He reached his arm out and pushed open the bathroom door that was behind them. He felt around until he found the light switch and flicked it on. He pulled her towards him, pushed her coat fully off and lifted the hem of her t-shirt to take it off. She hesitated for a second, not wanting to expose her fleshy belly, but then she lifted her arms. He didn't even seem to glance down at her body as he grabbed her by the waist and pushed her into the bathroom in front of him.

"What were we going to do? Take a bath?"

She turned to look at him but he pushed her back until she was facing the mirror. Their eyes met in the mirror and he smiled. It made a trickle of fluid escape her sopping wet pussy to run down her leg. She felt it and went to put her hand down to wipe it away, but before she could he pushed her until she was leaning against the sink.

The sink was just above her waist, with a tan fake-marble surface devoid of anything except for two wash clothes and a small basket of toiletries. She braced her hands on the sink and looked up to meet his eyes in the mirror. As she did he parted her legs and entered her from behind.

It was so sudden, so unexpected and yet wanted, that she let out a small scream. Her eyes, when they were able to focus again, met his and she watched as his own flickered before opening again. She couldn't see his cock as he plunged it over and over again into her hot, slick pussy, but she didn't need to. She could feel it and what she could see was his strong hands on her waist as he held her, and his face as he pumped in and out of her. She had never watched a man before as he fucked her and at first it was almost too much. It seemed impossible to appreciate the sensations in her pussy, the fullness, the tightness, the heat of him as well as watch him, but she quickly learned.

He titled her hips up and she moaned and closed her eyes. When she opened them he leaned forward, kissed her shoulder and then bit down on the place where he had kissed. She saw a rush of blood flood her chest, arms and face as her orgasm built and he watched it as well before leaning forward again. She closed her eyes in anticipation of his bite, but when it didn't come she opened her eyes to see that he was watching her. Their eyes locked and he pulled back. She tried to grasp at his arms, she didn't want him to leave her, but he didn't pull all the way out. Instead he shifted so that the sides of their bodies were reflected in the mirror.

"Brace yourself on the door jam," he said, and she reached out and grabbed it. His thrusts began to speed up and as she watched their reflections in the mirror his cock plunged and withdraw again and again. The sight of it was so overwhelming that it only took a few strokes before the wave hit and she shook with the force of it. Her hands came down to grasp his hands, which were still holding her hips, and when she was able to open her eyes again it was to see his flushed face and his still-swollen cock as he furiously pounded into her.

The sight of it made her pussy twitch with her still-fading orgasm and when he pushed her roughly against the sink she put her hands out to brace herself. He was rough then, his thrusts made her hips hit the counter and she knew that she would be bruised later, but she didn't care. She loved watching his face, loved seeing him bite his bottom lip as he propelled himself on towards his own climax.

He grunted and groaned as he rammed her, looking less like a man and more like an animal. It made her pussy vibrate again and somehow he knew because his finger came out and found her clit again. When he touched it she screamed again and he opened his eyes to look at her in the mirror. "Say it," he demanded.

She looked at him and then down at his finger, which she could see between her wet lips and said it, "Fuck me Harry. Fuck me." And with a groan she felt his cock flex within her and she felt the hotness of his cum pour into her pussy. With the feel of it, with the feel of the hot flood, she exploded again and reached forward to brace her hands against the mirror as her body shook with the force of her orgasm.

Chapter Eight

When it was finally over she pulled away and moved until she was sitting on the floor. Harry sank down to the toilet and sat on its closed lid. His hand ran gently over her bent head and she moved to press her head against his knee. It was a few minutes before he said anything and when he did his voice was soft, almost gentle, as he asked, "Did you like that?"

She laughed and nodded her head against his leg. "You don't know?"

He laughed and she felt it as a vibration in his leg. "I thought so but I just wanted to make sure." She looked up and when their eyes met he brought his hand down and ran a finger across her bottom lip. She smiled and sent her tongue out to touch it. "Did you like watching?"

She nodded and he smiled. "I thought you might." Something in her chest turned over and she pulled back from him. "Why?" He tilted his head and his smile turned into a grin. "Because you like to watch me."

She gasped in horror and jerked back. His face fell, but she was so busy trying to get up and out of the bathroom that she didn't notice. "Where are you going?" he asked, but she didn't answer him. She scrambled to the hall, grabbed her coat, and put it on as she took two steps towards the front door, but he was there before she could open it and he blocked it. "What's wrong? Where are you going?"

Too embarrassed to look at him she turned and fled into the room. There was no way out except the door, they were on the third floor and though she contemplated opening the window and jumping, she didn't. "Alice look at me."

But she didn't. She couldn't. So she shook her head before burying her head in her hands. "Alice please! Look at me."

She shook her head again and when his hand and touched her back the tears started. "Why are you crying? I'm sorry. I didn't mean to upset you. What is it?" He pulled her around to face him, but she wouldn't look up so he pulled her against him and she buried her face against his naked chest. For a minute her mind went blank as she felt him, hard again, against her stomach. She pulled back, brought her coat closed, and then leaned back into him again. "What's wrong?"

"I'm so embarrassed," she finally managed to whisper. He actually had the nerve to laugh and hearing it she squeezed her fist together and hit his side. "Sorry. Sorry! But come on Alice it is funny."

"No it's not. It's mortifying."

"Why? I loved it."

She pulled back and looked up at his face. "You did?"

He snorted. "Hell yeah! I've never exercised so much in my life! I became so obsessed that I was exercising four times a day. When you didn't show up I was miserable."

"You were?"

He nodded. "It turned me on to have you there. To know you were watching. When you left I would take a shower and jack off as I thought about you." Her eyes widened in shock and he nodded again. "It was the hottest fucking thing I have ever been a part of, though tonight came pretty close, and what you did in the cab will always be a favorite memory, but there was something about you watching me that made me harder than I've ever been in my life. Knowing that you were watching, knowing that your hands were in your panties-"

She cut him off and slapped him again, "How do you know that? How could you?" His eyebrow went up and he shook his head. "Alice there was a mirror on the floor in front of me. Every time I came down I could see you standing outside the window and one night I saw the movement of your hand as you rubbed yourself off. I was so hard that I almost came in my shorts."

She shook her head and asked, "Is that why you never turned around?" He nodded. "I didn't want to scare my little peeping Alice away."

"You knew my name?" He laughed and nodded. "You really don't think that I'm not going to try and find out everything I possible can about the girl who watches me and masturbates outside my window? Fuck yeah I found out your name! You're lucky I didn't come charging up those stairs in the middle of the night, break down your door and fuck you senseless. More than once I thought about it."

Shyly she smiled, "I wouldn't have minded." He laughed and pushed her back. "That's my girl. Now I think we need to get you out of this jacket."

"We do?"

He smiled. "Yes. Then you're going to go lay on that bed and I'm going to sit in this chair and watch as you finger yourself, and your not going to stop until you come so hard that you scream my name."

Hesitant she looked down at the plumpness of her belly and his eyes followed hers. He ran his hand across her stomach and she tried to suck it in so that it would be flatter, but she couldn't hold her breath that long. "Alice," he whispered, "You're wasting time and I have a lot of things that I want us to do tonight."

Surprised she looked up at him. "You do?" He nodded. "We're going to watch each other masturbate, take at least one shower together, I'm going to eat you out at least once more and then if you feel like it, I have something special I want to do."

Unsure she looked at him. "What?"

He shook his head. "I'm not telling. It's a surprise. You don't have to do it, but I hope you will." Right then she would have done anything she asked. She stepped back, straightened her shoulders and moved over to the bed. She crawled in and turned to face him with her shoulders propped up against the pillows. He sat in the desk chair at the foot of the bed and as she watched he reached down and stroked his cock.

"You'll let me watch you touch yourself as I do it?"

He laughed. "Try and stop me baby."

She didn't. She didn't want to. Instead she spread her legs, reached down with her right hand, and rubbed it over the still wetness of her pussy lips. She was scared she wouldn't be able to come again, but she soon found that wasn't a problem, and she brought herself to orgasm as she watched Harry rub his cock faster and faster until a stream of his seed exploded out of him and landed on the edge of the bedspread.

When she woke in the middle of the night she didn't know where she was at first. The room was dark and the small amount of light that was coming into the room was coming from the wrong direction. She went to sit up and that was when her leg brushed against the hairiness of Harry's leg. With a rush it all came back and she remembered the night that they had shared. She looked over at the clock on the bedside table and saw that it was a few minutes after four. They had only been sleeping for a couple of hours. She carefully eased out of the bed and went to the bathroom. She didn't turn the light on because she didn't want to wake him. When she got back to the bed she tried to be careful but he came awake anyway. "Where are you going?"

"Nowhere. I had to go to the bathroom. I'm coming back to bed now."

He reached his hand out, grabbed her arm, and pulled her back into the bed. She fell against him and even through the sheet she could feel that he was hard again. She giggled and reached down to stroke him through the sheet. "How is that possible? How can you be ready again?"

He pulled her towards him, his face in shadow as he said, "I have a lot built up. You've been torturing me for a month!"

She leaned forward and kissed in the general direction of his mouth, but her lips landed instead on his nose. He reached up, put his hands on either side of her face, and brought her mouth down to his. She moved so that her breasts could press up against his chest and he moved her so that she was lying under him. His mouth moved down to her nipple and as he sucked the turgid tip into his mouth she groaned. She was quickly forgetting what they had been talking about, but she didn't want to. Before she could forget she blurted out, "You didn't go a month. You fucked that blonde."

She couldn't see him, but she felt as he pulled back from her. "How do you know that?" She laughed but it wasn't a sound of humor. "I saw you!" She felt it as he shook his head. "That's not possible. I turned the lights out. I didn't want you to see that."

She reached up and ran her hand over his chest and then down to where she could grasp his cock. It jumped in her hand and his breath hitched in his throat. "I saw the two of you together on the street and later that night I heard you."

His voice was thick as he asked, "You listened to us?"

She nodded and with her free hand reached down between their bodies to cup his balls. He groaned and leaned his head against her chest. "I listened to you fuck her and I wanted it to be me."

His head came up and his mouth somehow found hers in the dark. "It is you now." With that he moved and with one thrust he was inside her. "Fuck me Harry," she whispered into the darkness and he did just that.

Chapter Nine

When she woke again the sun was pouring in through the curtains and Harry wasn't in the bed. She heard his voice so she was quiet as she got up and went over to the bathroom door. It wasn't shut all the way and his voice was soft as he said, "I'll be there as soon as I can. I'm sorry about this."

Her gut clenched in agony. It was probably the blonde that he was talking to.

She walked away, still careful to be quiet, picked up her t-shirt and put it on. The bathroom door opened just as she was sitting back down on the bed. She didn't want to look at him, but she didn't have a choice and she wasn't sure what she was expecting, but it wasn't the smile that was on his face. "Morning! Are you hungry?"

She shrugged her shoulders and he went over to the phone and picked up a menu by it. "I'm starving but I waited for you. Can we order something now?" She nodded, still not saying anything and he came over to sit on the bed next to her. He opened the menu and asked, "What do you want?"

She looked down at the menu in his hands and that was when she realized that he was still naked. He obviously hadn't taken a shower either because the hair on the top of his thigh was matted with what had to be her juices. It was an erotic sight and she closed her eyes against it. "You okay?"

She nodded and opened her eyes. "A bagel please."