Voyeur

by Candace Wondrak

  The look she gave me right then and there made me feel something else, like, something deep within me told me I’d found a girl I had to fight to keep. I felt great, standing there with her, her hand in mine, no worries at all.

  The look she gave me made me bend my head down toward her and press my lips on hers, right in the middle of the theater’s lobby.

  I pulled my mouth off hers, aware that I’d basically just kissed her without knowing whether or not she was even feeling it, so I started to ramble, “Sorry, I shouldn’t have done that. I didn’t mean to—” My inane rambling halted the moment Zoey gave me the biggest grin I’d ever seen on her face before, the type of grin that instantly told me how much of an idiot I was.

  “I like spending time with you too, Lake,” she whispered, using her free hand to grip the back of my neck and pull me back down, crashing her lips against mine a lot harder, a lot rougher than I’d been mere moments ago.

  Every single thought in my head vanished the moment those soft lips pressed against mine, my whole body heating up when she started to kiss me with a passion that threatened to drown me.

  This girl… God, I really liked this girl. I wanted to have more dates with her, countless of dates. I wanted to do everything with her, to have her at my side every night. Was that too much, too fast? Probably, but I didn’t care. I felt what I felt, and right now I felt absolutely enamored with Zoey.

  The kiss ended both far too soon and not quickly enough. Firstly, I might’ve forgotten to breathe during it, so I was practically gasping for breath the moment it ended. Second, it meant we were one step closer to the end of tonight’s date, and that was something to be sad about, certainly.

  We headed out of the theater, to my car. I opened her door for her before slowly making my way around the vehicle, my heart racing in my chest after that kiss. Her lips were even softer than they looked, and they looked insanely soft. The softest thing I’d ever felt, I think.

  I got in the car and drove us home.

  We didn’t hold hands when we arrived back at the apartment building, but I figured that was because our date was over and she didn’t want things to be weird. Like, I was trying to be realistic here. Just because we’d kissed didn’t mean anything. She might’ve said she enjoyed spending time with me, that she wanted to see me more, but she could just be being nice—

  When we got onto the elevator, I tried to shut my mind off. There was no room for such negative thoughts, not after tonight. Tonight was a date I’d remember forever, even if, in the end, Zoey decided she didn’t want to pursue anything with me.

  Zoey’s eyes were on me during the ride to our floor, and I couldn’t say what was on her mind just by reading her expression. She looked like she wanted to say something, but I had no idea what that something was.

  And then, of course, it came to me. We’d just had a date. We were neighbors. Surely she didn’t think I expected anything right now, did she? I wasn’t one of those guys who offered to pay for everything on the date in order to cash it in later that night—that wasn’t who I was, and I always thought those guys were douches.

  “You know,” Zoey broke the silence as the elevator doors opened. She was the first one to step out, spinning to stare at me with those big baby blues. “Tonight doesn’t have to end just yet. You could come over.” It was amazing how innocent she sounded, even though she had to know that inviting me over would lead me to think about other things.

  Other naked things, which I definitely shouldn’t be thinking about. Nope. Not at all.

  Crap. I needed to be the gentleman here. I needed to show her that I was perfectly fine with ending tonight on a chaste note, maybe another kiss. I didn’t need to go to her place and have a nightcap, or whatever the heck people called it.

  Clearly, I was not part of the hookup culture, because I had no idea about any of this.

  “I…” Even though I knew I should respond in the negative, tell her that I had a nice time but there was no need to rush things, my mouth would not cooperate. No other words came from me as I stared down at her.

  Zoey’s mouth quirked into a smirk, and I felt her hand reach for mine. “Come on,” she purred out, dragging me away from the elevator, towards her room.

  I knew if I didn’t stop us now, I might not be able to later, so I threw out a last-ditch effort: “I’m fine with taking things slow.” Did that sound dorky? Probably, but then again, half the things that came out of my mouth sounded dorky, so it was something she should be used to by now.

  She released my hand to grab the keys out of her pocket, unlocking her door as she tossed me a look. “And if I want to do the opposite?” she posed the question, startling me by her blatant response.

  How the hell was I supposed to deny her when she put it like that?

  It might be something I’d come to regret, but what could I say? If there was one person around I was weak to, it was clearly Zoey.

  When I said nothing to that, she hummed as she pushed her door open, grabbing my arm and pulling me inside. Once I was in, she shut and locked the door behind us, and I gazed at her apartment, at the furniture her parents had sent her. Even though it wasn’t the first time I was seeing all this, it was like I was seeing it anew, like I was aware that tonight everything was going to change between me and this girl.

  She had me hooked. She had me hooked so deeply I couldn’t even say a word as she grabbed my wrist and led me to the sofa. Zoey pushed me down, straddling me. Her hands found their way to my face, cupping my cheeks, and I gazed into her eyes, needing to see that she wanted me. That this wasn’t about what she was running from, her stupid, cheating ex and her lying sister.

  That what we were about to do would be about us and no one else.

  Honestly? I wasn’t sure what I saw in her eyes. A desperation, a lust, a deeply rooted desire that made my body react accordingly… but even then, I knew we probably shouldn’t.

  I reached up, gripping her tiny wrists and pulling those soft, tempting hands off my face. “Zoey,” I spoke her name gently, tenderly, willing her to realize that I meant well, that I’d never want to hurt her or take advantage of her. “We don’t have to do this.”

  She leaned into me, pressing her forehead against mine as her eyelids fell. I could feel her hot breath on my face. Zoey did not yank her wrists from my hands; I held them off to the side, feeling her pulse through her wrists. “I want to,” she murmured. Her eyes peeked open, nothing but slits as she asked, “Do you?”

  How the hell could she ask me that? What man in their right mind would tell her that they didn’t want to be with her? I might be awkward sometimes, but I was a guy. I had a dick, and if I was completely honest here, there were a few nights when I’d thought about being with Zoey intimately while jerking off.

  I would never admit that out loud. Felt weird thinking it to myself just now, but it was true.

  Of course I wanted to sleep with Zoey, wanted to see her without her clothes on and get to know every smooth curve of her body. I wanted to know what she felt like, the sounds she made while lost in ecstasy. I wanted all that and more, but the one thing I didn’t want was for this to become something we’d both forget in the morning.

  With a deliberate slowness, I released her wrists, moving to sweep my fingers through the hair on her forehead, tucking the wavy pink strands behind her ears. Those blue eyes were zeroed in on me, and I had to lean my head back to get a clearer view of her. She was literally the most beautiful girl I’d ever seen; I wasn’t exaggerating when I said that, not at all. No man in his right mind would hesitate, not when she was ready to throw all caution to the wind.

  Hmm. Maybe I wasn’t in my right mind, then. Maybe it was stupid of me for wanting more, for trying to put a damper on the flames between us. Maybe I was just crazy, and this might be my only chance to have her.

  But, even if that was the case, I’d take my chance.

  “Of course I do,” I whispered. “And I might be crazy for stopping you now, but… I d
on’t want this to be a one-and-done kind of thing. I don’t do that, Zoey. I’m the kind of guy that wants more, someone who needs to know that this isn’t just you trying to make up for the time you lost when you were with your ex.”

  Bringing him up was a bad idea, a surefire way to get her out of the mood, but it had to be said. I wasn’t stupid. A girl like her didn’t just instantly decide she wanted to sleep with me. It didn’t work that way.

  Zoey didn’t shake my hands off, but she did shake her head softly. She set her hands on my chest, gripping my shirt gently as she spoke, “This isn’t about what happened. For once, this is about me. It’s not about me trying to impress someone else, not about me trying to prove myself to anyone. This is what I want to do, Lake.” One of the hands on my chest rose up, lightly running fingernails along my neck. “I want you. I want to be with you. I want to go on more dates and see you turn red more—”

  “I don’t turn red,” I muttered, causing her to chuckle.

  “You do,” she said, nodding. The hands I had holding her face fell to her sides, gripping her waist as tamely as I could. “You turn so red, especially when you’re babbling. It’s adorable.” She bit her bottom lip, reaching up to poke my cheeks near the corners of my mouth. “And your dimples. I love them so much.”

  That was news to me, and a new thought suddenly occurred to me right then: had Zoey been thinking of me as much as I’d thought of her these past few weeks? She’d been kind of standoffish in the beginning, but I never let that deter me, not really. Had I somehow broken through her walls, made her face the fact that she had developed feelings for her new next-door neighbor?

  Or was that too much to hope for?

  Zoey leaned in, her nose grazing mine as she murmured, “So if you’re worried about this being a mistake, if you think this is just me trying to hook up with you… you’re wrong. You’re so wrong, Lake. I like you.” Her lips brushed against mine as she added, “Let me show you just how much I like you.”

  My entire lower gut burned with the words, and I knew right then and there that there was no way I could deny her now. Not after that, not after everything she’d told me.

  She kissed me, softly at first, but then the kiss turned into something else. Something far hungrier, faster and harder as her hips dug down, reminding me that she currently straddled me on the couch. Her fingers fell, hands dragging down my chest and stomach, stopping when they touched the bottom hem of my shirt—which she then pulled up and over my head, breaking our kiss just enough to get it out of the way.

  This was probably a bad idea. It was, wasn’t it? I mean, I’d never just said screw it and slept with someone else before. Then again, I’d never felt this way with anyone else, either. I wanted to be with Zoey, and I wanted her to desire me back in the same way. Wasn’t this naturally the next step, timeframe aside?

  Zoey ran those hands up my bare chest, and I could feel the muscles tingling in her wake. I wasn’t an overly-muscled guy, but I liked to think I was okay. You know, I might not have abs, but I did have a flat stomach.

  She bit my bottom lip before pulling her head away from mine, a glint in her eyes that drew me in. Zoey rolled off my lap, placing a hand between my legs and feeling me up through my jeans. If I wasn’t already rock-hard, I would be now.

  But I was. Rock-hard, I mean. Impossible not to be when faced with the fact that I was moments away from being with the most beautiful girl I’d ever seen.

  This was nuts. This was absolutely crazy, and yet I was here for it.

  That same hand went to undo my button, then my zipper, and I held back a breath as I watched her drop to the floor before the couch, helping me out of my shoes, my socks, and lastly my pants. I sat there in nothing but boxers, the fabric tented with an obvious boner, and I saw it twitch when Zoey got to her feet and began to strip off her clothes.

  First off were her bright shoes. The second thing was her shirt. Third thing that came off was her shorts, and for a moment, she stood there before me in nothing but her matching underwear set. Black and lacy, my eyes could not get enough.

  Zoey’s gaze locked with mine, and I sat back, watching as she reached behind her and unhooked her bra, her breasts spilling out immediately. Her nipples were already hard little points, her breasts large and round. When she dropped her panties, fully exposed before me, she was everything I imagined she’d be and more. So, so much more.

  She walked closer to me, bending over me, gravity pulling down her breasts as she snaked her fingers around my boxers and tugged them down, exposing the rest of me to her. My dick stood straight, ready for action, ready to be of service, as every single part of me was, too.

  If she’d let me, I’d worship her, but I had the feeling she would rather take the reins on this particular encounter. I’d let her. I’d let this girl do anything and everything to me.

  Her hands spread my knees, and she sunk down between them, licking her lips as she flicked those pretty eyes up at me. Was she going to— I couldn’t even finish the thought, because the moment one of her hands wrapped around my length, I forgot what the hell I was thinking.

  Having her touch me, feeling her soft skin run up and down my shaft… damn, it felt better than good.

  I watched her head bend down, her lips parting, and then I felt what must’ve been the best thing ever: her mouth around my dick, her tongue, running around the tip. My head fell back; I couldn’t even watch. Watching would only lead me to come sooner, and right now I wanted to last. The very last thing I wanted to do was erupt and embarrass myself because I couldn’t keep it in for more than fifteen seconds.

  The feeling of her mouth wrapped around my length was something I couldn’t describe. More than words, so much more. Zoey knew exactly what to do to make me feel like losing it. She knew how to suck, how to quicken her pace—and when she went to cup my balls while bobbing her head along me, I squeezed my hands on the sofa’s cushions.

  Damn. She was good.

  My hips began to jerk of their own accord, and luckily Zoey knew what that meant—that I was close to coming. She pulled her mouth off my dick, licking her lips as she stood, climbing over me, back to straddling me on the couch.

  Our gazes locked the moment she reached for my length, guiding it to her entrance, and neither one of us blinked as she sunk down on me, taking me in inch after inch. Zoey let out a flushed sigh, while my chest could only breathe raggedly. When I was fully inside her, she began to rock her hips, riding me on her couch.

  I held onto her hips again, this time digging my fingers into her sides, feeling her bounce along my dick with what had to be wild abandon, a deep, carnal hunger. Zoey was wild as she rode me, her body taking charge, taking the lead like it was always meant to, and I was a slave to her, a willing participant in anything she might want me to do.

  How could I possibly say no to her? How could I look her in the eye and deny her anything? I’d been a fool to try. Zoey had me, and she had me good.

  Her pace picked up, and I tried to hold myself off, tried to think of burning babies or whatever the hell else my health teacher in high school had advised the guys in the class to think about when trying to hold off an orgasm.

  Needless to say, it didn’t really work out. My mind was too caught up in Zoey and the feeling of her tight, wet cunt milking me.

  I came, and I came hard. I came so hard my entire body spasmed, a low groan escaping my throat as I trembled beneath her. My head fell back after the orgasm faded, my entire body on fire, the best feeling in the world.

  Zoey’s pace began to slow, and soon enough her grinding hips stopped. She placed her head on my shoulder, breathing just as hard as I was, her skin literally burning up from what we just did.

  Sex. We just had sex.

  I just had sex with Zoey. It was going to take me a while to let it really sink in.

  “So,” she spoke, her breath hitting the side of my neck as she nuzzled against me, my dick still inside her, “when do you want to go out again?” Zoey
grinned up at me, and as I angled my head down to stare at her, to meet those vibrant, beautiful blue eyes, I could feel everything changing.

  I liked this girl a lot. I wanted to do more than take her out on another date. I wanted to call her more than just my too-pretty-to-be-real neighbor. If I had my way, Zoey would be all mine. My girlfriend.

  But that was probably getting ahead of myself, so I had to play it cool.

  Chapter Thirteen – Zoey

  Well, so much for keeping myself away from Lake, huh? A tiny part of it, if I was honest, was because of what happened with Roman. His strange, unexplained disappearance. But, you know what? Another part, a bigger part, was simply because I was searching for something—something real, something genuine. Something I apparently never had before.

  I wanted to be someone’s whole world, the light in their eyes and the fire in their heart and body. I wanted to be someone’s everything, the way I never was for Bryan, to have someone who cared about me more than anything else in the world, the way my family never really cared.

  A foolish want, I knew. This wasn’t a fairytale. This wasn’t a book or a movie; this was real life, and right now my real life sucked something fierce. You’d think I’d be used to it by now, but I wasn’t, not really. The downside of being human meant knowing reality sucked while simultaneously wishing it was better, hoping for something more in the future. I’d probably only be disappointed, but that was something I’d deal with when the time came.

  Lake and I got into a groove. We went out a few more times, got to know each other more. He was almost too normal. Too down-to-earth, the complete opposite of any guy from Hillcrest. The guys I was used to being around were often too caught up in themselves, in their own problems or appearances, to really pay much attention to anyone else, Bryan included.

  It was a Tuesday night, and I was set to leave for work, wearing what I normally did to cover up the skimpy under suit I’d be wearing while at the Dollhouse. I left my apartment, checking the lock, prepared for Lake to walk me out, as he usually did when I worked nowadays.