“Are you lurking outside again?” I ask sitting up and gazing out the window in search of his car, but I couldn’t see clearly through the rain drops on the window.
“Perhaps.” he drawls, and I can hear the grin in his voice. “I like you in red.”
My eyes lower to the red booty shorts I’m wearing and bite my lip. “Why are you lurking outside my window when you could be in here tearing them off?”
A low groan reverberates through the airpod followed by a slow breath, “Because, sweetheart.” He starts. “If I come up there, I’m going to do unspeakable things to you that will undoubtedly make you scream, and I would hate to put you in an uncomfortable position with your roommate and neighbors.”
My lips curl and I gingerly chew on my lip, “I’m sure you can come up with a way to keep me quiet.” I tease softening my tone.
“I can.” His tone is tight when he speaks. “The problem there is I don’t want to. When I fuck you Savannah, I want every goddamn soul in vicinity to hear you and how unbelievably arousing you sound when you come crying my name.” My eyes close and I swallow thickly, my shorts dampening further. “I want them all bearing witness to how much you love being mine.”
A desirous shiver passes through me, and I shudder visibly. God, there’s that unrelenting, needful ache between my legs again. “Savi,”
“Yes?”
“I want to watch.”
A knot forms deep in my belly, I turn my gaze to look out the window. “Watch?” I iterate and he hums on the other end of the line. “But you’re not here.”
“I’m watching.”
“You mean right here in the window?”
“Yes, exactly as you are. Spread those legs, reach between your gorgeous thighs and play with your juicy pussy.” He asserts steadily, his tone deep and laced with arousal. “Show me, I want to see how delirious with desire I make you when you’re alone and thinking about me.” My breathing hastens and my pussy is now throbbing with urgent need. “Show Daddy how you come for him.”
“Logan, what if someone sees?”
“Let them.” He retorts evenly. “You look so fucking good right now, if someone other than me is watching you, I assure you they’re already beating off wishing they were filling your tight little cunt.”
The rational side of me is ready to outright refuse, the thought alone of having some stranger watch me perform such an intimate and private act on myself should repel me, but that wayward voice inside of my head is intrigued. Maybe only Logan is watching, but the thought lit a fire in me that had my fingers inching toward the hem of my shorts. The rain drops on the window distorts the view somewhat and the dim color changing lights I had set to fade doesn’t allow for much light.
I reach for the remote and press the red button and the color changes from warm white to red. “Fuck,” Logan sighs longingly. “Look at you, baby.”
My fingers slide into my shorts and glide through my slick folds until they brush against my swollen clit. I gasp; a mass of tingles travels through me. I’m so worked up and wet I know it’s not going to take me long to climax. My index and middle finger are soaked, effortlessly sliding over my clit. I moan at the same time as Logan, my hips lift off the seat and rock up grinding my clit against my fingers. “That’s it baby, work those fingers nice and slow over your clit for Daddy. Christ, I can hear how wet you are and it’s driving me crazy.”
“I’m so… so wet for you Daddy.” I moan breathily.
“Oh baby, I’m so fucking hard for you.” Logan responds, his voice deep and breathing heavy. “Daddy is dying to come up there and suck on that succulent pussy of yours. I want to drink up every last drop of your tasty pussy cream.”
“Logan…” I whimper, pressing my fingers a little firmer and grinding myself against them harder. I faintly hear the belt buckle and zipper to Logan’s pants. “Are you stroking yourself watching me?”
“Hell fucking yes.”
“Stop.” I order and hear him groan harshly. “No touching yourself. I want that big cock as hard as steel. I want you to be so worked up and burning for contact that the slightest breeze against your dick will make you quake.”
“Savi, you’re fucking killing me.” He laments with a growl.
“Good,” I moan sliding my fingers into my pussy. “I want you so desperate for my pussy that you’re willing to kick down the door to fuck me. Uhhh, yess.” I bite my lip when I feel that familiar stir coil deep in my belly. My thumb circles my clit while my fingers rub against my g-spot and I feel that pressure building and building pushing me toward the apex of climax. “Oh, I’m going to… come. Fuck, Daddy, I’m going to come so hard.”
“That’s a good fucking girl, you know how to please Daddy like a good little slut, don’t you? Come for me baby, let me hear you.”
My hips grind down against my fingers, my pussy tightens around my fingers as I soar toward the brink of release. My back arches, and my toes curl and then I come with a shuddering cry. Fireworks burst behind my eyelids. My pussy pulses and tightens around my fingers like a vise with every surge of my orgasm. “Yes,” I pant, “Yes, ohh yes, Logan.”
I collapse back onto the cushions, eyes closed, legs juddering while I rock against the last blissful moments of my orgasm as it slowly ebbs away leaving me a quivering mess in its wake.
“Open the door.” I hear Logan growl in my ear. A very fleeting moment while I was enraptured with my pleasure, I forgot that he was there until he spoke. The line goes dead, and I force myself to sit up and get up on my feet. My legs are still shaking, but I manage to walk across my bedroom and open the door. The apartment is dark, and Hannah’s door across from mine is closed and her light off which means she’s asleep. Thank God, I tried to be as discreet as possible while I climaxed and while she’s opposite the doors in this apartment aren’t the best at blocking sound.
As I near the front door my stomach tightens with anticipation. I exhale slowly and unlock the door, opening it. The storm is still going with full force, the occasional lightening and loud rumble of rolling thunder. My jaw slackens and my eyes slowly rake over Logan standing before me dripping wet, his white t-shirt completely soaked through and clinging to his muscular torso.