10. Emma
CHAPTER TEN
emma
Why the fuck had I just told Hunter I liked being watched?
I thought about that while he finished the final camera. It wasn’t until he walked out the front door, started his truck, and drove off that I let myself entertain more all-too-horny thoughts. Thinking about him spying on me was the kind of wild distraction my brain needed, apparently, because I was way too turned on for my own good.
It had been a couple days since my last good orgasm.
I looked up at the camera in the living room and chewed on my lower lip.
It was just a fantasy.
Hunter hated me. I hated him. But that didn’t mean I couldn’t imagine him watching me while I played with myself, right?
I ran upstairs to my bedroom and yanked open the second drawer of my dresser, revealing my abundance of sex toys.
After the fucking hellish forty-eight hours I’d just had, I was gonna have some fun. What Hunter didn’t know wouldn’t hurt him, and I was going to let my mind wander about him in a way I’d been fighting for years.
There were things I hated about Hunter.
He was an asshole.
He was grumpy.
He was rude, and incorrigible, and always went out of his way to annoy me.
There were also things I (sort of) liked about Hunter.
His ass looked insanely good in denim.
He was always willing to help someone out, even me, his enemy. I am his enemy, right?
He had dimples.
He also had agreed to be my fake fiancé, even though he hated me.
I picked out my glass tentacle dildo, a bullet vibrator, and some lube. “I can’t believe I’m doing this,” I muttered, my cheeks flushing.
I’d done way crazier things in my sex life, though. Not that this was even all that wild. All I was planning to do was masturbate on my couch and imagine him watching me like some horny creep.
I grabbed a towel and carried my goods back downstairs, laying them out on my coffee table. Then I double-locked my front door.
If my ex-husband dared to show up on my porch and interrupted this, I was going to stab him with my tentacle dildo.
I turned on the TV and pulled up Pornhub, scrolling until I found a video that was so clichè, I felt disappointed in myself.
A hot neighbor plumber came over to fix her sink. Corny one-liners followed by unrealistic fucking. It was exactly what I needed.
I slipped out of my leggings as I sat down on the towel, spreading my legs as I looked up at the new camera on the wall. Oh my god, I was really imagining this. This was so, so wrong in so many ways, and that made it all the more tantalizing.
My breath caught as I slid my fingers down to my pussy, my moan mirroring the woman on the screen as she took the sexy plumber’s cock into her mouth. He had rough hands like Hunter.
A bolt of desperation shot through me. I groaned, thinking about the way his thumb had felt on my skin earlier. It was nothing, it was absolutely nothing. But even now, I felt his lingering touch and the thrilling infuriating way he’d picked me up and hauled me to the back porch.
I hated being manhandled, unless it was consensual. But once it was agreed upon, I wanted to be manhandled all the way. Pick me up, pin me down, toss me over your shoulder or on the bed.
I hiked my leg over the back of the couch, spreading myself further with a quiet moan. I reached for the lube and glass tentacle dildo.
Hunter would probably think a tentacle dildo was too much.
Or maybe, he’d think it was perfect. Maybe he had all sorts of kinky secrets under that prickly exterior.
I lubed up the dildo and myself, sliding two fingers in. Pleasure erupted, my nipples hardening against my shirt. I sat up quickly and yanked it off, tossing it to the floor.
“Fuck,” I rasped.
I looked over at the TV right as the plumber bent her over the counter, his palm slapping her ass. He grabbed a fistful of her hair as he lined up his cock with her pussy, the two of them groaning together as he shoved into her.
Then my eyes went to the camera, my imagination going wild.
Fuck. I was losing it. I was so touch-starved that I was imagining being watched by him, and I couldn’t find a reason to stop myself. It felt good to let go, and I realized just how badly I needed the release.
The tension between us was too much. It was already fucking with me to think that there might be a shred of real desire between us.
There wasn’t, I reminded myself.
My body didn’t believe it, though.
I moaned as I arched against the couch, pushing the cool ribbed glass tip inside myself. I was so wet that it slid right in. I closed my eyes, thinking about the camera again. Thinking about him angrily pulling out his cock and stroking himself as he watched me, because he couldn’t help himself. The tension between us was driving me insane.
I grabbed the vibrator and turned it on, holding it to my clit as I worked the tentacle in and out. My voice pitched as I got closer and closer to coming, need curling inside of me, growing with each pump. Moans echoed from the TV but my gaze settled on the camera.
“ Hunter .”
His name felt too damn good on my lips.
“Oh god,” I groaned.
I turned up the setting on the vibrator and squealed as it rocked my whole damn world, pleasure popping like a thousand fireworks. I arched as I clenched around the tentacle dildo, every muscle in my body tensing as the gush of pleasure and release followed, washing over me and chasing all my inner demons away.
“Fuck,” I rasped, melting into the couch.
I panted hard, my chest rising and falling. God, that was… that was exactly what I’d needed.
I looked back up at the camera. Hunter was too good, he wouldn’t be watching me...
Maybe the hardest part of this situation was realizing he wasn’t as bad as I had thought.
I glanced over as the plumber and woman started into another position, one I wanted just as badly.
Well. It was Saturday, and I had no plans.
Round two it was.