Chapter 19 Hunter
NINETEEN
HUNTER
Am I a dick for gaslighting Max into thinking no one broke into her house?
Completely, but it was for selfish reasons.
I like seeing her on the camera, and letting it slip that I was there after denying it originally would probably take away my access to her.
And I don’t want that.
I’m having too much fun watching her fall asleep and walk around her room in a towel after her shower. It’s all so thrilling, and I need to be very fucking careful.
It’s easy to see why people get addicted to this lifestyle, and I’m glad it’s me observing her. Anyone else would’ve done something unhinged by now, but I’m not that guy.
I’m only hiding in her closet so I can check on her.
There’s a difference.
I stretch out my legs and drop my elbow on a pile of sweaters, waiting for Max to get home. She’s at dinner with a teacher friend from school, but her last text to me mentioned she was finishing up. She should be heading this way soon, and I fucking miss her.
My phone lights up with a notification from the camera app, telling me there’s movement at the front door.
I tap over to the feed and see Max’s Uber pulling into the driveway.
She hops out of the car in a jean skirt and a sweater that hangs off her shoulders.
Her hair is down, and I smile when she skips to the porch and unlocks the door.
She appears in her room a few seconds later, tying her hair up in a high ponytail. She sits on her bed and pulls out her phone, holding back a smile as she types something on the screen.
My own phone buzzes a second later with a text from her. I wait before reading it, adjusting my position so I can keep an eye on her through the closet door that’s slightly open.
Max the Angel
I’m home! Hope you’re having a good night.
Me
I’m on break right now. How was dinner, baby?
Max the Angel
Delicious. I might’ve had a touch too much to drink.
Me
Uh oh. Is my girl drunk?
Max the Angel
Tipsy. And horny.
I crane my neck to look at her. She unbuttons her skirt and shimmies out of the denim, tossing it to the side. I bite my knuckles to keep from groaning when she peels off her shirt next, leaving her in a pretty red bra and lacy underwear.
Fuck.
This is so much better than watching her on the app. I type out a response to her with one hand, using the other to quietly unzip my jeans and pop open the button at the top of my pants.
Me
Wish I was there to take care of you, angel.
Max the Angel
So do I. Should I record a video touching myself and send it to you?
Me
Imagine me on my knees in front of you begging. Please, please, please.
Max giggles and stands. She pulls back the curtains and relaxes on the bed, her head propped up on the pillows.
Max the Angel
I’m going to pretend you’re watching me from outside my window. It’s dark, and my light is on, so I wouldn’t be able to see you. But I’d know you were there. And you could watch.
Me
You want to put on a show, don’t you? You want to be on display.
She unclasps her bra and lets her tits spill free.
Her underwear comes off next, leaving her gloriously naked, and my mouth pops open.
She grabs three books off her nightstand, setting them at the foot of the bed and propping her phone against them.
She starts recording, and I can’t help but inch toward the door so I can have a better view.
“I’ve never made a video for someone before.” Max rests a hand on her breast and rubs it across her chest. She sighs, thighs parting as she pinches her nipple between her thumb and forefinger. “I hope I do this right.”
It’s going to be the best thing I’ve ever seen, I want to shout. I almost crawl out of the closet and take the spot on the mattress next to her so I can reassure her as her low moans fill the room. Her free hand snakes up to her throat, touching her neck and applying pressure against her windpipe.
“I like when you do this to me. I know you’re not going to hurt me, but I like it when you’re rough. The hint of danger is fun.”
I adjust my briefs so my cock is free, slowly stroking myself.
I want her in so many ways, and it’s hard to be patient.
I want to yank her by her ankles and shove her legs apart.
I want to leave bruises on her ass so it hurts to sit down.
She trails her hand down her body, teasing across her stomach with a smile that’s sharp and cunning.
“When I’m with you, I like how fast you get me off. But when I’m by myself, I like to take my time."
Her palm dips between her legs, and I bite my collar to keep from groaning when she slides two fingers inside herself.
Her back arches off the bed as she plays with her clit, and I study the circles she’s using.
She does like to draw it out as long as possible, teasing herself, and I’m going to try that the next time we’re together.
Max is quiet, finding the rhythm she likes, but a moan tumbles out of her. I wonder if anyone driving past is slowing down so they can see her.
I would.
She’s fucking begging for someone to watch her and give her attention.
I could stare at her for hours, especially when she pinches her nipples again and fumbles with the drawer on her nightstand. She pauses to pull out a pink vibrator, and my cock practically leaks with pre-cum.
I bought a couple things to use on her: a butt plug so I can start getting her ass ready for my cock and another that I can control, setting the toy to different speeds and stopping when she gets too close to coming.
But she doesn’t need me. She’s gorgeous by herself, holding the vibrator on her clit and changing the speed so it pulses against her.
“I like sex, but I think I like this more,” she says, gasping when a jolt of pleasure hits her. “It feels so fucking good, Hunter.”
Her moan fills the room and I swear to fucking god she says my name again before she pushes the toy inside her cunt. She’s filling herself, spreading her legs open so I get the perfect view of her stuffed pussy.
It’s a wonder she can’t hear the noise I make, and I wonder if this is how I die: watching her touch herself and knowing I’m going to relive it all over again when she sends me the video.
I’m a lucky fucking bastard.
“I’m already so close. It’s probably because I’m thinking about you.
” Her laugh is soft, easy, and she hums when she increases the speed of the toy.
“This is so silly, but I used to think all those multiple orgasms were bullshit. How could it be possible for something to feel so good so many times in a row?” Her eyes lift, and she looks at the camera straight on as she buries the toy all the way inside her.
“But it’s that good with you. Which means I’m sure your ego is fully inflated by now. ”
I jerk my cock up and down. I’m going to make a mess on myself when I come like I haven’t done in goddamn years, but I can’t bring myself to care. My shirt is a willing sacrifice when she lifts her hips and cradles the base of the toy, fucking herself.
“Christ,” I whisper, my shaft thickening in my hand.
Max pauses. Her eyes dart around the room, studying the closet for the briefest of seconds. I bite my lip so hard, I taste blood on my tongue, and I haven’t dared to breathe.
“Now I’m really losing my mind.” She smiles and rubs her clit, knees bending and hips lifting so she can reach a new, deeper angle. “You’re not here but I’m hearing things that sound like you. Maybe I’m tipsier than I thought.”
I keep the stroke of my hand quick, matching her pace. Hard, fast, she doesn’t relent, squirming on the sheets until she groans, loud and long.
“Fuck,” she lets out, touching herself through her orgasm. My balls tighten. Sweat forms at my hairline. I’d give all the money I have to lick her clean, and when she pulls the toy out of her pussy and runs her tongue along the length of the silicone, I splinter into a thousand pieces.
Warm cum covers my fingers and my shirt, my hips convulsing as she deep throats the vibrator. She keeps her eyes on the camera as she does, an innocent look behind her gaze while her lips suck her arousal off the toy.
Holding back a yell is the hardest thing I’ve ever done, and I collapse into a pile of jeans when she pops the vibrator out of her mouth and giggles.
“That was fun.” Max touches her cheek, a smudge of her lipstick right in the corner of her mouth.
She rolls onto her stomach and cradles her chin in her palm, smiling at her phone.
“I hope you like that. If you do, will you send me a video back? I’m sure I sound silly, but I like knowing you’re excited by what I share with you. ”
Baby, I’ll livestream it so everyone can see what you do to me.
“I’m going to shower. I hope work goes well. Don’t let anyone else watch this.” She gives the camera a stern look and follows it up with a kiss. “Talk to you later, Hunter.”
Max sighs, ending the recording. She swings her legs off the bed and saunters to the bathroom, showing off the beautiful curves of her ass. With one last look over her shoulder, she closes the door behind her, and I finally let myself relax.
“Fucking angel.” I groan and grab a rogue pair of black tights I find underneath a basket. I use them to wipe off my hand and tuck them in my pocket, vowing to buy her a new pair.
The water turns on in the bathroom. Max yanks the shower curtain open, and I know now is my chance to escape without being seen.
Standing on shaky, post orgasm legs is really fucking difficult, but I tuck my dick back in my pants. I zip up my jeans and slide out of the closet and into her room. I see the sticky notes on her desk and pull one off the top, scribbling out a quick note for her to find.
Thanks for the great show.
With another heart under it.
Feeling ballsy and like I’m testing my luck, I pick up her discarded vibrator.
I lick it and moan, my cock twitching at the taste of her cum.
She’s so fucking sweet, and I want to take it home with me.
That would be too obvious. A dead giveaway and playing with fire, so I set it back on her comforter with my love note attached to it.
I press my ear against the bathroom door, smiling at Max singing a song badly out of key. I kiss the barrier that separates us and sneak out the front door just as the water shuts off and her bedroom door opens.
The walk to my motorcycle parked up the street and around the corner is torture. The last thing I want to do is leave her, but the text that comes through with a video attached makes me grin.
Max the Angel
For you. xoxo
*Attachment: 1 video*
Soon, I tell myself.
I’ll let her know about my voyeurism soon.
Until then, I’m going to watch this video on repeat and miss her every second we’re apart.