Chapter 25
Tiny
T yping in the code, I disarm her alarm and kick my boots off at the door. I received an alert to my phone fifteen minutes ago that Kourtney made it home from a successful girls night, if all the guys are right.
A few of the guys were getting live updates from their very drunk women, and if the view on Kourtney’s bathroom camera is accurate, I’d say my girl is way past three sheets to the wind.
Shutting off damn near every light in her house on my way to her bedroom, I lean up against the doorframe to her bathroom. Even as drunk as she is, she stands barefoot against the sink, trying to wash the makeup off her face.
“Need help?” My deep voice startles her, and she screams.
Thank fuck she doesn’t get soap in her eyes, but I make my way to her anyway, pinning her against the counter.
“What are you doing here?” she asks, a little louder than necessary but cute nonetheless.
I lean over her shoulder and cup water in my hands, helping her wash the rest of the soap off of her face. “I told you I’d come over when the meeting was done.”
“Did you? Oh.” She looks up at me with her soaking wet face, water dripping off her face onto the ample cleavage popping out of the top of her hot pink top.
Damn. I really regret Ghost making me come to this meeting tonight. Although needed, I would have much rather been able to ogle my sexy girl all night and watched her let loose with the girls.
Kourtney slips out from under me and makes her way into her bedroom. Finding her sitting on the side of her bed, she leans back on her hands, her eyes bloodshot.
Standing in front of her with my arms crossed, I tilt my head. “You look like you have something to say.”
“I do,” she whispers, biting her lip. At least, she tries to whisper. As drunk as she is, her voice control has gone clear out the window.
“Ask away.”
Looking down at her bright white polished toe dragging along the carpet, she refuses to look up at me. “Kourtney, eyes.” Her glassy eyes fly to mine, and she smiles sheepishly. “What do you have to ask me?”
Her cheeks blush so beautifully for me. Whatever she has to ask me must be good.
“Do you watch me?” She pauses, biting her lip again. “In here, I mean.”
Pressing my tongue to my top lip, I slowly cross the few steps til my feet cage her much smaller ones. I lean down and grasp her chin. “What do you want the answer to that question to be, Kourtney?”
She shivers, locking her eyes on mine. She nods. My smart girl is learning.
“Words?”
“Yes.”
“Yes, what, my love?”
“Yes, I want you to watch me.”
“Does the thought of me watching you on your cameras turn you on?”
She moans, her head dropping back, showing off her slender neck. I press a soft kiss to the base of her throat. “So much,” she breathes.
I chuckle against her neck, nipping the skin.
“You don’t think it’s an invasion of your privacy?” I ask for good measure. I know kissing her neck makes her weak. I press a line of open-mouthed kisses along her entire neck up to her ear, pulling the lobe into my mouth.
She moans out loud, the sound going straight to my dick. Her hands land on my hips, stabilizing herself, and the close proximity to my hardening shaft momentarily blurs my vision.
“Did you get my text earlier?”
Her eyes pry open, and she looks at me questioningly. “What text?”
I smirk. “I told you you’d pay for what you did earlier. Do you know what I was referencing?”
“The picture of my vibrator?” she asks with hooded eyes.
I flick my gaze over her shoulder, where the vibrator in question lays against her pillow. Reaching around her, I grab the device and bring it into view.
I take a step back from her, and using the vibrator, I point to a camera in the corner of her room. The camera she knows about. “I had to sit at a meeting with a bunch of my brothers, and a few other people. Men that belong to another club. A meeting that very easily could have gone wrong and been very dangerous if I was distracted.”
Her eyes follow me as I cross the room to a bookshelf and point at a book that most definitely was not in her collection before.
“Do you know what this right here is, my love?”
She shakes her head no as her eyes track my hands. I point to the ‘book’ in question and move back towards her. “That right there is a hidden camera, and there are four other hidden cameras in this room.” Eyes widening, she worries her lip. Using my thumb, I release it, not wanting her to hurt herself.
I point to a painting on the other side of the room, and her eyes jump to each object I mention. “Picture frame, alarm clock, door knob, and mirror.”
“What?” Her chest heaves as her breathing increases. She most definitely isn’t scared. My lips lift in a smirk as her eyes dilate.
I pull my phone out of my pocket while simultaneously helping her stand. Opening the app to her house, I select her bedroom and set my phone down while I help her undress. Guiding her to lay exactly where she decided to tease me, I put her legs up the same way she had. I hand her the vibrator after turning it on and nod at her, encouraging her to press it to her center. Her moans are music to my ears now that I can actually fucking do something about it.
Grabbing my phone once again, I click on the view from the bookshelf. The height of the book puts it right at her bed. So from this view, it’s as if I’m on my knees, staring straight at her pussy. I do just that. I drop to my knees between her legs, pressing a kiss to the inside of her thigh.
“Look at this,” I say, bringing the screen in front of her face.
Pulling the vibrator away, she gasps at the view.
“I didn’t say stop.” I guide her hand and the wand back to her center while switching over the view to the regular camera in the corner. I can still clearly see her, but not nearly as close as the book view.
“Now. Can you see how distracting this view would be while sitting in a testosterone-filled room, talking about business?”
She nods, whimpering as her pleasure heightens from the vibrations against her clit.
I click back on the book view. “This is what I had to see for twenty minutes during that dreaded meeting. You think I could pay a single bit of attention to that meeting? When my girl’s sweet pussy was on blatant display on a fucking phone. Not in front of my face like it should be?”
She shakes her head. “Nathan, please.”
“Please, what, angel?”
“Touch me,” she whines.
“I wish I could’ve touched you earlier. I had to put one of my earphones in so I could hear your sweet little moans. You had me hard as a fucking rock. I couldn’t move from the table for a solid thirty minutes after your little stunt.”
“I’m sorry!” she cries. I can hear in her voice that she’s close to breaking. Her build-up is always so sweet. I can taste it in the air. But nothing is sweeter than her explosions.
“Don’t be sorry for doing it, baby. Be sorry for teasing me.”
“I’m sorry!” she yells again, writhing against the bed. She goes to rip the vibrator away from herself, but I’m quicker than her and push her hand back down.
Squirming around me, I push up to kneel in front of her so I can look into her eyes. “Kourtney.”
All it takes is her name now, and her eyes immediately meet mine. Good. She’s such a fast learner.
“Do you want to come?”
“So bad,” she begs.
“Are you going to tease me with this sweet little pussy again?”
“Jesus, Nathan.” She thrashes beneath me.
“Well?”
“Probably!” she yells.
I chuckle at her honesty. I lick a path along her inner thigh. Adjusting the vibrator, I slip my fingers beneath her and groan at how wet she is. My fingers slip so easily inside. A guttural moan rips from her chest. “Please!”
I rip the vibrator from her hand and hurl it across the room before latching onto her clit. Her orgasms belong to me. Sucking her clit into my mouth, I simultaneously thrust two fingers inside of her, just the way I know drives her crazy.
Within seconds, she’s screaming her release. She jackknives off the bed and latches her entire body onto my head. Her cries echo through the room, and I continue to lick her through it while her body convulses around me.
I don’t let her recover. Flipping her boneless body and quickly pulling my throbbing cock out, I thrust into her. She moans, clenching her muscles around me, forcing a groan from deep within my chest.
I smack her ass in response, and she cries out. She folds her body in half so fucking perfectly. I’m so deep. My balls slap against her clit from this angle, and my breath escapes me as the little minx reaches between her legs, and her fingers latch onto my sac. Rolling them between her fingers, I can hardly focus on fucking her into the mattress with the grip she has on me. I slap her ass again.
The little shit giggles. Bending over her, I grab her by the back of the neck and pull her back flush with my chest. Releasing the back of her neck and wrapping my arm around her chest, I hold her to me with a firm grip on her throat. She moans, and I can feel it travel all the way down my arm. “You little minx.”
I’m way too worked up for this to last too much longer. I’ve been hard as a rock since her little stunt earlier, and I finally have her in my hands. Reaching around her front with my other hand, I find her swollen clit and rub gently, swallowing her moans.
“I need you to come for me again, baby,” I say against her lips. “Can you do that for me?”
She shakes her head, her eyes pleading with me. “It’s t-too much, Nathan. I can’t.”
“Yes, you can. And you will.”
I slow down my thrusts, matching the speed of my fingers at her clit, and smile in satisfaction as her eyes roll to the back of her head. “Come on, baby.”
“I c-can’t,” she whines.
“You can and you will,” I thrust hard while squeezing her throat firmly, and her resolve breaks. She shakes in my arms, and her pussy squeezes the hell out of my cock as her entire body stiffens, pulling my own release right with hers.
“Fuck!” I shout as her body falls limp in my arms, and I thrust once more, holding her tightly in my arms until both of our orgasms start to fade. “Fuck, I love you.”
She slurs her response, but hearing her return the sentiment is like music to my fucking ears.
Kourtney’s the drunk one right now, but as I clean us both up and tuck her into bed, it's like I’m the drunk one as I stumble around in a post-orgasm stupor. I end up smashing my shin against the wooden bed frame and curse out loud. She doesn’t even budge as I climb in behind her and tuck her into my chest. Part of me hopes Kourtney forgets that I admitted that I watch her. I don’t want it to freak her out in the light of day. Drunk Kourtney might be turned on by the idea, but daytime Kourtney may feel differently.
Closing my eyes, I run my hands along her velvety skin one last time before allowing sleep to take me under.