His Secret

45. Adrian

CHAPTER FORTY-FIVE

ADRIAN

We don’t keep alcohol in the house, but I could go for a drink right about now. I pace through the living room, then make my way into the kitchen to grab a bottle of water.

For nearly thirty minutes, I wear paths into the floor, unable to sit still.

When my phone vibrates, I pick it up off the couch where I tossed it and look at the screen. There are two messages from Matías. One from forty minutes ago, and another just now.

I’m about to go into my office, which is downstairs and at the back of the house. Are you able to sneak out?

I’m assuming not. I’ll see you tomorrow then.

I quickly type back a response.

Sorry. I’m still up.

Oh okay.

Your office?

There’s a window. You said you wanted to watch.

I glance toward the stairs. It’s too risky. She might still be awake, and even if she isn’t, she could come downstairs at some point.

However, something about Charlotte is that she’s stubborn as hell. She won’t be quick to apologize, and she’ll thrive while giving me the silent treatment.

I feel bad about the fight, knowing I started it. I didn’t mean to, I just meant to put off having sex. My real feelings came out, but she’s unaware of what I’m talking about, and I know that’s only my fault. But it doesn’t make me any less upset that what I want in life has never been thought about.

I should apologize.

And I will.

But not right now.

Give me ten .

I quietly make my way upstairs and stand outside our bedroom door. It’s only partially cracked, but the lights are off, and I hear the soft sounds of her breathing. She’s asleep.

Back downstairs, I slip on a pair of tennis shoes, pocket my phone, and carefully make my way out the back door.

Like a thief in the night, I creep through the shadows, watching for any neighbors who might be out late. Luckily, the space between our houses isn’t too vast, and once I’m behind his place, I go straight toward the window where the light is still on. He has it cracked marginally, allowing for a slight breeze. Or to make sure I can hear him.

He’s not inside, so I pull out my phone and send him a message.

I’m here.

I’ll be down soon.

Do I just stand out here and look like a perverted peeping Tom?

Yes. You watch me while I think about eating your ass earlier. Watch me jack off to thoughts of you. Watch my cum paint my skin while I imagine what it would be like to feel you inside me again.

My cock twitches inside my sweats. God, this is so not normal. I’d have never thought to do this, but it turns me on so much.

What if I just went inside?

No. Not tonight. We’d need more time than you probably have.

Okay.

A minute later, Matías walks into the room wearing only a pair of thin pajama pants. He doesn’t even glance toward the window. He simply sits on the loveseat that’s on the far wall, giving me a frontal view.

He scoots down a little, legs spread wide, and he closes his eyes as his hand slips into his pants.

I swallow, attempting to get even closer.

His movements are slow at first, teasing. I can’t see anything except the movement beneath the gray material, and yet it’s the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever watched.

Matías swallows, his Adam’s apple bobbing up and down. His teeth sink into his bottom lip as his hand moves a little faster.

God, please let me see it.

He releases a moan that barely reaches my ears. I lean in, desperate to hear everything.

A small wet spot appears on the light gray pants, and I lick my lips. God, I want to be in there. On my knees. Mouth open.

I put my hand down my sweats and wrap my fingers around my erection.

Matías lifts his hips, pushing the pants to his knees and revealing his perfect cock. He reaches into the small table drawer next to him and removes a bottle of lube .

Before he pours the liquid into his palm, he shoves his pants all the way down, kicking them off to the side. He’s completely naked in front of me and my mouth salivates. I want to be on top of him, under him, in him. I don’t care. I just want him. He’s intoxicating.

The lube coats his fingers, and then he lifts one leg, planting his foot on the cushion, and begins to finger himself.

“Oh, fuck,” I mutter to myself.

I can hear the wet sound of the lube as he works his middle finger into his ass, thrusting in and out. His body is like a work of art, carved to perfection, and on full display to me.

After a couple minutes, he takes more lube and begins stroking his erection while simultaneously finger fucking himself.

My entire body nearly bursts into flames. I’m so hot. I find myself matching his pace as I jerk my own dick. My free hand touches the window as I stare inside. If anybody saw me, they’d call the cops for sure, but luckily nobody lives behind him, and the trees block his neighbors on the side.

His moans and grunts sporadically drown out the slick sounds of the lube as he works himself closer to orgasm.

My hand grips my cock tighter, moving quickly up and down my shaft. My own heavy breaths and grunts probably filter into his office, but not once does he acknowledge that I’m here. And somehow that’s even hotter.

“Oh, fuck,” he moans, muscles flexing. “Oh. Ahh!”

His noises are sinful, taking me to the edge.

“Oh, god,” we both murmur at the same time.

Matías cries out as his orgasm spills out of him. White lines and drops of cum land on his stomach and chest.

I push my pants down in the front with my left hand, stroking vigorously with my right, and then I come on the side of his house and in his grass.

“Oh, fuck. Fuck,” I say through gritted teeth.

My body twitches with every drop I spill, and when I open my eyes, I find Matías coming toward the window.

He’s still naked and covered in cum, the evidence running down his abs in rivulets. His still hard cock points directly at me as he gets closer, and in a barely there whisper, he says, “Goodnight,” and closes the window.