Page 55 of Hate It with You

“I knew you’d watch me.” Beth's laughter sounds through my earbud as she speaks into the camera, out of frame.

After seeing the note left on the front door of her apartment, of all places, the first thing I did when I got back to my apartment was order new cameras. Knowing I would have to put some in her apartment for added security, I specifically selected the ones with a light that indicates when someone is watching the feed.

I like to tell myself it was for her comfort, but I know it was more so for the fact that I knew she’d call me on my shit when my tendencies started to lean a little too obsessive.

I continue watching, waiting to see what her plan is. After all, she plugged the camera in for a reason.

I’m leaning back in my office chair when she finally comes into frame. Her presence makes me jolt forward, bringing my laptop closer to me. I glance at my office blinds, ensuring they are closed along with my door as my eyes drift back to the screen in front of me.

She’s wearing the sexiest red lingerie I’ve ever seen on a woman. The bra perfectly hugs her shapely breasts, the lace fabric doing nothing to hide her deliciously pink nipples from view. The matching underwear and lace robe leave nothing to the imagination as they hang off each thick curve of her body.

Blood rushes to my cock with an unmatched urgency at the sight of her on my screen as she captures my full attention.

When she doesn’t say anything, I grab my phone and type out a text.

ALEX

What the fuck do you think you’re doing?

I watch as she grabs her phone from her bed, delicately perching her perfect body on the edge of the mattress. Her lips curve into a slow smile as she reads my text.

Looking at the camera, she responds, “Keep watching and find out.” The smirk she gives me has me readjusting my cock in my sweatpants as it aches to be sprung free.

She reaches for something out of frame, her breasts almost slipping free of her bra when she does so. The sight causes me to reach down and grip my own cock in an effort to relieve the building ache.

The midday sun accentuates the tattoos adorning her body. The mix of flowers and stars that cover the side of her hip and thigh, the two delicate vines that decorate her collarbones, and even the small moon that sits right in the nook of her hip, above her thigh. That one is my second favorite, to the one on her spine she’s so rudely hiding from me.

Leaning back on the bed, she brings her toy into frame. The same one she used the morning I heard her moan my name. When she spreads her legs, I’m given the best gift of all.

Her lingerie is split directly down the center, giving me a full view of exactly how wet she already is.

ALEX

Fuck, you’re glistening baby.

It’s all I can type before I have to put a hand on my cock again. Reading my text, she smiles as she stares directly into the camera. Slowly, she runs a single finger up her core before bringing it to her lips, tasting herself completely.

I’m unmoving in my seat as I selfishly take in the show she’s so exquisitely putting on for me.

After she’s licked herself clean, she takes the toy she holds in her other hand, running it up and down her center a few times, fully coating it in her own arousal. I watch as she brings another hand to her breast, pinching her nipple, letting herself get lost in the moment.

When she looks back at the camera, a brown strand of hair falls in front of her face, her expression lustful as she says, “I hope I can take all of this. It’s so much bigger than you.” The lie slips easily from her lips.

ALEX

Watch your fucking mouth.

You know damn well I’m twice the size.

If she’s going to tease me like this, I can do the same. Pulling my sweatpants down just enough to spring my cock free, I snap a photo. Precum has already begun building at the tip of my cock, Beth’s hold on me nowhere near slipping. Hitting send, I tuck my cock back into my sweatpants as I watch her open my most recent photo.

It’s faint, but I catch the subtle “fuck” she breathes out when she taps on her phone. Her eyes don’t leave the photo as she slowly thrusts the toy inside herself. She pumps it in and out, her eyes glossing over as she loses herself to the feeling. Looking at my photo, she’s imagining it’s me.

ALEX

You can say my name again, baby.

Don’t worry, the window’s shut this time.