Page 14 of Glory Hole

I can totally get on board with that.

He places a chaste kiss on my lips before turning the door handle and pushing my door open. His hand swatting my ass makes me jump as I walk back inside.I turn to look at him, and with a wink, he pulls my door shut.

“Hot damn. That must have been some fucking apology or did you get hit by a tornado in the hallway?” Christina asks, and I turn to look in the mirror.

“Jesus.”

My hair is in a tangled mess. My red lipstick is smeared all over my face and my kiss-swollen lips. My glasses sit precariously atop my nose, crooked, and my dress is half shoved off my boob. My cardigan hangs wonkily from my shoulder. Damn. I try to pat my hair back to some form of normalcy then decide screw it and twist it into a bun on top of my head. I mentally add smudge-proof lipstick to my shopping list, hoping more sexy times are in store for Beck and me.

“Okay. That was hot as hell. I don’t know what happened. One minute, he was apologizing. The next, he was dry-humping me up against the doorframe. Let’s talk some books, ladies.” I grab a tissue off the entry table and try to wipe the lipstick from my face and lips.

“Fuck that. What happened with Beck?” Jen asks, moving to the kitchen to fill her wine glass.

“He apologized. Dirty words were said, and I almost came in the hall, until Maddox interrupted. Can we discuss books now?”

I really just wanted to get them out of my house and go rub one out. Damn Beck and his filthy mouth. Wine sounds like a good idea. I make my way to the kitchen to pour myself a glass. Maybe it will calm this need to go see for myself just what Beck’s filthy mouth is capable of doing.

“She just wants us to leave so she can masturbate.” Ev reads my mind as she joins us in the kitchen.

“Evelyn Salinas,” Ti chastises her.

“What, it’s what I’d want after getting shut down.Let’s go girls. Glory needs some alone time.” Evelyn snags her purse while simultaneously chugging the rest of the wine in her glass.

We say our goodbyes, and I breathe a sigh of relief.

After a shower and getting into my most comfortable pajamas, I wander through the house, shutting off the lights and TV. But then I hear the unmistakable sound of a groan. I stand stock still. It comes again. Longer, a bit louder this time.

“Holy shit.”

It’s Beck. I forgot about the hole in the wall. I tiptoe over to it and move the painting I placed in front of it as quietly as I can. I sit down and press my eye to the wall to spy on my neighbor. There he is…sprawled out on his bed in all his naked beauty.

Naked. Thank you, baby Jesus.

His abs flex and pull as he pistons his hand up and down his slick shaft. The light from his TV casts shadows on him, making him look mysterious and sinful.It sounds like he’s watching a porn.

“Right there, Daddy!” Yep. Porn. A woman’s voice shouts and moans in a way too exaggerated manner. He isn’t watching the TV, though. He has his eyes closed. I watch him for a few moments before I realize my hand is slowly travelling down to my fun zone. I slip my hand into my pajamas and inside my panties to find my clit. A little rub won’t hurt anything, right? Hell, he’ll never know.

I rub myself in tandem to his ministrations as I use my other hand to free myself from my pajama and panty prison. Just when my breath speeds up and I am trying to stifle back my own moan, I hear Beck’s breathing increase. The muscles in his arm flex and bulge with each stroke of his hand. Another slow, low moan rolls from his lips as his eyes squeeze tighter. He strokes faster, faster, faster.

So do I.

Is it hot in here? I rip my shirt off awkwardly, with one hand as he lifts his hips from the bed, thrusting into his vise-like grip. He’s about to come and so am I. He is so fucking hot.

“Mmmm…Glory.”

My name tumbling from his lips as he comes sends me toward the edge. I slap my free hand over my mouth, squeeze my eyes shut, and rub my clit raw before I come, stifling my own sounds.

This is the best sex I’ve never had.

Chapter Seven

Beckett

I couldn’t stop myself from getting my hands all over Glory as she stood in my kitchen in that sexy as fuck dress. I said a few filthy words to her to see her blush. When she reacted to my words, her eyes becoming hooded, her breasts heaving as her breathing came at a sharper rhythm, her tongue darting out across her bottom lip, I was done for.There was no way I wasn’t going to push her as far as she’d let me take her.The way her flesh felt under my fingers, songs should be written about it. Her soft skin pebbled beneath my touch but warmed at the same time. It took every damn thing I had in me not to turn caveman and drag her to my room like a prize. And what a prize she is.

I thought I'd fucked up my shot with Glory. The look on her face after I’d laughed at her dirty talk nearly broke me. I couldn’t help myself, though. She is so fucking adorable. Watching her try to talk dirty but struggling to do so was endearing as hell.

It crushed me when she walked out, almost looking defeated. After chasing her out, apologizing, and near-fucking her in the hall, I had to have another session jerking the gherkin again. I’ve not jacked off this much since I was a teenager. I’m pretty sure my cock has been hard since I laid eyes on her. A little porn and lube does the job.

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