His Nasty Little Pussy

He gives my foot a gentle squeeze, encouraging me to let go. I try and look down, but his body is behind me and impossible for me to see from where I’m at. I take a deep breath, squeeze my eyes shut, and let go. For one terrifying second, I imagine myself lying on the ground, bones broken and mangled, but then I feel Aiden’s powerful arms around me. He has one arm under my knees and the other around my back. Just like I’m his bride, I think to myself like a lovestruck idiot.

I’m so relieved to be out of the tree and not have any broken bones that I reach up and wrap my arms around his neck, giving him a big hug. It suddenly hits me that he’s still shirtless and that I’m pressed up against all that muscle I’d just been drooling over. It also occurs to me that I’ve just been caught out for masturbating in his tree while watching him work all that hard muscle.

It doesn’t stop me from leaning into him a little more and resting the side of my face against his. I breathe in his amazing scent, hoping he doesn’t notice, and squeeze him a little harder.

“Thank you, Officer Keane,” I whisper.

He gives a soft laugh and sets me down. I try my best to not groan in disappointment when I lose contact with his skin. His flashlight is pointing down, giving us enough light to see each other. I try not to smile when I see his eyes run over me. I know my tits are pretty visible through the white tank I’m wearing, and I’m crazy happy he noticed.

My body is still humming with the orgasm I just had, and the massive kick of adrenaline from being caught is only intensifying things. My nipples are hard, my pussy is wet, and I know I’m flushed and wide-eyed.

His green eyes are unreadable. He’s wearing his cop face and waiting for me to explain what the hell I’m doing in his yard in my pajamas so late at night.Exclusive © content by N(ô)ve/l/Drama.Org.

Well, you see, Officer, I was just rubbing one out on your tree while watching you exercise. No biggie.

I can’t help but let out a small giggle when I think about saying that to him. His mouth twitches a tiny bit, and I wonder if he’s fighting a smile. “Something funny?”

“No, not at all,” I say, “I was just thinking how embarrassing this is. I’m sorry I was up in your tree so late at night. I’ll just go home now and get out of your way.”

I start to leave, hoping like hell I can just slip away into the night, but his voice stops me.

“What were you doing up there?”

I stop because it’s not like he can’t catch me if I run. Plus, there’s just something about that voice of his that makes me want to obey.

“Well, it’s kinda silly actually,” I begin, racking my brain for a reason. “I remembered something from my astronomy class at school, and I just wanted to stargaze for a bit.”

I wish the ground would open up and swallow me whole. Fucking astronomy class? My high school didn’t even have an astronomy class! And who climbs a tree to view the stars? My hand twitches with the need to facepalm myself right now.

“Didn’t you graduate?”

“I did, yes. I’m 18 now,” I add, just in case he wants to fuck the insane woman who climbs his tree at night. “But, you know, really good teachers just stick with you, I guess.”

Oh my god, I sound like a fucking after-school advertisement now. Shut up, Hannah! Just shut up!!

“I see,” Aiden says, shining the flashlight up into the tree, focusing on the branch I was hanging from. “So you thought it would be a great idea to climb a tree, a tree with very thick foliage, to stargaze from on this very overcast night?”

“Well, I never said it was a good idea,” I say, lamely. “What constellation were you trying to find?” I swear I can hear the amusement in his voice.

I hesitate because I know shit-all about the stars, and I know what I’m going to have to say, but fuck I don’t want to.

With as much dignity as I can muster, I lift my head and say, “The Big Dipper.”

The laugh he lets out makes me want to just control in control somewhere and die.

I stand and wait for him to stop laughing. It takes a while. When he’s finally composed himself, he shines the light from the branch I was on to the window that’s directly in line with it. The window that gave me the perfect view of him working out.

“You know, Hannah,” he says in a low voice that sends a line of shivers up my spine, “if you want to spy on me, you don’t have to risk breaking your neck by climbing a tree.”

“What?” I splutter, trying my damnedest to play dumb, which shouldn’t be at all difficult considering the absolute ass I’ve been making of myself. “I’m not spying on you, Officer Keane. That would be crazy. Why would I do that?”

He steps closer to me, and I try very hard to not stare at his amazing pecs. I lift my eyes to his and have to force myself to not take a step back. They’re so gorgeous and very intense at the moment, but I can see desire in them as well. A lot of it. My face heats up for a different reason this time, and I feel my panties growing wet again.

“I think you liked watching me work out.”

He’s so close now. I could easily reach out and touch him. Instead, I clutch at my pajama bottoms and tell myself to behave.

“What were you doing up there while you watched me?”

I can’t speak, so I just stare up at him while my heart hammers away like I’ve just sprinted a mile.

He leans in closer, and I briefly wonder how someone can smell so damn good after working all day and exercising.

“Were you using my tree to get off while you watched me lifting weights through that window?” he asks, sweeping his flashlight to the window again.

“That’s crazy, Officer Keane,” I finally manage to say. “Why would I do that?”

He gives me a sexy grin that makes my breathing pick up a bit.

“I see the way you look at me.”

He shines the flashlight on me again from feet to head, like he’s slowly scanning me.

“I gotta say, Hannah, you look like a woman who’s just had an orgasm. And before that branch broke, I could’ve sworn I heard a moan, a few actually,” he says with a grin.

“That’s an interesting theory,” is all I can think to say, which only makes him laugh again.

“I’m flattered. I am.”

The dark, sexy glint in his eyes has me wishing I was bold enough to just jump into his arms, but the pervy stalker girl is the only line I’m courageous enough to cross tonight.

“Don’t climb a tree next time, though. It’s too dangerous,” he says with a wink.

Next time?

Before I can think to say anything, he’s already walking back toward his house, calling out a “Night, Hannah,” before going inside.

I let out a mortified groan and ran the length of his privacy fence so I could dart back into my yard. How in the hell am I ever going to be able to face him again? I crawl into bed and pull the covers over my head, replaying everything that just happened. As embarrassed as I am, I can’t help but be thrilled at the desire I’d seen in his eyes. He’d liked that I was masturbating to him. Hell, he’d practically invited me back for more!

I lie there wondering how I’m going to make him mine.