SexyShortsGeneric by Shana Gray Page A

voyeur—and she couldn’t tear her eyes away.
    The woman rubbed her body against the man as if she were a…a burlesque dancer putting on a show.
    The sensuality emanating from the couple prickled goose bumps along Val’s flesh. She sucked in a breath. The wet heat between her thighs dampened her panties. Her breasts ached as if she was the one being touched.
    The man stuck like glue to the woman as he thrust his hips against her ass and continued to pluck and play with her nipples. A brief flash of guilt made Val glance away, but she was drawn back to watching them.
    Heat flamed low in her belly and her nipples tightened as she imagined Ty’s hands on her. Her physical reaction took her by surprise.
    Who knew it would be this much of a turn-on to watch other people through the binoculars? She tightened her thighs, enjoying the increased pressure on her pussy, and moaned with her ripening arousal.
    Where the hell was Tyler?
    Val steadied the binoculars in one hand and slid the other inside her shirt. She cradled her breast and swept her thumb over her nipple, the tip puckering and begging to be sucked. She moaned in frustration, wishing Ty was there to fulfill her need. She pinched the stiffened tip, pretending it was him doing it.
    “Hurry up, Ty.” She whispered the words to the gentle waves at her feet and to the wilderness around her.
    “I’m here, baby,” Ty’s deep voice whispered in her ear. “What’s got you so hot and bothered?” His arms snaked around her waist, drawing her against him.
    Val dropped the glasses, leaned into him, and pulled his hands up under her top in imitation of the other couple.
    “Touch me, Ty.”
    He chuckled and did as she bid, replacing her fingers with his.
    Ahh, much better. She reached back to grab his hips and rotate her ass against his hardening cock.
    “What’s gotten into you today?” He kissed her nape and Val tipped her head sideways, giving him better access. God, she loved it when he nibbled her flesh.
    His hot tongue left a scorching trail and she couldn’t contain herself. She needed more of him.
    Now.
    Val turned to face him, slipped her arms around his neck, and drew him in for an urgent kiss. His chest flattened her breasts, the binoculars crushed between them, and she still wanted to be closer. To get rid of the clothes, to feel the heat of his skin next to hers.
    She met his tongue with wild strokes of her own. Her lips seemed connected to her clit, and a current of raw, primal lust shook her to her very toes.
    She couldn’t breathe, but it wasn’t air she needed right now.
    Val hooked her ankle around Ty’s calf. They’d both worn shorts today, and she loved the press of flesh on flesh.
    Ty groaned into her mouth and shoved his hips against her. She knew he wanted her to feel his cock, hard and insistent.
    “You‘re always so ready for me, aren’t you?” She murmured against his lips before pulling away and sucking in a ragged breath. She hung onto his forearm to keep steady on her trembling legs.
    An image of the other people popped into her head. Ty had to see what the couple was doing.
    She removed the binoculars and handed them to him. “Quick, look,” she urged, pointing across the lake to the top of the cliff where she’d last seen the lovers.
    He peered through the glasses. “What am I looking for?”
    “You can’t see them? They're on the first lookout.”
    “It’s empty. No one’s there.”
    “Shit. You’re kidding.” She took the glasses from him. “Let me see.”
    He was right. They were gone. Disappointment settled in her belly. She’d wanted him to see them—and what they were doing—and get as turned on as she was.
    “Why, what’s the big deal? What did you see?”
    She glanced at him and raised her eyebrows. “Some very public displays of affection. The guy had his hand under her top and they were getting into it.” Then she added, licking her lips, “I couldn’t look away and wish you’d gotten here