The queen-sized bed is to the left of the door, so it’s quite easy for me to peek in.
I really,reallywish it weren’t. As my eyes fall upon the space, my mouth goes dry, and my heart speeds up.
I can see him, with his chest pushed into the mattress and his ass up in the air. A man much bigger than him, much bigger thanme, is on his knees behind him, thrusting into him roughly.
Each snap of his hips slams the headboard into the wall, causing Atlas to groan or whine against the force of it.
From here, I can see his face, his eyes clenched shut, and his arms limp at his sides. I can see his leaking cock where it bobs underneath him, obscenely dripping onto the duvet.
“Mmph,” Atlas sounds against the force of a particularly hard thrust, and the man behind him makes a low sound in the back of his throat.
The man’s skin is pale, his muscles taut and defined. Black hair falls loosely to his shoulders, swaying with each movement. I cannot see his face.
Despite the envy, the jealousy, the guilt for seeing something so private, my cock thickens in my pajama pants. Watching Atlas spread out like this, taking it so sweetly, leaking all over himself… It’s a sensory overload.
It’s such an overwhelming image that I almost don’t notice that the feeling from last night is back. The sinister atmosphere.
It’salmostenough to distract me.
The man extends a hand, and I notice that his fingers are abnormally long, his nails sharp. While he’s gripping Atlas’s hip, I cannot see the details of his other hand.
He wraps those long fingers around the front of Atlas’s throat, pulling him up and flush against his chest. Atlas’s back seals to him with their sweat.
The man moves his hand from his throat to pull at Atlas’s nipples, the hand on his hip moving to fist Atlas’s cock with incredible speed as he pounds into his ass relentlessly.
Atlas makes a high-pitched, whimpering noise at the triple sensation in feeling, his head lulling forward to hang against his collarbones.
The man is kissing and biting at the nape of his neck, and I realize I can’t hear him at all. Not the way I can hear Atlas panting.
Then, with one particularly powerful thrust, Atlas jerks, and he’s coming with an overwhelming force. I can hear him crying, his limp limbs twitching and spasming.
His release lands on the bed before him, and the man behind him sounds a loud, possessive growl before he shoves Atlas back down into his own arousal, fucking into him without remorse.
It looks almost painful. I’m not one to shy away from rough sex, if my hard dick that I’m currently trying to hide is any indication, but this looksbrutal.
Without realizing it, I’m leaning forward, my curious eyes trying to see every little movement Atlas makes, to hear every little sound. I’m a pervert.
But as I lean, my forearm brushes the hot doorknob, and I hiss, retracting it quickly.
Only, it was loud enough to be heard.
Atlas doesn’t seem to notice; he remains shoved into the mattress as he pants quickly. But the man notices.
He stiffens, his thrusts abruptly stopping, causing Atlas to groan loudly.Fuck, will he be pissed that I interrupted his hookup? That I saw? Am I going to be fired?
The man turns toward me.
All of my worries leave my brain at once. As if sucked away and disposed of, I am nothing but a husk of a man as I stare back at the thing kneeling behind Atlas.
And I saything, because although his body is normal enough, his face… It’s terrifying.
A mouth too large to fit its features properly, full of razor-sharp teeth, hangs open. Gaping at me, as if in shock. Two pitch-black eyes full of something akin to how I imagine death looks peer in my direction. It does not have a nose or nipples, I notice, as my eyes slide over its toned chest.
I am no longer hard.
And just as I’m about to run away or push the door open and shove thatthingoff of Atlas—I haven’t decided yet—its jaw unhinges even further, and a loud, ear-splitting shriek sounds throughout the room.
“Fuck!” I yell, covering my ears with my hands.
