Page 21 of Doxed

What are the chances that Miles would have my favorite ice cream? I take the carton out and set it on the counter while I grab a bowl and spoon.

After sitting out in the rain, I came inside and changed and Miles made dinner.

We are together, mostly in silence as usual, but I caught him looking at me a lot more than usual.

We went our separate ways afterward, him to his office, and me to my room after cleaning up after dinner.

I took a shower and watched a movie before coming back down for some dessert.

It’s quiet down here, but it’s always quiet here. I like it a lot. I guess Miles is like me and he enjoys the silence.

He said he would help me find the girls from the club and ever since then I feel like a cloud has cleared from my mind.

Every night I see Serena’s terrified face as we ran into each other in the hallway and hear her scream as they found her.

I have to figure out a way to help her. To help all of them.

After putting a few scoops into my bowl, I place the carton back into the freezer and head back to my room. I want to enjoy my dessert while watching a new show I found.

I take the last step onto my floor when I hear a strained groan from the third floor. My body jolts slightly, and I glance up the stairs.

I really shouldn’t check on him, I think as I set my bowl on the floor and start up the stairs to Miles’ bedroom.

Maybe it’s because he’s so shrouded in mystery that I'm grasping at any opportunity to learn more about him.

Maybe my long isolation has bored me, but I don't stop until I reach the top of the stairs.

I peek into the living area and find it empty, so I walk on soft feet toward his bedroom. The shower running gives me a slight sound cover, but I still creep my way around the partition and check his bed; empty.

I walk over to the wall and run my fingers along it as I walk toward the bathroom.

I'm just as bad as Miles, worse even. I know he’s in the shower, and yet I'm inches from watching him.

I can't stop myself.

I lean around the wall and see Miles leaning against the back wall of the shower, head thrown back, eyes screwed shut, legs open, and him stroking himself.

My mouth goes dry as I watch his arm and stomach muscles flex as he pumps his long length, his piercing glinting in the overhead bathroom light. Water trails down his body and drips from his moving hand.

This is the first time I'm seeing so much of his body. He's tall and lean, muscles popping everywhere, but he’s not bulky. He has a few tattoos scattered over his legs, but the majority of his work is on his upper body.

I remember his cock inside my mouth that night at La Lujuria. I've thought about it many times since it happened.

I memorize the way he moves his hand along his cock, flicking his wrist at the head and squeezing tightly.

He pumps himself swiftly, his chest rising faster and faster, matching his pace.

His movements get slightly jerky before he groans loudly again and ropes of cum coat his fist and the tiled floor before flowing with the water down the drain.

He lets go of his cock and I push back, hurrying out of his room and down the stairs.

Oh my God, why am I having this kind of reaction? My cheeks flush and my body heats as I replay the display in my head.

Sex isn’t anything new to me. In fact, it’s rather boring at this point. I’ve seen and done it all. Nothing can surprise me, shock me, or make me uncomfortable.

I’ve watched people touch themselves or touch others. Others have watched me. But watching Miles stroke himself until he came was the hottest thing I've ever seen.

Shutting the door to my room, I press my back against it and try to calm my breathing.

My chest slowly rises and falls, and I look around my room. Oh shit, I forgot my ice cream outside on the fucking floor.

I quickly open the door and retrieve my now melted ice cream, setting it on my nightstand before glancing down at the drawer.

Thoughts of Miles flutter through my brain, his body, his strength, his pierced cock.

I take my dildo out of the drawer and climb onto the bed. I settle onto the pillows behind me and look up at the camera in the corner of the room, the red light blinking dimly. I should take this to the bathroom and do this in the shower, but I want him to watch.

So I don't even get under the blankets. I set the thick dildo beside me and pull my shorts and panties down before tossing them to the floor. Then I spread my legs wide and run my hand down my stomach to my clit.

I start slowly rubbing it in circles, closing my eyes and imagining Miles doing it to me instead. My pace quickens as the heady sensations fill my body and I pick up the dildo from beside me and open my mouth.

I take the silicon cock into my mouth and suck it down, getting it wet. My fingers move from my clit to my opening and I ease two fingers inside, shallowly thrusting and bringing my pleasure to my opening, lubing myself in preparation.

Moaning around the cock, I pull it from my mouth and lower it to my pussy, both of us sufficiently wet.

I push the purple cock into my pussy inch by inch, my chest rising with my rapid breaths as I go, my round fake tits heaving with the motion.

Finally, the dildo is full seated inside of me, the flexible finger sliding through my pussy lips to rest nicely against my clit, and I click the button to turn it on.

The finger vibrates softly while the cock thrusts inside of me.

I imagine Miles pushing into me, his muscular arms bracketed on both sides of my face as he holds himself above me. His glowering face that turned into a contented sigh when he was stroking himself in the shower.

I turn up the dildo to the next setting, the vibrations stronger and the thrusting faster.

Laying my head back against the pillows, I bend my knees and open my legs wider, drawing my shirt up over my breasts and popping my finger in my mouth before circling it around one nipple.

I don't want Miles to miss a single second of this, and although I'm very much putting on a show for him, it doesn't feel that way because I'm so turned on and so invested in how this is making me feel more than how it'll make him feel.

I picture his mouth suctioning to my nipples and groping my breasts. I imagine my hands as his, the dildo as his cock, fucking me steadily.

I click the dildo up to the third setting, my body jolting as the vibrating finger ramps up, and I drop my tit to put my hand over my mouth to muffle my scream of pleasure. This toy has always done it for me, but it’s never felt this good. I’ve never imagined a man when using it.

The toy is loud as it thrusts wildly inside of me and I feel an orgasm cresting, ready to break at any moment.

Looking back at the camera, I smirk and keep eye contact while my orgasm crashes over me and I loudly moan Miles’ name.

Boneless and satisfied—though it would have been a million times better if Miles were actually inside of me instead of a toy—I pull the toy out, the purple silicon slick with my arousal, and take it into the bathroom to wash it and clean myself up.

I leave the toy on the bathroom counter to dry, and walk back into my bedroom and crawl under the covers, rolling onto my side and falling into a deep sleep.