Tight Spaces: An Erotic Short

His fingers moved at a rapid pace as he installed the malware onto her phone. She smiled at him, an uneasy smile like she knew everything he planned to do, but of course, she didn’t. In fact, Nyx didn’t know him at all, but soon he would know everything there was to know about her. After saving his number, he reached out and she snatched the phone from his open palm.

“You make it a habit of taking women’s phones?” she asked with a coy smile. 

“If they look like you,” he said into her dark brown eyes. She averted her gaze to the ground between them, but he could see his words had an effect. “Use it sooner than later,” he nodded to the phone she held. “It’s saved under Roach.”

“Eww. Roach? Why do they call you that?” It took a moment for her question to register as he stood lost in the most intriguing set of eyes he’d ever seen. 

“Well,” he said stepping forward to close the short distance between them, “They call me that because I’m sneaky and very good at getting in and out of tight spaces. You got some tight spaces need gettin’ into?”

Nyx gasped and her jaw dropped. Almond-shaped eyes that were low and heady, doubled wide. God, she was beautiful. He’d seen beautiful women before. More than his fair share, but there was something about Nyx Montgomery driving him wild. She sat awkwardly, her fingers gripping the steering wheel, while her eyes darted from his, down to his chest, and back up again. Her silence gave him the opportunity to make a grand exit. “Until, next time,” he said reaching for her empty hand. “And there will be a next time.” He emphasized each syllable of every word before placing a light kiss on the back of her hand and walking away with the scent of coconuts mulling his senses. 

He refused to look behind him. The woman unnerved him, but he couldn’t let her see him sweat. He headed back inside, wishing he’d reserved a hotel room instead of being a third-wheel guest in his friend’s love nest. Once inside, he avoided the love birds and went straight to the guest bedroom, locking the door behind him.

Why is she so beautiful? What is it about her? The questions sounded off in his mind as he opened his laptop and went to work. He knew his plans were unethical. Hell, they were probably illegal, but Roach refused to let something like ethics and law stand in the way of him learning more about Nyx Montgomery. Within minutes, he had access to her cell phone contacts and text messages, thanks to the malware he secretly installed on her phone. 

Although he knew she would be angrier than a ticked-off yellow jacket, he couldn’t resist the urge to pry into her private life. Peeping in on the private moments of others always gave him a special thrill. An image of Nyx, naked in a steamy shower appeared in his mind’s eye. He let his mind wander, relishing in the idea of watching white suds cascade down her smooth, dark skin while he hid secretly enjoying the show. 

Suddenly, the buzzing of a cell phone took over the room. Roach slammed his laptop shut and looked around the room, but he was still alone. He released and steadying breath and retrieved his phone. He lost his breath again when he recognized the number flashing on the screen. 

“Hmm, that was fast.” He answered, trying to sound calm, although his heart pounded in his chest and his balls tightened. 

“You did say sooner than later.” 

“I did,” he said with a smile. An awkward silence took over as he tried to come up with something witty and smooth to say.

“So, umm, did you do something to my phone?”

The question caught Roach by surprise, but he did his best to remain collected. “I did,” he said deciding the truth would serve better than any lie he could concoct at the moment. “I left you something special.”

“Something special, huh? Are you spying on me, Roach?” 

He wasn’t sure if she was angry or curious, but there was a hint of playfulness in her tone. “Well, what if I was?” He cringed in anticipation for a barrage of insults to come his way, but they never came. “You still there?” he asked, afraid she had ended the call. 

“Yeah,” she responded breathlessly. Another moment of awkward silence took over the line. He was about to ask if she was still there again, but she cleared her throat. “You don’t have to spy on me, you know? We both grown. All you gotta do is ask.”

“Fuck,” he growled through clenched teeth. She wasn’t some shy college student. She was sassy, smart, witty, and sexy as all hell. “What if I told you I like to spy? I like to watch.”

“Then, I guess I would say that’s a good thing because I like being watched.”

Roach sucked in a breath. Did she really just say that? Her answer was like music to his ears. Some kinky stars were definitely in alignment over Houston, TX and he planned to take full advantage of it. “Is that so, Miss Montgomery? You better be careful, or….”

“Or what?” she interrupted. 

He envisioned her standing with a hand on her cocked hip. “Or I’ll give you exactly what you’re asking for.” 

“And, just what am I asking for?” she teased.

“For help with a tight space that needs getting into.”

“Roach, you’re a mess,” Nyx replied after a bout of boisterous laughter. “But all my tight spaces are just fine. Thank you.” Rejection struck and his shoulders slumped as hope evaporated into the air. 

“Is that so?”

“It is,” she said matter-of-factly. “But, if you want to watch me….I know I can’t stop you.”

Roach flinched and cocked his head. Women could be confusing, but Nyx was proving to be an enigma. “I don’t know what you mean.”

“Look,” she said after a deep breath, “I know about you, about what you do. How smart with computers and stuff you are. I asked my sister about you…and like I said, if you want to watch me, I can’t stop you.”

Roach’s groin tightened as the real meaning of her words settled over him. She wanted him, and if his straining erection were any indication – he wanted her too. “Do you want me to…to watch you?” 

“Yes,” she whispered, then ended the call. 

So, she’s into it. The realization settled, leaving his head spinning. He never imagined a woman like Nyx would be into the same kinks, but as fate would have it, she was. Expectancy clung to every fiber of his being. 

He went to bed that night with Nyx on his mind. She was his first thought when he opened his eyes the next morning. He groaned and palmed the steadily growing erection straining against his boxer briefs. He rolled over, snatched his phone off the nightstand, and shot her a text without thinking. He would only be in Houston for a few more days. It wasn’t the time for thinking. It was time for action. And watching. 

Ring light. Tripod. Baby oil. 

Roach propped up against the headboard and placed an elbow behind his head as he waited for her reply. 

???

He smirked to himself, delighted in her curiosity. He was in the middle of texting his reply when his phone rang and her number appeared on the screen.

“Good morning, Miss Montgomery,” he drawled into the phone. 

“It’s too early for this, Roach. What do you want?”

He snickered. She wasn’t a morning person. “Do you have it?”

“Huh? A ring light, tripo…,” she trailed off as realization set in. He remained quiet, his lust for her growing with each passing second. “I use coconut oil, honey. Will that do?”

“That’ll do just fine.”

“Okay so what do you want me to do?” she asked, her voice a few notches higher than usual. 

“Set up the light and tripod facing your bed. Make sure the oil is close by.”

“And then what?”

“Wait for me to watch, Miss Montgomery,” he said and hung up the phone.

Always calculating, Roach did his best to play it cool. He fought off the urge to watch her several times throughout the day. The anticipation had him ready to burst out of his pants, but a woman like Nyx Montgomery was worth waiting for. Roach resisted his urges well after dusk until the sun had completely fallen behind the horizon, leaving slight hues of amber and gold peaking across the darkening sky. 

Go shower

The text was short and simple, but he knew she would understand the meaning. He logged into the spyware app on his phone and entered his encryption key. Moments later, a naked Nyx stood before him on the screen. From what he could tell, she appeared to be adjusting her phone on the tripod. Seconds later, the room brightened, bringing her beautiful dark skin into glowing view. God, she was gorgeous. 

Roach shifted in his seat, his eyes glued to the screen as he watched Nyx prepare for her shower. She slipped a shower cap over her dark curls and blew a kiss at her camera before walking out of view. Yeah, this was going to be fun. 

The minutes ticked by at an agonizing pace, while he envisioned Nyx in the shower, somewhere out of camera range, soaping herself in coconut-scented suds. He took her absence as an opportunity to get more comfortable. He sat his phone aside and pulled his shirt over his head. When he picked up his phone again, Nyx was there, sitting on the edge of the bed and oiling herself. Her movements were slow. Deliberate. He sat in a trance-like state, lost in the scene unfolding on his screen. 

Nyx inched back to the center of the bed and reclined on her elbows. Roach’s forehead inched closer to the screen as she slowly spread her legs. Through flared nostrils, he inhaled deeply, his eyes locked at the chocolate flesh and sweet, pink center staring back at him. His eyes darted from her mischievous smile to the enticing flesh calling his name. 

“Good girl,” he muttered aloud when she slipped a hand between her spread thighs. He licked his lips when she began circling two fingers over her exposed bud. He almost lost it when she lifted those same two fingers to her mouth and slurped them in, before returning them to the spot between her legs. Fuck. Nyx knew what she was doing.

Roach slid a hand beneath his waistband and gripped his girth as Nyx continued her stellar performance on screen. Soon their tempos matched as he pumped wildly, spellbound by the woman working herself on the screen. Her back arched off the bed and he knew she was close. He was close too, but then she flipped over to her stomach, lifted to her knees, and looked back at him over a shoulder. Their eyes made contact. Even though they were miles apart, he could feel her heat and smell her scent in the room. 

He watched in awe as she gyrated her hips over her hand, and he wondered what she felt like. Tight and wet. Just how she looked at the moment. Since he was a teenager, he’d always gotten off by watching. There was something about it that turned him on, but with Nyx it was different. Watching her would never be enough. He needed to feel her. To taste and to touch her. He climaxed, his lust coating his hand in sticky warmth. 

“No, this isn’t enough,” he thought, while Nyx became lost on the other side of the camera. He watched her chest heave and body shudder. God, she was beautiful when she came. He would bet money she felt as good as she looked in that moment. 

Although they were from very different worlds, and she was strictly off-limits, Roach knew as he watched her breathing return to normal – he would have Nyx Montgomery and he didn’t care who stood in his way. 

voyeur erotica

Tight Spaces is an erotic short story written for Kink of the Week. The characters in this story are actually part of The Headmaster’s Harem universe and as you may have guessed – Roach’s kink is voyeurism. 

One thought on “Tight Spaces: An Erotic Short

  1. At the beginning I was like… urgh no, that is NOT ok and not sexy but then you wove in the consent part brilliantly. Really enjoyed this a lot. Thanks for joining in with Kink of the Week

    Molly

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