Chapter Thirty-eight
Don
”Where are we going?” Abby asks me for the tenth time in five minutes.
“Can’t you just be surprised?” I ask.
“I think you and I have already established that I cannot.”
With her hand in mine, we walk down the sidewalk. We took a cab part of the way, but I didn’t want to give the address and spoil where we are going. I could go ahead and tell her, but she’s cute when she squirms a little.
We walk a couple more blocks before I stop in front of a fence. “Okay, we’re here.”
She looks at the fence and the construction site behind it. “Did we come here to vandalize something?”
I smile. “Nope.”
“I’m going to need some more information, Don.”
“Come on,” I say, leading her through the gate and inside the massive building.
We walk past the security guy who greets me with an, “Evening, Mr. McDowell.”
“Evening, John.”
“Wait a minute,” Abby realizes. “Is this your job site?”
“Yep.”
“Babe, you didn’t tell me that this was a giant apartment building. I thought you were just building some townhouses or something.”
“Oh, ye have little faith,” I joke.
The building’s power is turned on, so I opt to take the elevator. Once inside, Abby says, “I can’t believe you built this.”
“Well, to be fair, baby, I didn’t actually build it myself. I just supervise other guys who are building it.”
“Fuck those other guys,” she says, leaning in to give me a kiss. “As far as I’m concerned, this is all you.”
The elevator takes us all the way up to the very top floor. When the doors open, I take her hand once more to lead her down the hall. Pulling out a key, I unlock one of the doors and head inside.
Abby’s mouth drops open as we enter the living room. The open floor plan shows off the gorgeous wood floors and black marble countertops in the kitchen. It may be brand new, but it still has a homey feel to it.
I take a minute to show her around, and she says, “Don, this place is amazing. Thank you for showing it to me. I feel a little more part of your world now.”
“Abby, I didn’t bring you here just to show you where I work.”
“Then, why did you bring me here?”
“There’s one room I haven’t shown you yet.” I lead her into the bedroom where the lights are dimmed, giving a perfect ambiance to the main attraction. On one entire wall, there’s nothing but floor-to-ceiling windows which show off a perfect panoramic view of the city.
She walks over to the windows that are now displaying the setting sun.
Walking behind her, I whisper in her ear, “I thought it was about time you saw a New York sunset the right way.”
“Man, I love you and your sunsets.”
I wrap my arms around her as we gaze out over the painted skyline.
“I could get used to this,” she says. “It really is perfect.”
“I”m glad you like it, baby.”
She turns around to link her arms around my neck. “I love it. And I love you.” She reaches up on her tiptoes to press her lips to mine. The kiss is soft and sweet, but when she pulls back and looks into my eyes, she yanks me back in for more. This time, she quickly deepens it, silently begging for more.
Her hands fist in my hair as mine grab a handful of her ass. She moans when I give it a firm squeeze. It’s clear that she wants even more as she moves down to stroke my cock through my jeans.
She pulls back. Breathless, she asks, “Do you think anyone can see in through these windows?”
Now, I know full well that these windows are tinted, and that no one is going to be able to see in. But the look on her face shows that she’s excited by the idea of someone seeing us. When I listened to the book with the public play, she said she was probably too scared to try any of it. But this…this is her way of trying it without stepping too far outside of her comfort zone.
So, I answer, “Maybe. Are you willing to risk it?”
With a wild twinkle in her eye, she doesn’t answer me but instead just sinks to her knees in front of me. I’ve never been one to ask a woman to get on her knees for me, but fuck, Abby looks hot as hell staring up at me.
My eyes stay locked with hers as she undoes my belt before moving on to my button and zipper. It’s so sexy watching Abby find her own perfect style. Maybe that confidence wasn’t there before, but now, when I watch her, I can see it building every single time we touch. I want her to see herself the same way I do.
Powerful.
Sexy.
Beautiful.
And a million other wonderful adjectives I could use.
My fingers run through her hair as she runs her tongue from the bottom of my shaft all the way to the head. A guttural moan escapes me, followed by a quick inhale when she takes me all the way into her mouth.
“Holy shit, baby,” I groan, enjoying every single lick of her tongue. Her mouth is so fucking warm and wet. She moves in long, slow strokes.
She just about pushes me over the edge when her head sinks lower, and she runs her tongue over my balls. I about lose my fucking mind.
Let’s be honest—most women don’t pay much attention to that particular body part. It’s not the main attraction. I get it. But damn, it feels fucking good.
As much as I would love to come down her throat, I have other plans for her.
“Come here, beautiful,” I say, gently pulling her to her feet.
I spend a minute, kissing her, trying to calm myself down a little since I feel like one gust of wind against my cock could have me coming in a heartbeat.
But honestly, this is Abby. I always feel like that, and there’s no calming down.
I yank down her pants and pull her shirt off over her head. She stands in just her bra and panties, looking up at me like she can’t wait for what happens next.
I remove her underwear and command, “Turn around. Hands on the glass.”
“Is it going to hold me?” She asks with a small laugh.
“Of course.” I smile. “I wouldn’t allow shoddy construction.”
She does as I ask, and I use my knee to spread her legs open a little further for me. Walking up behind her, I reach between her thighs and lightly rub her pussy.
I whisper in her ear. “You are so fucking wet, baby. Does it turn you on, thinking that someone could look up here right now and see your pretty pussy on display?”
She nods while releasing a loud moan.
“Do you think anyone is looking up here right now and wishing they were you? Wishing that their man was about to make them come in front of a window overlooking the city?”
I use my other hand to reach under the cup of her bra and play with her nipple.
I continue to tease and play with her until I get her so worked up that she’s practically vibrating.
“Are you ready for me to fuck you, baby?”
“Yes, please,” she moans.
I waste no time in rolling on the condom and sliding into her. There’s a bit of a height difference in how we line up, so I bend my knees a little bit to make it work. I don’t care. I’d stand on my head if it meant I got to fuck Abby.
And this whole thing is her fantasy…not mine. Although I have to admit that it is hot as fuck.
I feel pretty damn proud that I found a way to give her this without worrying about anyone actually seeing her. I don’t know how I would do with it if someone else was looking at her pussy.
Or should I say my pussy.
I’m normally not so caveman-like, but damn, I love her, and I don’t want anyone else getting a taste of what’s mine.
And judging from the noises she’s making, I’d say Abby is loving every second of it.
Leaning into it, I ask, “Who’s pussy is this, Abby?”
“Yours!” She cries.
I could listen to her say that all fucking day.
“Do you want me to make it come?” I ask.
“Oh, God, yes!”
Still slamming into her, I reach around with one hand to rub her clit while I use the other to fist in her hair. It isn’t long before I feel her tightening around me. She screams my name while struggling to stay standing.
Fuck, I can’t get enough of her.
And I pray to God I never will.