The Forever Experiment

9. Easton

9

Easton

Maya’s stumbling, back pressed against the door as she attempts to fish the room key out of her purse. My lips are on her jaw, skating down her neck, refusing to allow an inch of space between us. Her heavy breath and soft whimpers of need tell me she doesn’t mind.

Finally, I hear the click of the lock, and the door falls open behind her, both of us tumbling into her room.

From the moment the words “Take me to bed” fell from her soft, full lips, I was a goner. We raced from the Bellagio to our hotel, stealing touches and blazing through each other with searing glances. The moment I had her in the elevator alone, a decade of pining and a weekend’s worth of pent up tension ripped through me. And now? I won’t let her leave my sight or my arms until she forces me away.

Even if she breaks my heart with that annulment tomorrow, I’ll gladly accept whatever she’s willing to give me tonight—any chance to call her mine, no matter how fleeting the moment may be.

Both hands cupping her face, my lips on hers, my tongue in her mouth as I walk us across the expanse of her suite until she’s pressed against the paneled windows in the bedroom that look out to the hotel’s other tower across from us and the city beyond it. She feels heavenly beneath my hands, like a dream come true.

I’d spend my entire life begging for mere scraps of her attention, but having her like this? Feeling the soft sound of need float from her throat and into mine, her nails digging into my shirt to untuck it from my jeans so she can feel my skin underneath, just as fucking desperate for me? Not even my wildest imagination could conjure this. It feels as if I’ve hit the jackpot a million times over.

She finally works my shirt free, and her soft hands glide up my back, setting my flesh aflame as they move. She’s clawing at me, frantic to get it off, and I understand the madness, because I’ve been waiting to see her pretty tits for fucking years . The last time we were together was rushed, and if this night could be our last, I won’t take it for granted.

“I’m taking my fucking time with you, Maya, baby,” I growl, pulling back from her.

Her hooded, brown and gold-flecked eyes appear near-black with lust as they flutter up at me, her cheeks flushed and beautiful chest heaving rapidly. Lips swollen from my kisses, body flaming from my touch, she’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever fucking seen.

With an immense amount of strength, I walk backward, separating us until the backs of my knees hit the bed. “I didn’t get to see all of you last time, so if you want me now, I’m going to need you to show me.”

First, she lifts her chin and slowly raises a brow, as if ready to challenge my demand, but something else flashes across her pretty eyes, something like unease or insecurity. “I don’t look the way I did back then.”

“You were perfect then, and you’re perfect now,” I say, softer than before. “I’m already fucking hard for you, Maya. I’m pathetically obsessed with every inch of you.” I’ll admit my true, deranged level of desperation if it means making her comfortable. “Do you need me to beg, baby? Because I will. Show me your body, and I’ll make sure you never feel bad about it again.”

I can see her attempt to fight it, but the smile my words bring to her mouth breaks through, spreading across her pretty, blushed cheeks.

“Are you ready to be a good little wife and get naked for me now?” I ask.

Biting her lip, Maya’s thighs rub together, as if working to quell a burning need, a thirst only I’ll be able to quench. “Yes.”

“Strip.”

She responds with a sultry smile, playfully toying with the straps of her dress. “Right here, in front of the window?”

I nod, settling back against the edge of the bed. “I want you backlit.”

She lifts her foot, placing it against her other heel, but a shake of my head halts her. “Heels stay on. Ring stays on. Everything else comes off.”

Her breath hitches, but she complies, slowly working her dress down her arms until it folds in half at her waist. She’s wearing a white lace bra, and as the black dress slides down her thighs and falls to the floor, she reveals a matching pair of underwear. She kicks the garment in my direction, and I watch it soar across the room until it lands at my feet.

As I lift my eyes to her, Maya blinks innocently, removing the clip that had her hair half-up, allowing her long braids and curls to tumble down her shoulders. She’s lit by blue light from the skyline behind her, casting her dark skin in a transcendent glow. She looks like the personification of temptation in her lingerie, and I am fucking desperate to be corrupted.

“I want to make you crawl.”

Her lips lift, and she places her left hand on her hip, ring glittering so bright, it has my cock jumping. “I don’t crawl,” she says, tone pure seduction.

“Neither do I.”

She leans into the glass, and through the reflection, I can see her perfect ass pressed against it, like it’s fucking begging me to sink my teeth into her flesh. Raising her ring-clad hand above her head and pressing it palm down on the window, she moves at a torturously slow pace to the floor before falling to her knees.

“I don’t crawl, but it doesn’t mean I won’t drop to my knees for you, pretty boy.”

I’m fairly certain a whimper falls from my throat like a goddamn dog begging for a treat. Yeah. I was lying. I’d definitely crawl for her. Crawl, beg, bark. Sit, stay, roll over. Whatever she wants if it means my wife is falling to her knees in front of me like this. Fuck.

I’m lifting off the bed at what feels like the speed of light, reaching her in two long strides. Her espresso eyes are accented by long lashes as they raise to me, a picture of seduction. Dragging her hand up my jeans, she stops at the bulge behind my zipper, fingers resting over my belt buckle. “I didn’t get to taste you before,” she rasps. “I want to now.”

Warmth erupts low in my body, spreading through my veins like wildfire and forcing itself through my throat in a groan.

“Take it out, Maya baby.” The words tumble from my lips like a plea.

“Are you going to be a good husband and let me play with your cock?” Slipping my belt through the loops of my jeans, she tosses it to the floor before slowly unzipping me. “And afterward, are you going to fuck me exactly how I tell you to?”

My arm snaps out, hand gripping her chin and forcing her to lift her gaze. “I’m going to fuck you exactly how you need to be fucked.” Dropping my hold, I growl, “Now, you be a good wife and spit on it.”

Her eyes flare when she shrugs my jeans down my legs and my length springs free, swallowing thickly as she takes it in her hand. She raises her gaze to my face, our eyes locked as she leans in and spits on the head of my cock. I’m gleaming with her moisture under the harsh lights of the city as she spreads it down to my base, coating me in her.

Pausing, Maya tilts her head, studying my dick before a small, surprised gasp leaves her throat. “You’re pierced.”

I watch her eyes dilate as she takes in the frenulum piercing below my head. Her thumb brushes over the small, blue hoop, and sensation rages throughout my body. I hiss at the touch, and she pulls away immediately.

“It’s okay. You can touch it. I like it.”

She lifts her eyes. “You didn’t have this before, did you?”

“No.” I shake my head. “I got drunk and lost a bet a few years ago.”

She huffs a laugh. “And…for women?”

“I’ve never had a complaint.”

She hums, lifting my cock and pressing it against my abdomen before running her tongue up the back side from base to piercing, swirling her tongue around the hoop.

“Fuck, Maya,” I rasp, feeling her hum against my cock at the sound. My head snaps down to find her smiling. I grip my length, outlining her lips with my pre-cum. “You look so fucking pretty like this.” Her lashes flutter at the words. “Now, open that mouth. Let’s see how far you can take me.”

Her wet lips pop open, and I slide my cock between them until I hit resistance at the back of her throat. She gags, adjusting herself before taking me a few inches deeper, her entire mouth tightening around me. She begins to move her head, and pleasure zips down my body, gathering at the base of my spine.

My head spins, eyes rolling back, knees buckling as she hollows her cheeks, sucking deep and swirling her tongue around my cock—somehow all at the same time. Maya has always been ambitious, aiming to be the best at everything she does. I should’ve known she’d be no different when it came to sucking cock. A fucking go-getter, my wife is. Bet she has a praise kink too.

I’m the luckiest goddamn man alive.

Putting my theory to the test, I choke out, “Maya, baby, you’re so fucking good at that. Look at you, taking my cock so deep in your throat.” She moans, adding a hand to my base and moving faster. I feel like my entire body is lifting off the fucking ground. “Oh, just like that, baby. Let me see those beautiful brown eyes.”

She doesn’t slow her rhythm, lifting her gaze to lock on mine. It burns through me, and more than anything in this moment, it’s the eye contact that sends me spiraling. I fall forward, pressing my palms against the glass to hold myself up.

I’m crowding over her, and she looks so small below me—on her knees, my cock down her throat, soft skin casted in a blue glow, braids swaying down her back. She’s still looking at me, and it feels like I’m falling through her eyes, right into the depths of ecstasy.

“I’m going to come. You’re too good at this.” She hums, eyes fluttering at the praise, and I know I was right about that kink of hers. “I need to get inside you.”

She pulls me out of her mouth, nodding fiercely. I grasp both of her hands, helping her stand before pressing her against the window and caging her in between my arms.

“Do you know what’s been torturing me for ten years, Maya, baby?” I whisper against the shell of her ear before dragging my lips down her jaw.

“No,” she breathes. “But what’s torturing me right now is that you’re still wearing a shirt.”

I laugh against her neck before pulling back and lifting my tee over my head as I step out of my jeans and toss both beside us. I nod toward her chest. “Now, it’s your turn. I’ve been dreaming about those tits for years, kicking myself for not making sure I saw them that night.” I reach out and flick the strap of her bra down her arm. “What they look like.” I repeat the motion on her other side. “How they feel hardening beneath my hand.” I grab the cups, pulling them down to bare her chest. “How they taste.”

Maya moans, tossing her head against the glass. It causes her back to arch, pressing her breasts together like they’re a fucking offering. Full and teardrop shaped, they’re begging for me to hold them, touch them, taste them. Her deep brown nipples are hard for me, moving with the heaving of her chest. She reaches behind her, unclasping her bra and letting it fall to her feet.

I dip my head, dragging my lips across her flesh, savoring as I move over her breast. I slip one of her nipples into my mouth, teasing it with my teeth and tongue. Her hand twists itself in my hair, tugging at its strands with her long, red nails. I suck hard before pulling away and moving to her other nipple, and Maya writhes beneath me.

“Easton, you need to fuck me now.”

I groan at her insistence, the confirmation that she’s as needy for me as I am for her. Quicker than she can comprehend, I pull back, grabbing her arm and spinning her so she’s facing the window. I press my body into hers, watching the reflection as her tits spread across the glass.

I’m looking at Maya’s face in the window as her eyes go wide—not with lust or passion, but with shock. Her palms land on the glass, a gasp leaving her throat as she whispers, “Easton, people are watching us.”

My eyes snap up, and for the first time, I realize a group of four men stand in a room across from ours, peering out of its window with mirrored features of shock, if not a little hunger, on their faces. The hotel we’re staying in is composed of two towers that join at their corners, forming an L shape. Rooms closest to the center sit kitty-corner to each other, with a partial view of the Strip and the other tower. Suites like Maya's have only about twenty yards of separation from matching suites on the other side, offering a perfect, clear view through one another’s windows.

Maya wiggles against me, but I hold her steady. “They seem to like watching you.” Keeping my eyes on the other window and the four men, I lean into Maya’s ear. “Do you like it too? Do you think they might want a show?”

“Easton.” She sighs, body stilling. “I… We can’t.”

“It’s not about can or can’t, Maya baby. It’s about what you want .”

“I…”

Four pairs of eyes study my wife where her body presses against the glass window thirty-two stories in the air, the lights of the city illuminating her flawless skin, naked save for the sinful scrap of white lace over her pussy and those bright pink heels that beg me to fuck her. One of them tilts his head while another adjusts himself. They look to the tallest of them, a man standing on the end of the group. I assume it may be a bachelor party, and he’s the groom.

He bites his lip, but when he turns his head, his eyes lock on mine, not his friends’. Offering a shallow nod, he confirms they do, in fact, want to see me fuck my wife against this window, and God help me, the thought of doing so makes me deliriously hard.

“Do you see that, baby? They want to watch.” I press myself into her, letting her feel my raging cock, and she inhales swiftly at the touch. “Does that make you wet? Knowing that when they fuck themselves tonight, they’re going to be imagining you? Imagining us ?”

“Yes.” The word falls from her lip so softly, it’s hardly audible. It’s a truth she doesn’t want to admit herself, but she’s as turned on as I am right now.

“Can you show them how well you take me? How pretty you look when you’re getting fucked by your husband? You do it so well, baby. You deserve to be admired for it.”

“Fuck,” she mutters.

I slide my hands down her arms and across her back, fastening them in the band of her white panties. I wait for her whimper of approval before I tug them down her legs, lifting her ankles to help her step out of them.

I press my lips against her shin. “I’m going to grab a condom.”

“Wait,” she breathes, placing a hand on my shoulder. Looking down at me, her eyes are soft and hazed. “I’m on birth control, and…I can trust you, can’t I?”

I nod immediately. “Yeah, baby. You can trust me.”

If I had any reason to believe I was putting her at risk, I’d grab a condom right now, but I don’t, and I know if she thought the same, she’d say so.

Maya’s lust-laced gaze sparkles in the low light, and her hand snaps out, wrapping her delicate fingers around my throat, tightening as she hauls me to stand. With her grip still fastened on my neck, she pulls me into a searing kiss. Her tongue dancing in my mouth, teeth nipping at my lips, I’m moaning as she whispers, “Then be a good boy and fuck me raw.”

That moan morphs to a rough laugh as I grip her wrist at my throat, pulling her away and bending her arm backward before grabbing her other arm and doing the same. With them crossed behind her back, I press her against the window, noticing our audience still watching with rapt focus.

“Don’t be mistaken, Maya, baby. You can own me every other second of the day…” I tug on her arms, forcing her back to arch as I grip my length. Her ass is out and perfectly positioned to take my cock when I guide it toward her entrance, both us gasping as I feed myself to her inch by inch. “But when I’m inside you, I’m in charge.”

Her head lolls to the side, challenge sparking in her brown eyes. “You’re going to need to earn the right to say that to me, pretty boy.”

I tighten my hold on her arms, bowing her body backward as I bury myself inside her. Her breath hitches. “My God. That piercing.” The word is a breathless moan.

“I know, baby. You just take it, okay?” I rocket my hips upward, watching her reflection as I hit the right spot and her eyes roll back. “Atta girl.”

She cries out as I begin a punishing pace, pumping into her hard and retreating fast before repeating the motion. I watch through the glass in front of us, her pretty tits slamming against the window, her mouth opened wide and eyes blazing in ecstasy.

I look across the hotel, finding the four men still watching us. They’ve all taken up seats on a couch facing the window, each of them wearing an expression of equal parts envy and allure. I notice one of them as he slides his hand down his thigh, covering his cock with his palm.

“Look at them, baby girl. Look at them watching you get fucked right now.” I nod toward the man touching himself. “He can’t even help it. He’s so hard for you.” I lean into her, licking up the bead of sweat trailing down her neck. “Do you think he wishes he was me?”

She responds with a moan, moving her hips to meet my thrusts. Her pussy grips my cock like a goddamn glove, tightening with each word that leaves my mouth. She’s addicted to my words, my praise, my filth. It’s like she was made for me.

“I think they do,” I continue, gritting through clenched teeth as she squeezes me again. “I think they’d all kill for a chance to get inside this perfect little cunt of yours.” Placing my hand on the glass beside her head, I align our bodies closer until there is no part of us that isn’t entwined. “But they can’t have you, can they?”

“No,” she whimpers, legs quivering as her nails dig into my hand where I hold her wrists in place. “They can look,” she pants, breath fogging the glass, “but they can’t touch.”

“And why is that?” I breathe against her shoulder before sinking my teeth into her skin.

She moans. “Because I’m yours.”

“That’s right, baby.” I drag my lips across her flesh. “Mine to touch.” I deliver a swift smack to her ass with my free hand. “Mine to fuck.” I enunciate the words with each slam of my cock inside her. “My.” Thrust. “Fucking.” Thrust. “Wife.”

“Easton,” she cries, her entire body trembling as she begins to go weak. I shove my leg between her thighs, holding her up. “I’m going to—”

“No, no, Maya baby.” In a flash of movement, I fasten my palm over her delicate neck. “They don’t get to see you come. You don’t belong to them.” Tilting her head back so her passion-hazed eyes fall on mine, I tighten my grip on her throat. “You look at me. I’m the one making you fall apart. I’m the man who owns this cunt.”

“Oh, God,” she cries, eyes screwing tight as her lips pop open and she hits her peak.

“Easton, baby. Easton,” I growl, finally letting go of my hold on her arms. I keep one hand on her throat as hers fall to the glass. My other slides down her thigh, grasping beneath her knee and lifting her leg to spread her wide while I fuck her through her orgasm.

“Easton.” She’s shaking, crying, body vibrating as I hold her in place, never slowing my rhythm as I chase my own release. “I want you to come inside me.”

Her pussy pulsates as she says the words, like she’s begging me to fill it. The request has every muscle and tendon in my body going taut all at once. My vision tunnels, stars exploding in my periphery as that building pressure in my spine explodes in red hot, all-consuming pleasure.

The world warps around me, and I’m only vaguely aware of my surroundings, still entirely wrapped in the woman in front of me, in the smell of her hair and the taste of her skin, the way she takes my cock so perfectly—every goddamn inch of it. I’m pulsing, spilling myself deep inside her, and it feels like an eternity before I’m coming down from that high.

“Fuck, Maya,” I breathe, letting go of her neck as we both fall against the window, entirely spent. “You are the most…” I kiss my way down her back. “Incredible—”

“They’re still watching,” she whispers.

My head lifts, having forgotten entirely about our audience in those final moments, too lost in the ecstasy of being inside her to know or care if our joining was being witnessed. Sure enough, all four of the men are sitting on that couch across the way, looking right through our window.

I toss them a smile, raising my hand to my head and offering a salute before I grab the wand attached to the curtains beside me, wrapping my other arm around Maya’s waist and pulling her backward as I whip them shut.

She lets out a sigh as the room becomes cast in darkness. “I can’t believe we did that.”

“My little exhibitionist,” I muse, smiling against her neck.

“Oh my God,” she mutters, face falling into her hands. “That was so embarrassing.”

“No, baby.” I kiss her shoulder, walking us backward to the bed and urging Maya to sit at the edge. “They wanted to watch you just as badly as you wanted to be watched. You’ll never see them again, and they got a far better show than anything else they would’ve seen in Vegas tonight.”

She laughs, shaking her head, but I note the smile she’s hiding behind her hands. She lifts her gaze, and our eyes clash in a mix of amusement and sated passion. “You make me reckless.”

“You make me feel alive,” I admit quietly, more to myself than to her. “Can I clean you up?”

She glances down, leaning back on her elbows and opening her legs, revealing the mess I’ve made between her thighs. A fierce satisfaction rattles me at the sight of it, my cum dripping thickly from her well satisfied body.

“Oh, yeah. Can you grab a washcloth from the—”

Her words are stopped short as I fall to my knees in front of her, gripping each of her knees and spreading her wide. Her eyes blow, breath hitching as I press a kiss to her inner thigh. “That’s not what I meant, Maya baby.”