City Lights At Night #2
Before I could say anything else his mouth was on mine, and whatever I'd been pretending to protest went out of me. I came up onto my toes and held on to his shoulders and let him have it.
He pulled my top up and I raised my arms and let him take it off me, and the cool of the room moved over my skin a second before his mouth came back to mine, one hand spreading warmth over the lace of my bra.
“You wear too many clothes,” he said against my mouth.
“So do you.” I went for the buttons on his shirt and I felt his fingers at the clasp of my bra. It fell to the floor, my breasts spilling into his hands, thumbs circling my nipples until I was arching, moans escaping my throat.
He knelt down and pulled my pants and underwear off, and by the time he stepped back to look at me, I had nothing on but the city behind me.
He unbuckled his pants, let them drop and kicked them away, then freed himself from his boxers.
He lifted my leg over his arm, pressed me back into the window and pushed inside me.
The cold against my spine and the heat of him everywhere else was a sensation I felt all the way down.
I held on to whatever I could reach, with the city blurred in the corner of my eye.
“You like the view?” he murmured against my ear, and before I could answer, he pulled out, and turned me around to face the glass.
My nipples hardened against the cold glass.
The city lights strung out in their grids, headlights threading the dark, the whole downtown right there, close enough to touch and miles away.
“Spread your legs,” he commanded.
I complied, planting my feet shoulder-width apart.
He set my palms flat against the window, his hand slid between my thighs, his fingers parting my folds.
He pushed inside slowly from the back. The angle felt incredible, as he picked up his pace and pressure, until the lights swam and I had to brace just to keep standing.
“Look at it.” His mouth was at my ear, while his hand slid around to my center. “All those people down there, going about their night. Not knowing you're up here against my window like this.”
I couldn't help the moan that escaped me. There was something thrilling about being so exposed, even if logically I knew no one could see us. The sheer audacity of it all had me dripping. I closed my eyes with pleasure, throwing my head back on his shoulder.
“Open your eyes,” he ordered, his voice rough with exertion.
I tried, I really did, but it was impossible to focus on anything but the sensation of Julian, the drive of him, the sound of us in the quiet of that office, the thing already building in me and climbing with every stroke.
When my knees stopped being reliable he pulled out and lifted me clean off my feet, and I wrapped around him and held on as he carried me across the room. Each step drove him deeper, and I clung to his shoulders, burying my face in his neck as he carried me to his massive desk.
He swept it clear with one arm and set me on the cold edge of it and stepped between my legs, and for a while it was just his hands at my hips, the desk creaking under us, and his name coming out of me like I'd forgotten every other word I knew.
“Julian! Oooh, yes!”
His desk was sturdy, but it still creaked under the force of his thrusts. I could feel my orgasm building and I knew I wouldn't be able to hold back.
He pulled out suddenly, and I cried out in protest as he flipped me over, bending me over his desk, my ass in the air. I felt and heard the sharp slap of his hand connecting with my ass cheek. I cried out, more from surprise than pain, but the sting quickly melted into pleasure.
He rubbed the spot gently. “You like that, don't you?”
“Mmhmm,” I managed, my face pressed against his desk.
“This is what you wanted?” he whispered against the back of my neck. “Asking me about breaking in my office.”
“Yes,” I gasped as he pushed inside again. “Yes, that's what I wanted.”
He rewarded me with another slap on the other cheek, then he was pounding into me again. I felt it building again.
“I'm not getting any work done in here after tonight,” he said against the back of my neck. “Going to be seeing you laid out like this every time I sit in my chair.”
“I’m gonna come!” I gasped.
“Not yet. Hold it for me.”
He lifted my chin until I was looking at the window behind the desk. The dark glass reflecting the whole room back at us. My naked body bent over, and his large frame behind me, over me, watching.
“Look,” he rasped, “Look at us.”
I made myself look. My own face in the glass, mouth open, a woman I didn't quite recognize.
A woman who wasn't bracing for anything, wasn't managing anything.
She was just wanting out loud, with her whole body.
And behind her, him, watching her like she was the only lit thing in a city full of lights.
“You see that?” His voice was wrecked at the edges. “How gorgeous you are taking me?”
“Y-yes,” I barely got out. I tried to drop my head because it was too much, being shown myself like that, but his fingers managed to tangle in the back of my short cut, tilting my head up just enough to keep my eyes where they were.
“Watch.”
He started to move again, each slow stroke rocking me forward against the desk, and I watched the woman in the glass come apart by degrees, and I could not look away from her.
“There she is.” He watched me watch myself. “There's my Gorgeous.”
His words sent a jolt through me, unleashing something wild and desperate. I pushed my body back into his thrusts, as he drove into me harder. “Oh god,” I cried out. “Yes!”
“Mmph. Breathtaking… so good, Lyss. That's it,” he breathed. “Let me feel it.”
That was what did it. I broke against the desk with his name in my mouth and the lit city swimming in the glass, and he was right behind me, his forehead dropping between my shoulder blades, his breath gone ragged against my skin.
The building hummed and the city kept on glittering. He carried me to his en suite bathroom, set me on the cool counter, and cleaned me up with unhurried attention. The same hands that had wrecked me moving over me like I was something irreplaceable.
“Why do you always do that?” I asked.
He didn’t look up. “Do what.”
“This. After. You always do this.”
He tossed the towels, and lifted his eyes to mine. “Because I like taking care of you.” He said it like it was obvious. The simplest fact in the world. “I enjoy every part of being with you, Lyss. This too.”
I leaned down and kissed him, and felt him smile against my mouth.
“Finish up. I’ll get your clothes.” He walked back into his office to gather my clothes up off the floor.
He came back with them folded over his arm and set them on the counter beside me. Then took my face in his hand, tilted it up to him, and just stared at me. I didn't know what to do with my face while he did it.
“Why are you looking at me like that?”
“How am I looking at you?” He gave me a peck on the lips.
I smiled. “Like you’re…I don’t know…drunk.”
He didn't answer right away. Just held the look a moment longer with his thumb moving along my cheek. His lips parted, like he was about to say something. Instead he kissed me again, both hands cradling my face.
When he drew back, his playfulness had returned. “Next time, we start at my desk then the couch. Work our way to the windows.”
I lifted a brow. “So what you're telling me is I've created a monster?”
He pressed another kiss to the corner of my mouth. “I’m telling you that we have more surfaces in here to break in.”
I let out a tiny laugh and kissed him deeply.
“Come on. Let's go home.”
I slid down off the counter. “My place or yours?”
He pulled the shirt on, watching me while he did the buttons. “Mine since you don't have Micah tonight.”
“Aww, you want to cuddle with me in your bed, Julian?” I teased like I'd caught him.
“Yep. I want to hold you all night. That a crime?”
I melted right there in his bathroom and didn't bother hiding it. “No. Definitely not.”
He took my hand, laced his fingers through mine, and led me toward the elevator with his thumb caressing my knuckles the whole way.