CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR #2
When I got close enough for him to touch, he reached out and wrapped his large hands around my waist, then lifted me the rest of the way to him. He settled me with my legs straddling his, heels on the ground on either side of him.
“What are you wearing, baby?”
I put my hand on his shoulders as he leaned back a little, bringing my breasts almost flush with his face. He arched his brows at me. “Are you trying to tempt me?”
I gave him a smile. I was feeling too breathless to speak.
He looked so damn hot in his state of undress that I wasn’t quite sure what to do.
Then I saw the look in his eyes and settled down.
I could pretend he was just another man entranced by my boobs and ass.
He’s nothing special, I tried to tell myself, even though I knew that was dead wrong.
He was quickly becoming the most special person in my life, and I was afraid I was setting myself up for a heartbreak. Carmen told me to hold back my emotions, to keep my heart out of this. But I don’t think I’m made that way.
“I’m here to do whatever you want me to,” I said, leaning in to whisper it in his ear, making sure my breasts were crushed against his hard chest.
I heard his slight intake of breath. “Yeah?” He grabbed me by the waist again and flipped me around so fast my head spun.
Suddenly, we were both on our feet and he was walking me towards the huge wall of windows that made up one part of the bedroom.
“What if I want a bunch of people to watch me fuck you?” he asked as he nibbled my earlobe and kissed down the side of my neck.
I sucked in a breath, not sure how I felt about that.
“Yeah, baby,” he breathed against my neck as he bit the tender place near my shoulder, “that’s exactly what I want.
” He untied the bow and my breasts tumbled free from the too-tight restraints.
He caught them in his hands, weighing them, caressing them, pinching the nipples, and leaning forward to suck on them.
When we reached the window, he pressed a button switching the glass from opaque to see-through again. Then he pushed me against it, flattening my breasts a little against the window. I gasped at the coolness of the glass on my fevered skin.
“You like that?” he asked grinding his hard cock against my ass.
“Yes,” I moaned out as he gently worked my legs wider and wider apart. He pushed me harder against the window, as he bent me over and pushed two fingers inside me.
“Oh,” I cried out, throwing my head back.
He caught my hair in his hands twirling it around one of his fists and pulling my head back even further, opening up my throat to him completely.
He grabbed it with his other hand and squeezed a little.
“Mmm,” I writhed back against him as he continued to thrust his fingers deeper and deeper.
“So fucking wet for me, aren’t you?”
“Y… yes.”
“Put your hands on the glass for support,” he ordered, and I did what he said. “Fuck,” he bit out. “Look at yourself in the glass.”
I watched my reflection in shock. My breasts were pushed against the window. His hand was around my throat. My ass was pushed out, and it didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out what was about to happen.
“Look down there,” he said, letting go of my hair a little so I could. There was a large crowd of people walking by. They were too far below for me to really see what they were doing. It didn’t look as if any of them were watching us, but just the thought that they could be made me nervous.
“Oh,” I said, trying to pull back from view.
“No, baby. This is what I want. Let them see me fucking you. Let them see you’re mine.” He got closer to my ear, and his tone softened. “Even if they can see us, they wouldn’t be able to see your face, Daisy.”
“What about…” I choked on the words as he thrust his cock inside me hard from behind. I fought back a cry of anguished delight. I fucking loved how he stretched me just past the limits of comfort. “What about you,” I finally got out, when he pulled out slowly.
“Who cares if they recognize me somehow?”
I did. I turned sharply, and he must’ve seen the look on my face. “You care?” he was clearly startled. “Why?”
“If you’re supposed to be my boyfriend but you’re photographed fucking some faceless woman in a hotel… Oh my God,” I cried out as he slammed back inside me.
“I’ll hide my face, baby. I enjoy biting you anyway.”
“Okay,” I breathed out before he really started fucking me.
He pulled back hard on my hair, hid his face in the crook of my neck, and choked me lightly with his hand around my neck.
He had me pinned from behind, too, making me arch my back, pushing my tits against the glass and opening up my ass and pussy for him to use as he saw fit.
“Fuck, yes,” he said, and he slowed his pace, fucking me slowly for all below to see if they happened to look up. It was a slow, sensual dance, his cock moving in and out in a steady, measured pace, while I begged for more.
“Please, Jack,” I mewled, pushing my ass back against him, forcing him to give me his cock harder, deeper than he was doing it.
“No,” he said in his low, deep tone, “this is how I’m going to do it. You’ll take what I give you and be happy with it.”
“Mmm, yes, sir,” I moaned and heard his sharp intake of breath. He liked when I called him ‘sir’.
The ‘show’ lasted for another fifteen or twenty minutes at least, with him fucking into me slowly, relishing the thought of onlookers staring at us from below.
He maneuvered me closer to the window, but continued fucking me.
The motion of him rocking into me bumped my clit against the window over and over again until I came hard against the glass.
“Oh, Jack,” I cried, trying to pull back, but he pushed me forward, one hand sneaking around to work my clit until I came once more, shaking and crying out.
I wondered if my screams of pleasure could be heard from the ground below.
Then Jack turned us both to the side, still fully in view of the bystanders down below, and pushed me to my knees.
“Suck my cock like the good girl you are, Daisy. Take me down that pretty throat until I blow all over you. I love them watching you on your knees for me.”
“Mmm hmm,” I moaned as I took as much of him as I could, watching as he threw his head back.
I took him deep, then sucked him hard, over and over again.
“Fuck,” he barked out as I moved at a relentless pace.
I wondered if the people below could see us.
And I wondered why the thought excited me so much.
I sucked his cock with a renewed fervor, as if I was putting on a show.
He groaned and went still, his dick growing impossibly bigger.
I knew he was right on the verge of coming.
“Push up those gorgeous tits for me, baby,” he growled, pulling out of my mouth.
I moved back, licking my lips, sitting on my heels, and hurriedly pushing my breasts up to receive his cum.
He put one hand on the window as he jacked himself hard a few times and then shot his load all over my tits, his warm cum dripping all over me.
“Clean me up,” he demanded.
I’d never done that before. I looked up at him and saw fire in his eyes as he stared at the evidence of his climax all over my breasts.
“Daisy,” he said softly, in a voice that demanded I pay attention to him. “I said clean me up. Come take care of the mess we made.”
I crawled to his cock, watching him the whole time.
The first lick I gave him elicited a guttural moan of pleasure and spurred me on.
I continued, licking and sucking until all traces of cum were gone.
Soon, he was hard as a rock again and staring down at me with so much lust it was almost frightening.
It was definitely thrilling that I had caused this response in him. I had made him crazy with desire.
He jerked me to my feet, pushed my front against the window, gripped my hips tightly, and fucked me as hard as he dared against it, me screaming and crying out with each new thrust. He was relentless, reaching around and pinching my clit, making me come until I was begging for a break.
Then he pounded into me a few more times, holding my tits up for the world to see, and unloading inside me once again with a primal yell.
Then he carried me into the shower and was so tender and caring with me as he washed me off, I felt like I was dealing with a very dirty Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde scenario.
***
The next morning, I was wearing one of Jack’s T-shirts and staring out the window at the crowds starting to grow on River Street.
Jack was asleep in bed, breathing heavily.
We’d spent all night fucking, and I had to admit I was becoming addicted to him.
I’d never thought of myself as an overly sexual person. But with Jack? I was insatiable.
And he definitely was. I’d never known a man could rebound so quickly. He was almost always ready for more. And I was more than willing to give it to him. Sex with Jack was… a revelation, and I didn’t even want to think about having to give it up at the end of our time together.
I bit my lip. How would I possibly handle it when I saw him linked to some new, gorgeous model every other week?
I closed my eyes briefly. I was falling for him. I didn’t want to, but it was happening. I knew I had to fight it.
I opened my eyes again, looking first at the window that Jack had ordered to be cleaned while we were in the shower, unbeknownst to me. I smiled at the thoughtfulness. He didn’t have to do that. It probably would have turned him on to look at it this morning.
He’d known, though, that I would probably feel embarrassed or ashamed by the sight, so he’d taken care of it. I smiled and reached out to touch the glass, thinking of everything we’d done together the night before.
Then I looked down at the people milling about on the street down below.
Had any of them watched us the night before?
Probably not, but the thought still excited me.
I was surprised by how much I seemed to enjoy sex in front of others.
I crossed my arms over my chest, hoping no pictures showed up on the internet showing Jack or me during the act.
A sudden chill ran down my spine, and I frowned, unsure what my body was picking up on that my mind hadn’t yet processed. I looked around, my eyes darting between couples, until my eyes landed on a lone figure standing still in the shadows of a building.
I stepped closer to the window, trying to make out anything about the person. It was a man—I could tell from his build it was a guy. There was something about the way he was watching me that had the hairs on the back of my neck standing up.
He seemed to realize that I’d spotted him. He stepped back into the shadows even further, and if I hadn’t already seen him, I wouldn’t even know he was there.
Who was it? Was this my stalker? Had he followed me to Savannah somehow? My face suddenly burned bright red. Had he watched Jack and me the night before?
Oh God. A sick feeling washed over me.
How was he always a step or two ahead of me?
And the even bigger question—How was I going to escape this guy? If he followed me to Savannah with Jack, would he follow me home to Crosston when my contract was up and I’d graduated?
Because no matter what, I wouldn’t put my sisters in danger.