CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
(Charlotte)
Taking my hand, Matt guided me back to the elevators and pushed the button for the second floor. When the doors opened, it was onto a much nicer space. Huge windows lined the hallway and surrounded a center courtyard with tables and chairs.
“This is all ours,” he said, pushing through the door. “The building goes around it.”
“Nice,” I murmured, turning in a circle and looking up at the sky. “But people up there will get a show.”
He glanced up at the neighboring buildings that rose above ours. “Yeah, well, they don’t have to look. Get your clothes off.”
I giggled and pulled off my jacket. The autumn air was crisper than I would have liked to be naked in, but I had a feeling that I wouldn’t be cold for long.
I tossed it on the ground, along with my blazer, and started on the buttons of my shirt.
When I shrugged it off, a little thrill of familiar fear shot straight to my clit; was anything hotter than feeling exposed and vulnerable in a public space where I could be watched? Potentially caught in the act?
“This is the like our first time,” I noted, unfastening my pants. “On your private pool deck, where everyone could hear us?”
He made a noise low in his throat, nostalgia mixed with desire. “I remember.”
I kicked my shoes off and shimmied out of my panties. My goosebumps weren’t just because of the low temperature.
“You dared me to fuck myself with a water bottle,” I reminded him, though I was sure he needed none.
That first encounter had been momentous.
Life changing, even if I hadn’t known it then.
Some part of me must have, though. Maybe that’s why I’d spent so much time denying my feelings and running from them.
We’d been perfect together from the start, two deviants matched in every way, but I’d focused so hard on the superficial ones like wealth and distance and our romantic pasts to have seen it until now.
Matt stripped off, throwing his clothes onto the leaf-strewn ground, too. We would definitely have to change before heading back to the office. He cautiously leaned his cane against the nearest table and walked gingerly toward me. “Hop up there on the ledge, princess.”
There was a small, empty fountain in the middle of the courtyard, with a high rim the perfect height for sitting. The concrete was rough on my bare ass, but I did exactly as I was told with a whispered, “Yes, my dragon.”
Carefully, he lowered himself to his knees in front of me and parted my thighs.
“This, you’ll take a knee for,” I quipped, and yelped when he sank his teeth into my inner thigh with a pinching bite.
“Princesses don’t talk back,” he reminded me. “But they are allowed to make a hell of a lot of noise.”
He said it like I had a choice, but once he buried his face between my legs, there was no possible way to keep silent.
He didn’t tease me or give me any kind of warm-up, and though I was aroused by my anticipation, his sudden assault on my clit was far too sensitive.
I squirmed and gasped, my hands braced on the concrete, while his mouth jolted electricity through my flesh.
He pulled one of my legs over his shoulder and I nearly fell backward, but he didn’t stop, swirling and sucking while I tried to balance one-handed and grip his hair with the other.
His midday stubble was like sandpaper against the soft slickness of my inner labia, almost irritating enough to distract me from the work his mouth was doing.
But only almost.
He looked up to meet my eyes and admonished, “I don’t hear you, princess. If you’re bored, I can stop—”
I jerked his head back down and when his tongue swooped over me again, I exaggerated my moan.
Pretending to lose control led to actually losing control, very, very quickly.
Despite the roughness of the fountain beneath me, I rolled my hips against his face, gasping for more, panting, begging for it.
“There’s so much I want to do,” I moaned urgently. Nothing seemed like it could possibly be dirty enough, obscene enough to get me off.
“We’ll do it all, he promised, leaning his face against my inner thigh to speak before going right back to work.
My release coiled tight and low in my pelvis.
It sped toward me with every stroke of his tongue.
I locked my legs around his head, pushed up on my tired, protesting hands as I rode his mouth.
I came crying out to the sky, wondering if anyone watched us. Hoping they were.
Matt lifted his head. “You know, it only just now occurs to me that over there?”
I followed the direction of his pointing finger. A small, dark dome attached to one of the walls, near a corner.
A security camera.
“We do have guards here,” he mused. “At night. I’m sure they review the footage when they come in.”
I swallowed hard at the thought of some total stranger watching me get my pussy eaten on grainy CCTV footage. When they saw us getting undressed, would they fast forward? Or would they watch, jaw slack, eyes glazed as they masturbated to their own private porno?
Matt used the fountain’s edge to get back on his feet, albeit stiffly. “Move that table.”
I hurried to do as he instructed, pushing the cafe table he’d indicated out of the way. He limped to my side and positioned one of the chairs directly in the line of the camera’s site. Then he sat and patted his lap.
“Facing away,” he instructed, and I threw one leg over both of his. He held his cock in position as I settled onto it. “Lean back on me. That’s it.”
There wasn’t much leverage for thrusting, but the little movement he could manage raked the wide curve of his painfully hard cock over my g-spot. He covered my breast with one hand, toying with the nipple, rolling it between his fingers as he used his other hand on my clit.
Nuzzling my ear, he whispered, “They’ll be able to see everything like this. Your pussy spread around me. My cock inside you.”
I moaned at the thought.
“I wonder if they’ll be able to see the wetness dripping out of you,” he murmured against my neck, his fingers rubbing circles over and over my clit while he flexed his hips. “Maybe it’ll be one guard. Maybe more than one. Would you like that?”
“Yes, my dragon,” I gasped, rocking with his motion. The head of his cock, buried deep inside me, rubbed and shifted with every movement, reminding me how fucking deep he was.
“Would you like it if two men, three, saw this? I couldn’t imagine that they wouldn’t jerk off to you.
How could they resist, seeing your cunt open and glistening, watching you grind on me.
What will they think of you?” When I whimpered in reply, the hand at my breast came up to grip my jaw. “Answer me, princess.”
“They’ll think I’m a whore,” I moaned. “They’ll think I’m a filthy slut.”
“You’re right.” He returned his hand to my breast and pinched my nipple painfully hard.
“And they’ll want to fuck you. Maybe I should let them, since you don’t care who sees you behaving like the dirty little slut that you are.
Maybe it would teach you a lesson. Would you like to be taught that lesson, princess?
Would you like me to handcuff you to this chair and leave you defenseless?
If I let those strangers use you any way they wanted to? ”
“No, please, my dragon! I only want you!”
“Liar.” His breathing sped up as he spun the fantasy. “You’d struggle, maybe, but the second you had a cock in you—in your cunt, in your ass, in your mouth—it wouldn’t matter. You’d beg them for more.”
Fuck, I was nearly there. I was going to orgasm right now, in front of this security camera, in front of guards who would watch me in a few hours, see me writhing and shaking and screaming with the orgasm building and building under my dragon’s hands, around his cock rammed inside me.
There was no way to stop it, no way to undo any of it—at least, that I was aware of.
It was happening. Oh god, it was happening, and I was so close, and the pressure was so exquisite, and I was so ruthlessly exposed—
I screamed and thrashed and felt the hot burst of wet cascade across my thighs, down the chair, to splatter on the cement.
My dragon never lifted his hand, rubbing me faster even as I begged him to stop.
But not for mercy, because I was too lost in the abject humiliation, too filled with him and the delicious embarrassment of this public fucking.
“I’m coming!” I gasped as another climax tore violently through me. When it was over and I sagged, limp, against his chest, he pushed me forward.
“Get up.” I got to my feet, almost sobbing at the loss of his punishing thickness inside me.
He gripped the back of my neck and steered me toward one of the windows, moving slowly to keep his balance without the cane.
He pushed me against the glass and the cold brought a shocked squeal up my throat.
In the dim hallway beyond, I spotted another camera.
“Up,” he ordered, nudging my foot, and I looked down. There was a waist-high ledge at the bottom of the window, but it was narrow, precarious. He slapped my ass. “One knee at a time. Hurry up, so I can fuck you hard and fill that pussy with cum.”
I scrambled to do his bidding, though it was difficult to stay on the ledge.
I needed to lean my whole weight against the window, smashing my tits and face against the glass and bracing my spread fingers there.
There was nothing to hang onto, but it was the perfect height.
Matt drove into me once, twice, and then, with a pained groan, stiffened.
He jerked inside me and dropped his head to my shoulder as his cock pulsed jet after hot jet of cum to fill me up.
“Damn it.” He breathed hard. “I wanted that to last longer.”
He stepped back and offered me a hand to step down, but I managed mostly on my own, because he would be weak from walking and standing unassisted.
He made it back to the chair and slumped into it, and I wobbled over to straddle his lap and huddle against his chest. The diamond on my finger winked in the gray light.
I took an almost painfully happy breath.
“Do you think most couples celebrate their engagement this way?” I kissed his throat.
He chuckled and wrapped an arm around my back. “I’m guessing no.”
“One more way that we’re not normal.” I feigned chagrin with my sigh.
Matt tilted my face up to his and kissed me, slow and tender. Not my dragon, but my lover, my friend, my partner for life.
“You’re right, princess,” he promised. “And we never will be.”
I was counting on it.