29 - Haley
29
Haley
Since the moment I met Shay outside the building, I’d been silently praying he would make a move. Being around him was torture—all I could think about was the night of naughty fun we’d shared, and the damn-near-heroic way he’d saved my ass in court. As I showed him around the penthouse, I was turned on so much I felt downright electric .
Maybe I knew he was about to walk through the doorway. And maybe I bumped into him intentionally. Who could possibly know?
When I kissed him on Lucas’s couch weeks ago, he was slow to kiss me back. It was like he was trying to be nice about it. Eventually things got hotter, but it took him a few seconds to really get into it.
But the way Shay threw me up against the wall tonight? He didn’t care about being nice anymore. He gripped my arm and kissed me hotly and hungrily, causing me to melt. My breath quickened as my body lit up like a Christmas tree, wedged between the wall and his hard body, deceptively strong beneath his suit. He growled deep in his throat, pushing into me, arousal rolling through his body into mine.
I hadn’t realized so much tension had built between us since that night at Lucas’s place, but it was undeniable now. As his tongue pressed into mine, I felt like I was going to explode in the best possible way.
Then his lips moved to the side of my neck, our cheeks pressed together. He sighed. “Sorry. I had to do that.”
“Don’t you dare apologize,” I breathed. “Although I’m surprised a lawyer didn’t get verbal consent first.”
He pulled back far enough to playfully glare into my eyes. Then his mouth slid past my cheek once more, teeth dragging against my earlobe as he whispered directly into my ear:
“Do I have your consent?”
“Consent to do what?” I replied.
I felt him smile against my neck. “Whatever. I. Want.”
I fucking melted underneath him, nodding frantically. Only then did he kiss my neck again. I slid my hand up his thigh, over the dress pants. He grabbed my wrist and pulled my hand higher, to the buckle of his belt.
My body was on fire, but I still felt like I owed him for his help in court. I wanted him to know how grateful I was. I spun him around so that his back was to the wall, then dropped to my knees while unzipping his pants, savoring the bulge I felt inside, confirmation of my own desire.
“Haley…” he said, sucking in his breath.
I teased him for a moment, rubbing my cheek against his crotch. Cupping and squeezing him gently through the fabric of his dress pants. They felt expensive, which was a silly thing to be turned on by, but it made my stomach twist with lust.
Shay groaned as I pulled his hard length through the hole in his pants and swallowed him. He was warm and thick, just as I remembered from that wonderful night. I took as much of him into my mouth as I could handle, allowing him to rest there for a few beautiful heartbeats before gripping him by the base and dragging my lips tightly over his entire length, all the way to his tip.
“Oh my God ,” Shay’s moan echoed off the lofted ceilings.
I smiled against his crown. “Relax and enjoy the view.”
I meant the view of downtown Portland through the sweeping window behind me, but I hoped he was enjoying the view of me on my knees sucking him off. For a little while, I focused on giving him the best blowjob I possibly could. He tasted so good that my mouth watered as I worked, gripping his base and pumping him with every stroke of my lips.
The sounds he made were music to my ears.
Shay placed his palm on the back of my head and guided me back and forth, which somehow turned me on even more. When I caught him looking down at me, I gazed right back up at him. Fucking him with my eyes while rolling the flat of my tongue slowly upward along the underside of his shaft.
For a moment, I relished in what I was doing. Giving a blowjob to a client while showing him a condo. The intersection of my work and personal lives made the whole thing that much sexier.
To say nothing of just how sexy Shay was all by himself.
I began speeding up, eager to get him off. I sucked and pumped away, moaning myself as I worked, luxuriating in the way Shay’s fingers tightened in my hair.
But then his grip pulled me upward, away from his cock and into a standing position. His lips found mine hungrily, tongue instantly conquering my mouth.
“I have to have you,” he demanded, fingers diving into his pocket for a condom.
I gasped as he planted a hand on my chest and pushed me backwards, step after step, until my shoulders hit the floor-to-ceiling windows. Then he spun me around until my cheek was pressed against the glass, all of downtown Portland spread out before me.
“We could get in trouble,” I whispered over my shoulder, although I definitely didn’t want him to stop.
He leaned forward and breathed into my ear, “That’s what makes it fun.”
“Getting arrested for indecent exposure won’t hurt your career?” I teased.
“The charge would probably be public lewdness.” His teeth dragged across my neck. “But right now, I don’t care about anything but you .”
Shay buried himself inside of me from behind, inch after stiff inch. Both of us cried out together as he finally bottomed out, fingers tightening on my hip.
“There you are,” he breathed, moving his hips against me. “Even better than I remembered.”
My hands clawed at the window, wishing I had something to grab onto. Shay’s palms ran up my hips, cupping my breasts as he fucked me against the window.
“Yes,” I moaned. “ Deeper. ”
Shay obeyed, pulling back even farther before slamming his whole length into me again, sending pulses of pleasure up my spine. My clit practically throbbed now, so I leaned forward even more and reached between my legs to release the pressure.
“You’re so tight,” he groaned, one hand returning to my hip, pulling me back against his cock with every stroke.
“Shay!” I managed to grit out. My orgasm began deep in my core, an explosion of flames that made me see stars. I clenched my eyes shut and luxuriated in the way he slammed into me, every thrust extending my climax, over and over. My screams were ragged, out of my control as he sawed into me from behind.
“Haley…” he cried out. “ HALEY!”
The two of us lost every semblance of control, bodies shaking together with pure white euphoria. He wrapped an arm around my neck, arching my back so that he could twist my face around to kiss him, tongue swirling wetly against mine. His hard length pulsed inside me, and I clamped myself down around him, milking every drop until we both finally went still.
His arm remained tight around my neck, and he leaned forward, wedging me against the glass. I closed my eyes, feeling safe within his grasp.
“I sure hope the plumbing has been installed,” he whispered.
I giggled and twisted my face around to look at him. “I think so.”
I sighed as he slid out of me, then visited the upstairs bathroom. After adjusting my panties and pushing my dress back down, I heard the soft sound of a toilet flushing.
“I like this place,” he said, stepping out of the bathroom. “But it smells like sex in here. Not my vibe.”
Grinning, I wrapped my arms around his neck. “Did you bring me here just for this?”
His palms settled on my hips possessively. “No. I’m serious about looking for another property to invest in.” His lips brushed against mine passionately. “But I think this building is too high-end for a rental.”
“The building fee is also extremely high,” I agreed, fixing my hair. “That’ll kill whatever earnings you’re trying to get from a renter. Fortunately, I have a list of other buildings you might be interested in. Do you still want to see the two units downstairs?”
He grinned. “We’re already here, so why not?”
Why not indeed, I thought as we hurried out of the penthouse, like kids who were afraid of getting caught.