15. Chapter 15 #2
My back meets the cool glass doors and I gasp. His hand lifts, brushing the side of my throat. He tilts his head, looking past me toward the cluster of cameras.
"Still wanna give them a show?" he murmurs and spins me so I face the glass .
We're on the tenth floor. They can't see us unless they decide to look up, but the idea still sends a dark thrill through me.
His hand slides lower, hooking around my waist, dragging my hips against him. His cock is hard and thick, pressing against my ass through his slacks.
"Right here?"
"Shy now?" He winks.
"Thought you didn't share—"
"I don't." His fingers find the hem of my dress.
My stomach flips when he lifts the fabric; cool air hits skin already sensitive.
My pussy squeezes on instinct.
"This dress is too short," he says conversationally. "Anyone could just touch what's mine."
He cups my ass to drive the point home, and I exhale, fogging the glass. "Did you wear this to drive me crazy?"
"I wore it because I look hot," I say, forcing the words, my hips twitching against his hand.
His touch shifts, sliding forward until his fingers brush the wet spot on my panties—light, precise, enough to make my knees wobble and my head fall forward, forehead resting against the glass. I suck in a sharp breath.
"Soaked," he murmurs, savoring the word.
My heart slams as his fingers slide up and down from behind. A sound slips out of me before I can stop it.
He hums softly, satisfied. "You got a taste," he whispers, pressing more. "And now you're fucking starving."
His other hand lifts to my neck, tilting my face toward the reflection in the glass. "Watch," he breathes into my ear.
I blink at my reflection—cheeks flushed, eyes half-lidded and wild.
He fills the space behind me, broad and strong, thumb swirling over my clit. Heat coils low and tight, my knees threatening mutiny.
"Tell me," he says, voice velvet-dark. "Do you regret giving me that special piece of yourself?"
"No," I breathe. The word leaves me without hesitation.
His grip tightens, possessive without being rough, and his mouth dips closer .
"Good," he says quietly, and pulls my thong to the side, exposing me to him with my dress bunched around my waist.
My breath fogs the glass as I exhale a silent moan. My thoughts scatter.
I hear his zipper slide down, and the sound alone sends another wave of heat crashing through me. My fingers twitch against the glass.
Then I feel him—hard and thick—dragging slowly against my pussy.
"God," I whisper, letting my head fall back against him.
Dom glides his tip up and down, coating himself in me while my body trembles from the tension of waiting.
"This what you wanted at the club?" he murmurs.
He rubs again, slow and unhurried, up and down, dragging the fat tip to my clit, then down to my entrance.
I whimper, grinding on him, silently pleading.
"Still sore?"
"No," I lie, breathless .
His mouth is at my ear. "Then maybe I didn't fuck you hard enough."
He shifts his hips and I feel him start to push into me slowly. I choke on a moan as his large head stretches me open. My pussy clenches and I start shaking my head involuntarily, unable to form words.
"Can't take it, huh?" he taunts, voice pure sin. "I'm not even halfway inside your little cunt and you're ready to tap out?"
He pushes in another couple of inches and my knees give out.
My body simply buckles, not knowing how to hold me upright with Dom impaling me.
He catches me instantly, one arm wrapping around my waist to hold me up. His grip tightens, lifting me just enough that my heels barely touch the ground. I'm suspended in his hold, body pinned between the glass and the hard press of him behind me.
"Deep breath, baby," he warns before he bottoms out with a low grunt.
I cry out, arching my back and trying to adjust to the fullness and burn of having his entire cock buried inside me .
I feel like I'm going to burst at the seams.
"There you go," he growls, kissing the back of my neck. "You gonna behave now?"
I shake my head, delirious.
"Good."
His hips pull back slowly, then slam forward. I cry out again, forehead hitting the glass with a dull thud, breath fogging instantly.
"That's it," he growls. "Let me fucking hear you."
Another thrust. I gasp, legs flailing, toes barely brushing the floor as he holds me up with one arm and fucks me like I'm a toy that was made for this.
"You see them down there?" His voice is a filthy rasp in my ear. "The fucking vultures with their little cameras?"
He rams in again, and my body jerks against the glass. My pussy feels like it's being split open in the best way possible.
"They're waiting for a story." His hips hit my ass with a slap. "Waiting for a headline."
He thrusts deep, circling his hips to hit a spot that makes my eyes roll back. "And all they have to do is look up. "
"Dom," I gasp, broken.
I feel him grin against my neck. "Oh, now you remember my name?" He thrusts in and out as my hands claw at the glass. "No Captain?"
He presses me into him while his cock stays buried inside me.
"You wanted to give me a show?" he says, his hand sliding up to wrap around my throat.
He squeezes, just enough for the pulse in my neck to throb under his palm.
I whimper, feeling the slow drag of his length as it slides halfway out.
"Is that what you want?" His voice turns low and taunting. "for me to be the poor bastard jerking off to the thought of fucking you stupid?"
I cry out, my body collapsing. He holds me up effortlessly, slamming into me again and again, his arm still wrapped around my middle.
"You think I wouldn't take this? Think I wouldn't have your perfect little face pressed up against the glass while I'm balls-deep in your little cunt? "
I choke on a whimper as he moves his hand from my throat and fists my hair. He gathers the strands tight, pulling my head back until I'm forced to look.
"Eyes forward," Dominic rumbles, lips right against my ear. "Look at us."
The glass reflects it all—my flushed face with my mouth open and eyes wide.
Behind me, towering and relentless, him.
His sharp gaze pins mine, his lips parted against my temple, and the sight of Dominic like this, paired with the deep thrusts of his cock, makes my high-pitched moan fog the glass in front of me.
"That's it," he murmurs, voice dropping into a gravel pit of praise and hunger. "Look how fucking beautiful you are like this."
His hips grind forward, drawing all sorts of sounds from me. My legs have long given up trying to hold me upright, but his arm is locked around my middle, keeping me up.
"Such a pretty face to go with such a sweet little cunt," he says, tone twisting into a taunt—dark, admiring.
I gasp at his obscene words, yet my pussy tightens around him anyway.
"You take me so well," he whispers, trailing his tongue along my neck. "You know how long I've wanted to see this?"
His hips snap again and again, watching my face in the reflection.
"No one else gets to see you like this." He tightens his hold in my hair, holding me there as he picks up the pace.
His cock drags over that spot inside me that makes my vision blur.
My moans have turned into breathless groans that rip from me. His forearm stays locked, muscles flexed like steel, holding me suspended while his other hand keeps my head tilted back against his shoulder.
"Look at you," Dominic growls. He rolls his hips forward and his rhythm turns slow and brutal. "Fucking made for my cock."
He lifts me higher until I'm practically off the ground, his body doing all the work.
"This how you like it?" he whispers, dark and gloating. "Hung over a city skyline while I fuck the fight out of you?"
"Oh, God," I sob, brain melting .
"You know what I want?" he purrs, pumping into me with brutal rhythm. "I wanna see you try to keep quiet while I make you come for me."
He lets go of my hair and reaches for the handle of the glass door. He twists it, cracking it open just an inch.
Oh my God.
My hips jerk involuntarily as his cock hits something so deep I scream.
"Shhh," he coos mockingly, breath against my ear. "You get too loud, you'll be front-page news."
"You're insane," I manage to choke out.
"And you're gripping my cock like a vise."
He reaches down, fingers finding my clit with perfect accuracy. He starts rubbing it in time with the rhythm he fucks me to. The cries I try to hold in begin to escape.
"Come on," he growls, voice like thunder. "Let go for me."
"Fuck," I sob, thighs twitching. My head's spinning and my vision's going hazy.
"Come for me, Jessica." He bites my shoulder, a low growl vibrating through my back .
It slams into me like a tidal wave. My cry tears from my throat, and I don't care how loud I am. I don't care who hears it. I'm gone.
"That's it," he hisses, fucking me through it. "Scream for me."
My body jerks, pussy pulsing around him, my orgasm crashing again and again as he thrusts deeper, chasing his own release.
His hips keep rolling, breath ragged and hot, teeth against my neck as my head falls forward against the glass. A breath leaves me, broken and trembling.
I didn't know I could feel this much.
So many sensations crashing into each other, pulling me under and remaking me all at once.
Is this how sex feels for everyone? Or is this just what sex with Dominic feels like? A small, naive part of me wants to never find out the difference.
Wants this to be it.