Chapter 24 #3
“A bit,” I answer as he strips it from me, tossing it aside.
The lights in my room are just bright enough that I can see his reflection if I focus on it instead of the world outside, and I watch him quickly strip off his own clothes in the glass.
Then his chest is pressing into my back, heat radiating into me.
His hands are on my body again, his fingers trailing across my boobs and down my stomach.
My pants and underwear join the growing pile on the floor.
Mark is silent as he places his hands on my ass, separating my cheeks before stepping closer. Then he pulls them away, leaving his shaft trapped between my cheeks. He takes my hands in his and raises them above my head, pinning them to the glass.
I’m trying to focus on the warmth of Mark’s body behind me, rather than the increasingly uncomfortable sensation that I’m being watched.
My eyes have been dancing between his reflection and the windows in the building across from us, which is making it difficult to focus on the fact that I do actually want this to happen.
“First,” Mark begins, the tip of his nose grazing my ear as his breath trickles over my cheek, “I’m going to spin you around and go down on you while I fuck you with the vibrator I took from your nightstand until you’re coming so hard that the glass behind you is the only thing holding you up.
After that, I’m going to turn you back around and pin you here, where everyone can see.
I’m going to bury myself in you, and I’m going to make you come.
But,” Mark continues, switching his grip, so that one of his hands is holding both of mine to the glass above our heads as the other slowly moves down my body until it’s resting on my hip, “they’re going to be watching us.
Not you, because I’ll be right here too.
And when you scream my name—because you will—anyone who’s watching will see how much we like it when I come inside you,” he says, and I hear the promise in his words.
I shift my hips against him, wringing a small groan from his mouth as I say, “Yes. And after we’re done, when your cum is running down my thighs, I’ll let you lick it off me.”
“Deal,” Mark agrees, releasing my hands.
I twist to face him. The glass is cool against my back, but the heat from his body makes up for it.
I slide my hands across his jaw and into his mahogany hair as he sinks to his knees, his lips and tongue skimming down my torso.
Then he’s nudging my feet farther apart and reaching for my vibrator, which is resting atop his clothes on the floor.
Seeing his hand wrapped around it erases any remaining concern I had about being watched, and the only thing I can think about now is how much I want this.
Mark’s breath ghosts over my clit and along my labia. He pulls his face away just far enough to insert my vibrator into his mouth, and somehow my nipples harden even more. It might be the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.
“Do you know where that thing’s been?” I tease, my voice a low growl of unmet need as I stare into his eyes.
“Nowhere my tongue hasn’t already gone,” he states when he pulls it from his mouth and holds down the button to turn it on.
The anticipation alone has me ready to burst, and I can’t stop the moan that escapes when it buzzes to life, even though he has yet to touch me. I release my grip on his hair to grab his hand, ready to thrust it inside me myself, but he moves it out of my reach.
“Say please, Alyssa.”
“Please get me off before I explode.”
“Since you asked so nicely,” he replies, sinking the vibrator into me as his tongue flicks across my clit.
My legs practically give way beneath me, and I bring my hands back to his head, twining them in his hair to hold myself up. I’m pinned between Mark and the glass, and there’s nowhere else I’d rather be.
Time stretches and dilates as I lose myself to the dual sensations of the vibrator buried deep inside me and Mark’s tongue moving over my clit, faster and faster.
When I look down and find his free hand wrapped around his cock, stroking himself, the orgasm rolls through me, swamping me all at once.
My head is buzzing like I’ve had too much to drink as my hips rock against his face, again and again.
By the time it ends, the vibrator is back on the pile of clothes, and Mark is holding me up as he rises to his feet. My body is still a limp, quivering mess as he spins me toward the window, pressing me against it, groaning as he slides into me.
A distant voice is chittering in the very back of my mind, reminding me that people could be watching. Normally that would be enough to give me second thoughts, but I can’t bring myself to care.
“Is it as good as you imagined?” Mark asks, his voice a low murmur, his breath ghosting across my ear as he begins moving.
“Better,” I pant.
“Good. Because I love that anyone can see us right now. I love that anyone who looks in this window is going to know exactly how much you like it when I come inside you. And how much I like it too,” he whispers, his thrusts growing more urgent.
“I told you how it felt in your office. Tell me what this feels like.”
“It’s…” I begin, struggling to find the words—to form a coherent thought—before blurting out the first thing that comes to mind. “Terrifying.”
He freezes.
“Don’t stop,” I plead. “This is amazing. It’s terrifying because when you’re buried in me, it’s like I lose track of the entire world, and everything narrows to how good things are.
You’re hard and soft, and half the time my body doesn’t even know how to process the things you make me feel.
All I know is that I want—need—more. Please keep going,” I beg, and he finally starts moving again.
“Yes,” I moan. “Yes. Yes, yes, yes.”
“I’m getting close,” he says raggedly. “What do you need?”
“Tell me the thing you said before. Please.”
He doesn’t ask which thing. “Anyone who’s watching right now isn’t watching you. They’re watching us,” he pants. “Because I’m here with you, and all they’re going to see is how much we like it when I come inside you.”
“Fuckfuckfuck, Mark!” I scream as I come, pinned so tightly between Mark and the glass that I’m unable to move at all as the orgasm hits me like a tsunami. Then Mark is coming too, shouting my name as his hips jerk against me.
We ride out the wave together, and then he continues lazily moving inside me as he holds me plastered to the glass. Eventually, he’s soft enough that he slips out of me with a low, satisfied growl, and cum drips from my cunt, running down my thigh.
I turn to face him, my back to the glass as I take his hand, brushing his fingertips across the cum on my thigh before raising them to my lips and wrapping my mouth around one finger, and then the next, and the next, sucking it off each as Mark’s amber-flecked eyes burn into mine.
“I could use a little help with the rest,” I murmur, and he drops to his knees in front of me.