Offensive Behavior

“Oh my gosh.” She rounded the counter. “Lou banned me from using that song after that night.”

“I never noticed any of the others except what order they appeared in and how that related to you. I never got seriously drunk until your last set was done.”

“I think I might,” she paused and his breath stalled, what, what? “Swoon. That’s so romantic.”

“Hmph.” She was making fun of him. He grabbed for her, got a hand to her wrist. She’d showered when they got back and was wearing those tiny shorts again. Her skin smelled of lavender soap.

“What are you up to?”

“Up to my neck in you.”

She fluttered her eyelids at him and skipped out of his grasp. Then, attracted by laughter outside, she went to one of the tall windows that opened to an iron window box with red geraniums growing in it. She pulled the filmy curtain aside to look out at the street.

Like she’d dropped breadcrumbs and he was starving he followed her, coming up behind her, putting his hand to her throat and easing her body back into his. She tipped her chin up and he looked at her upside-down face. “Can’t help it. Can’t not want you.”

“Greedy.”

“For you, always.” He used both hands to explore her body. He’d watched her dress, knew she was naked under the shorts and tank. He pulled the tank over her head, he cupped her breasts, rubbed his thumbs over her nipples, and pinched, until her happy noises turned shocked and he looked up.

There was a man standing opposite them in a window of an apartment building much like theirs. He wore trousers and a shirt, but the shirt was unbuttoned. He was older, dark hair, trimmed beard, swarthy skin, in good shape.

Before Reid could yank their curtain back into place, Zarley trapped his hands. “He can see us.”

There was a strange note in her voice and she hadn’t tried to move away. “Flygirl, do you want him to see us?”

Her body shuddered and her breath quickened. She moaned and gripped his thigh to hold him in place. The man opposite lifted his gaze and smiled.

“What do you want, baby?” He spoke in Zarley’s ear, a whisper because he wasn’t sure he could share her like this, but he knew she wanted it. He’d thought kink might be the way she’d used the posts of the bed to tantalize him, tying his ankles up. But this, this was altogether more than he expected.

Her answer was another moan. He smoothed one hand down her body to the edge of her shorts and stopped, with his thumb tucked inside. That movement bared her breast to their neighbor. “Do you want me to undo these?” She’d wanted to tie his wrists as well, but he’d argued he might come to harm if he couldn’t touch her.

“Yes,” a shaky hiss.

He popped the stud and undid the zipper. Zarley’s whole body was shaking, and when he put his hand inside her shorts and cupped her, she thrust her hips forward and slammed her hand down on his.

He might come to harm now. This was confronting.

“You want me to make you come while he watches?”

Her head thrashed, rolling on his chest, no? But she worked her hips into his hand and her eyes were glued on the watcher. Reid’s were too. Their neighbor had undone his trousers, his hand, in a slick parallel of Reid’s, was in his underwear. He nodded to them, as though urging them on and Zarley breathed in excited gasps.

“He sees you, Zarley. He thinks you’re sexy, beautiful. He wants to jerk off while I pleasure you. Do you want that?” Could he do it, take her while another man watched? There was an entire laneway, sheets of glass and sound barriers between them but it felt like the man was in the room with them. He had his erect cock in his hand now, stroking slowly.

“See what you do to him, baby.” Reid was hard too, and fast losing the sense of what the right thing to do was. If he pulled Zarley away from the window, he’d keep her safe from being seen, but nothing in the way she reacted told him she wanted that. “See what you do to me.”

The scent of her arousal filled his nose and she ground against him, hips and ass. He buried his face in her neck and his fingers in her wet core. She was going to come hard and fast like he’d done in the lavatory on the plane. Across the way, the man’s chin was up, his eyes narrowed and his mouth moved as he brought himself on. Reid could do this for Zarley, because it’s what she wanted, so he wanted it for her.

“You’re going to make him come.”

She jerked in his arms, “Yes, yes.”

“You’re going to make me come.” He was still fully dressed, but he got his shirt off over his back and head with one hand, while Zarley moaned and thrashed. When he checked the window there was a woman in the frame, blonde and busty. She turned her head to see them and Zarley cried out.

The woman smiled, then went to her knees in front of the man, accepting his cock in her mouth and his hands in her hair. The man’s mouth kept working, instructing the woman, and his eyes never left Zarley.

“Reid.”

He shoved Zarley’s shorts further down her hips so he c