Illicit

This moment felt charged somehow.

Everything had changed between us tonight.

As his fingers grazed the hair of my mound, he made a satisfied sound deep in his throat and my body shuddered in response. He settled his hands on my hips and slid them down, slowly pushing my shorts to the ground at my feet. Then he ran his hands back up and over my ass, leaving rivers of heat in his wake. Then he stood again, and his body no longer touched mine.

Holding my breath, I waited.

“Go put your hands on the glass,” he murmured, his voice thick with want, his breath teasing my ear.

I drew in a shaky breath and did as I was told, padding over to the windows overlooking the water. I reached up and placed my hands on the glass, spreading my fingers.

“Good girl. Now spread your legs.”

As I did so, the sound of Reed unwrapping a foil packet broke the silence and a shiver ran down my spine. I closed my eyes and imagined him rolling a condom over his thick shaft.

I’d still never seen it. The man had such control that he’d bring me to the finish line time and time again, but never let me reciprocate.

“Please,” I whimpered. I’d waited long enough.

“Always so eager,” he murmured softly, that delicious hint of amusement in his tone again.

I tried to breathe deeply to steady my nerves, but this place smelled like him, and all it did was make me even more eager. He positioned himself behind me, placing his hands over mine and lacing his fingers in between where mine were spread. Then he slid his hands down each arm, cupping my breasts again. He used his feet to gently nudge both of mine until they spread further apart.

My heart raced, my stomach fluttering with excitement. I was spread out like a starfish against the window, body pulsing with arousal. My lower belly was tight and the sensitive place between my legs throbbed harder with each gentle stroke of his hands.

Reed lined his body up with mine and his cock rested against my ass. I pushed back, trying to feel more of him.

He chuckled, and the low rumble made my toes curl into the plush carpet.

Gripping my throat with one hand, Reed ran the other over my breasts and then down the front of me, pausing just below my belly. I whimpered and he dipped down between my legs to cup me, drawing a moan from deep down inside of me. He moved his fingers lazily over my center, teasing me with gentle strokes. With his cock pressed against me, I felt it harden, which only made me more frustrated.

It was right there.

And I wanted it.

I whimpered again.

“Tell me what you want, and it’s yours.”

“You,” I growled. My answer would never change.

“You have me.”

I breathed deeply as those words washed over me, then hummed with satisfaction as he slid his fingers inside. My eyes fluttered closed, then his thumb grazed my clit and I arched my back, pressing against his hard length.

“That,” I panted, rubbing my cheeks against his cock.

His hand on my throat tightened, and he held me more firmly against his body. “Show me.”

I bent in half further, dragging my hands down the glass as I stuck my ass out toward him, then pushed up onto my toes until his cock fell between my legs.

I gasped and he gripped my shoulders, positioning himself.

“Take it,” he commanded.

I reached down between us and wrapped my hand around him.

Reed hissed, but the sound morphed into a growl when I pushed him inside of me.

Desperate to take all of him, I pushed back, crying out from the pain.

His hands flew to my hips and his fingers dug into my skin. “Slow, baby.”

I paused, then he took over, slowly easing himself deeper inside of me. My body stretched to make room for him. I’d known it was big, but this was something else entirely.

It was so thick and warm, throbbing as he moved with slow and steady precision.

His breathing grew quicker, then his movements followed, and soon he was thrusting inside of me with long, hard strokes. My fingers grasped at the glass, searching for a place to hold on. He grabbed me with one arm around my waist and his hand up around my throat and moved me forward until my body was flattened against the cool glass by the hard heat of his body.

He turned my head to the side and sucked my earlobe into his mouth, grunting as he fucked me hard against the window. The room filled with the sounds of our bodies. Sweat pooled between us. My hair stuck to my face, was plastered down my back. His hand on my throat tightened to the point that, for a moment, I couldn’t even breathe.

Then my body clenched around his cock as the first wave came over me.

“Fuck, Rylan, that’s it, baby, take it,” he growled against my throat.

My name on his lips undid me and I convulsed around him.

He continued fucking me through my orgasm, stretching it out until the every last drop, then he tightened his hold on me and his cock twitched, pumping rhythmically as he unloaded inside of me.