Once I’m in place, Davis begins to take off his clothes. I’m treated to the sight, delighted that he makes a meal of it. One by one, he loses his expensive attire: jacket, button-down, belt, shoes, socks, pants, and a Rolex so shiny that I almost get distracted. Almost.
When he finally removes his boxer briefs, his impressive length is eye level with me and I can’t hold back a small, relieved exhale to see it again.
I missed this cock.
Davis lowers himself to his knees, which basically puts us eye to eye. Resting his hands on my thighs, he leans in to kiss me and parts my lips with his tongue. As we kiss, he scoots me forward so that I’m perched at the edge of the bench, straddling his body where I sit.
His hands move together, sliding upwards along my stomach until they reach my breasts. He tweaks my nipples, hardening the peaks with his thumbs and his index fingers until I can practically feel them throb with need.
He breaks the kiss to make a trail down my neck, between my tits, and over to my left nipple. He pulls my nipple into his mouth and begins to suckle on it at the same time that he braces my lower back with his free hand. Then he pushes me gently, sucking all the way, so that my back arches and breasts point lewdly towards the ceiling.
“I’ve waited for this for so long,” he murmurs before switching to my other nipple.
I’m undulating against his abdomen, letting my back arch even more so that my head nearly touches the window. “Say it,” I request, practically plead.
Davis releases my nipple from his mouth and trails his hand up the length of my body, cupping the globe of my breast before he brings his hand up to my cheek. “I’ve waited so long to fuck your slutty body into oblivion, Olivia. All I’ve thought about it filling you up with my cum and making you keep it inside of you.”
Before I can answer, he slides his hand over so that his thumb presses between my lips. I meet it with my tongue, sucking on it dutifully as he places his lips near my ear.
“How many times did you touch yourself while thinking about me this year? How many times did you play with your pussy and wish it were my hands, or my tongue, or my cock in you?”
“So many,” I say—and it’s the honest truth.
Davis beams at my response. “Did you imagine me taking you in this window? Taking you like a whore that I’ve bought for the night?”
I nod enthusiastically. “I knew you’d want to show me off. To show everyone that you’re the only man who could afford a pussy like this.”
He groans heavily, like I’ve just whispered the secrets of the universe to him, and scoops me up in his arms. In a swift motion, he positions me so that I’m seated on his lap and he’s reclining against the wall that lines the window, legs up on the bench. He’s too tall to stretch out fully, but it doesn’t matter. We both know that this won’t take long.
“Look at that,” Davis instructs, cocking his head to the side towards the window.
When I turn, I see the Philadelphia night outside. I see streetlamps and pedestrians and cars below. I see the windows across the way.
“All of those people are going to know that you love fucking me. That you would do anything to get this dick buried in your sweet pussy, Olivia. They’re going to know that you ride like a professional. That you’re a horny slut who didn’t even bother to put on clothes tonight.”
“If they knew what you felt like, they wouldn’t judge me,” I reply.
Davis continues to massage my ass with his hands. “I wish your street were busier though. Now that we have nothing to hide, I’d like for the entire goddamn world to know that you’re mine.”
“Film it,” I reply as I begin to work my own breasts, tugging at my nipples to keep them hard.
He doesn’t have to ask if I’m serious. If anything, he shifts and takes out his phone so quickly that it’s almost like he was waiting for me to suggest it.
“You have no clue how many times I watched those videos of us over the past ten months,” he says as he sets up his phone against the window.
“My record is six times in one night.”
“Six?”
Unashamed, I nod. “I felt like taking my time.”
“You’re a desperate little thing,” he says before he kisses me hard on the mouth and then glances down at the phone. “It’s filming.”
Sure enough, I can see myself on the screen sitting naked on top of him, all of me on display. As a test, I rise up on my shins to see if I’ll stay in frame—and I’m thrilled when I do.
“You’re a slut for the camera,” he comments before moving forward to kiss my neck.
“I am.”
“I’d rather you’d be a slut for me.”
“Luckily, I can do that,” I confirm as I reach between us for his hard length. After a few strokes, eyes locked on Davis’s, I place him at my entrance and slide him into me.
With ten months between us, I’ve somehow forgotten how much of me he can fill. I inhale sharply as I feel his thickness consume me with each tick of my hips as I work to take more of him. He watches me in fixation, focused not on the spot where he penetrates me, but on my face as I work through the dueling sensations of pain and pleasure.
“Good girl,” he murmurs when I’m fully seated on top of him with my apex flush against his. “You’ve never had trouble taking a big cock.”
“Yours feels best,” I declare before I wind my hips slightly, giving us both a taste of what’s to come.
Davis loves that response. It makes him wrap his arms around me and hold me close so that he can whisper in my ear, “Then fuck it like I’ve paid you to do it.”
God damn this man and his tongue. I groan at his words, wishing it could always be like this: Davis and me and nothing between us.
And then as I use his shoulders for leverage and begin to pump myself on him, I realize that it can always be like this. That from this night onwards, it will be like this. Our bodies. Our complete attention. For the first time, we’re both on the same page and there’s nothing stopping us.