“Mmm,” he says, raising his face to look into my eyes, “Do you trust me?”
“Yes.” The answer is instantaneous.
He grins. “Then close your eyes.”
I do, and he takes my hand. He leads me off the bed and through the apartment. I’m not familiar enough with it to know exactly where he guides me, and even though I could cheat, I don’t. I do trust him. He stops me, hands taking my hips and guiding me where he wants me to stand. He’s standing behind me, and I love the heat of his skin on mine. Fingers dip into my pussy, and I lean back against him just like at the club.
“So wet already,” he says. “We haven’t even gotten to the best part.”
“If it’s anything like last night, I’m looking forward to the best part,” I say breathlessly.
Andrew chuckles, and I hear the rip of a condom wrapper and moments later the head of his cock presses against me, easing in until I’m full of him. I moan because I’m still sensitive from all the attention he’s paid me in the last twelve hours and because it feels so damn good. He takes my hands in his and presses them against glass. His breath tickles my ear as he whispers, “Open your eyes.”
Downtown Manhattan is laid out in front of me, with a spectacular view of the High Line. People are walking, jogging, even a group of people doing Tai Chi on one of the lawns. Around us, there are other high rises, close enough to see in the windows. I am utterly exposed, and my whole body has a rush of adrenaline and heat. God, he was right.
Andrew pulls out and thrusts in again. “Look at our reflection,” he says, his voice deep with lust. “Look at the way my cock is filling you up.” I can see the ghostly image reflected in the glass as he pushes into me, and I grow even wetter. “Any second,” he says, “those people can look up and see me fucking you. They can see the way I’m stretching your pretty pussy and making you scream.”
I try to laugh, planning on making a joke about the screaming, but I can’t. It’s too good. Andrew pushes me forward until I’m pinned between the glass and him, the coolness giving my skin goosebumps. “Any second, someone could see,” he says. “Do you like that?”
He chuckles. “I knew it.”
I don’t know what it is. Whether it’s the idea of someone seeing me so vulnerable or the thought that they might get turned on by watching me, imagining one of those people on the High Line looking up and seeing me fucked sends a piercing wave of arousal through me, straight to my clit, and I’m already on the edge of coming.
Andrew fucks me deeper, and I cry out. It’s like he knows exactly where to touch me because sex has never felt like this. Pleasure blooms inside my core and I go limp with it, held up by nothing but the window and Andrew’s cock. It’s a sweeping wave spiraling outward, washing over everything and making the world seem brighter. So. Good.
Andrew presses a kiss to my neck. “There wasn’t nearly enough screaming.”
“I’m not a screamer.”
“You will be,” he says, spinning me so my back is to the window.
I feel dizzy with my back to the world, like I could fall at any moment. Andrew doesn’t waste any time, instead of pushing back in, he drops to his knees, devouring me with his mouth. A second orgasm explodes through me, and my knees are on the verge of buckling. My breath is coming in huge, heaving gasps, but I don’t scream.
He smiles up at me with a wicked smile on his face. “Scream for me.”
“No,” I say, but I’m smiling back. I’m going to do my best, and so is he.
His mouth covers me again, lips closing over my clit and sucking deep. I swear I almost come again, those lips are magic. He teases me with his tongue, drawing circles and patterns, focused entirely on that little bundle of nerves. I’m so wet that he slides against me, but he drinks me in like he’s dying of thirst. I hold on until I can’t anymore, and I come, the pleasure pouring over me like a waterfall.
Andrew stands and spins me back to the window. “Let’s see if there’s anyone watching now.” He slams in to the hilt, and I bite my lip to hold back the scream I swore I wouldn’t give. His hands slide up my body as he fucks me, and every touch feels like it has echoes.