I stepped out of his lap as he stood, but he didn’t let me get far, his hands cupping my face as he devoured the sounds I made.Then, he tilted my chin and dipped to nip at my neck (Goddammit, his lips should be illegal).I was too distracted to realize that he was walking me backward, pressing his advantage and taking control.
I moaned, loud and indecent, when I realized.
A fine sweat had broken out over me, doing nothing to cool the fire that was raging underneath, so when the cold glass of his window met the line of my back, I jumped.
He laughed (laughed!) into my mouth, capturing my surprised gasp with his lips and pressing against me.
I could barely believe this was the same man I’d been fighting with for weeks.That stoic façade was hiding some seriously hot primal energy, and fuck, I couldn’t get enough.
At the same time, we both zeroed in on his clothes, our hands tangling as we rushed to get them off.It would probably be easier if we stopped kissing, but neither of us seemed willing to do that.
His lips were as maddening as they’d ever been, and I devoured his groan when I bit down on his plush bottom lip.
“Wait,” he breathed between kisses, “I need …”
Cold air assaulted me when he stepped back.“Protection.”He seemed only capable of single words.
“In my jeans,” I said, nodding towards them.It had seemed presumptuous when I’d left my apartment, but all I could think now was—Thank fuck for presumptuousness.
When he returned, sans clothes and condom in hand, he surprised me by spinning me around until I faced the street.The lack of streetlights and the late hour meant little chance of being caught, but the thrill of it still sent a shudder through me.
I could imagine the view we would paint if anyone were to look, and although I was no stranger to exhibitionism, it was a damn surprise that Sam was into it.He was justfullof surprises.
“Okay?”he rasped in my ear, and I arched into him as he softly stroked my straining nipples.
“Yes,” I breathed in response.
He nuzzled into my neck, sucking a mark into the sensitive spot just under my ear and humming his enjoyment as I showed him how much I wanted him by grinding my ass against his cock.
I leaned my forehead against the glass and watched our breath crash against the window.Sweat was beading on my forehead and under my palms, and I felt an errant drop making a path down my back.
He caught it with his thumb, rubbing it into my heated skin before pulling my hips back, making me take a half step backward and rest my head on my hands as I rebalanced myself.
That same hand traced a path around my waist, following the curve of my hip until it was between my legs.I knew he could feel how wet I was, how willing.
“Sam.”I sounded wrecked.
“I know.”There was humor in his voice, and I hated that I couldn’t see his face in the reflection of the glass, too foggy from my ragged breaths to make anything out behind me.
His feet nudged my legs wider, and I eagerly complied, rocking my pelvis back and trying to beckon him closer (Seriously!Just fuck me already).
“Sam,” I pleaded, insistent.
His answer was wordless, simply lining his dick up and slowly pushing in, not stopping until he was buried to the hilt.
Fuck.Yes.
I’d always been more of a switch in bed, happily sharing control depending on the scene or what my partner needed at the time.And although most of my partners had sided one way or the other (leaning more towards dominant or submissive, even if they didn’t use those terms to describe it); it was rare (as in never) that I’d had a partner who enjoyed both the way I did.And with Sam’s hands searing a brand on my hips as his thick cock stretched and filled me, just moments after he’d been a desperate mess beneath me on the couch … I realized I wanted that.
I wanted an equal, someone to give when I took, to take when I gave.
Demanding.Relenting.Balanced.
“Fuck.”
“Agreed,” he said, and if I weren’t so turned on, I would have rolled my eyes at him.
“I hope you plan on moving sometime soon.”The window was hot and slick under my forehead now, and I wondered how much pressure it would take to break it.Hopefully more than it’s about to take.
