"More. I need more."
"Not yet." He turns me around and bends me over the railing. The view of Hartford stretches out before us. "I want you to be desperate for me first."
His body presses against my back, and I can feel how hard he is through his sweatpants. His hand returns between my legs, fingers pumping slowly while his other hand grips my hip.
"Can you be quiet?" he asks against my ear.
"Yes."
"Good. I'm going to make you come right here first—under the stars, where anyone could see. Then… I'm going to fuck you against this railing."
His fingers work faster now, thumb finally pressing against my clit with the pressure I've been craving. The combination isoverwhelming: the cold air, the risk, his touch, the promise of what's coming.
"That's it," he whispers. "Feel how wet you are? How ready? You're dripping down my hand, Stardust."
The orgasm builds slowly, pleasure coiling tighter and tighter in my core. His fingers are relentless now, pumping and curling and hitting that perfect spot while his thumb circles my clit.
"Come for me," he says. "Show me how beautiful you are."
I shatter, biting down on my own hand to muffle the sounds as pleasure crashes through me. He works me through it, fingers gentling as the aftershocks fade.
Then I hear him shoving his sweatpants down, and I turn my head to look at him over my shoulder.
"Did you plan this?"
He's smiling, that cocky smile that makes my stomach flip. "Maybe."
"Jackson—"
"I've been wanting to fuck you on this balcony since you moved in." He pushes my shorts to the side, positioning himself at my entrance. "Wanted to claim you out here under the stars where the whole world could see you're mine."
The words send heat flooding through me. "You're insane."
"For you? Absolutely." He teases my entrance with the head of his cock. "Tell me you want this."
"I want this."
"Tell me you're happy you chose me. That you're glad it was me you came to."
"I'm so happy I chose you," I breathe, meaning every word. "It would never have been anyone else. Only you, Jackson. Only ever you."
He pushes inside in one slow, torturous thrust, and we both have to bite back groans. The angle is different, like this, deeper, and the cold air contrasts sharply with the heat between us.
"Fuck, Maya," he breathes against my neck. "You feel incredible. So tight. So perfect."
He starts to move, one hand gripping my hip while the other reaches around to work my clit. Every thrust sends pleasure spiraling through me, the risk of being caught adding an edge to everything.
"Look at you," he murmurs, his voice rough with desire. "Taking my cock on this balcony like you were made for it. Anyone could look over at the house and see how well you take me."
The words make me clench around him, and he groans.
"You like that? Like the idea of someone seeing?" He thrusts harder. "Seeing you bent over this railing, seeing my cock disappearing inside you?"
"Yes," I gasp.
"So fucking perfect." His fingers press harder against my clit. "You're mine, Maya. Mine to fuck wherever I want. Mine to make comewheneverI want."
The possessiveness in his voice, combined with his movements, pushes me close to the edge again. I'm gripping the railing, trying to stay quiet, trying to stay upright as he fucks me under the open sky.
