He kisses me, and I taste myself on his tongue, something so primal, it makes me moan into his mouth. His clothed body presses against my naked one, the fabric rough against my oversensitive skin.
“I want to try something,” he murmurs against my lips.
“What kind of something?” I ask, wondering what else there could possibly be.
Instead of answering, he scoops me up off the bed. I yelp, grabbing his shoulders, and then we’re moving toward the balcony, toward the glass door that’s still cracked open from his entrance.
Oh no. This can’t be good.
“Nate, what?—”
He pushes open the door wider with his hip and carries me outside.
The cold air hits my naked skin, and I gasp, goosebumps erupting everywhere. We’re high up, the city sprawling beneath us in a glittering grid of lights, and I’m totally naked except for my open robe.
“I don’t want to fly anywhere!” I protest, panic causing my legs to kick out.
“We ain’t flying,” he says. “We’re fucking.”
“Are you insane?” I hiss. “Someone will see?—”
“No one will see.” He sets me down on the narrow balcony, my back against the railing, and I feel the cold metal bite into my skin. “Watch.”
He flickers like a bad television signal, his image stuttering, and then, he’s gone. He’s totally invisible again, but I can still feel him. His hands on my hips. His breath on my throat. The press of his body against mine, warm and solid,sosolid, despite being completely unseen.
“See?” His voice comes from everywhere and nowhere. “No one can see us. Just you and me…and the whole city below.”
Oh.
“That’s mad,” I breathe. “Completely fucking mad.”
“Is that a no?”
I turn my head and look down, the wind whipping back my hair. There’s a hundred feet of nothing between me and the street. My nearly naked body is pressed against the railing by a man I can’t see, who has the power to snap that railing like a toothpick.
It’s terrifying, that lizard brain fear of falling to my death, of being so exposed, of trusting someone this completely. Every single nerve inside me is tight, pins and needles coursing through my whole body.
But underneath the fear is something else. It’s total and utter freedom combined with exhibitionism at its finest.
I swallow hard, licking my lips before I answer. “It’s not a no.”
His invisible hands tighten on my hips. I hear him groan—feel the vibration of it against my throat where his mouth must be.
“Turn around.”
I obey without thinking, turning to face the city, gripping the railing with both hands. The metal is cold under my palms, the wind sharp against my bare breasts as it blows back my robe, and I’m suddenly, acutely, aware of how vulnerable I am—naked, exposed, bent over a railing high above Manhattan with an invisible superhero at my back. Anyone with a drone could see me, let alone someone in a neighboring building if they had binoculars or a zoom lens.
I hear his zipper. The sound seems to fill the air, making my cunt throb in response, like Pavlov’s Dog. And then, there’s heatagainst my arse, the slide of warm skin, the blunt head of his cock pressing against my entrance. I’m trembling all over again.
“I wish you could see what I see,” he whispers. “How fucking beautiful you are.”
He pushes in. The stretch is familiar now but no less overwhelming—that impossible fullness, the burn that teeters on the edge of too much. I cry out, my grip on the railing tightening, and I feel his hands on my hips, steadying me, holding me in place, even though I feel like I’m already falling.
“That’s it, darlin’.” His voice is rough silk in my ear. “You look so good taking me like this, stretched wide by nothing at all.”
He sinks into the hilt, and we both go still, the air freezing in my lungs for a second. The city thrums below us, oblivious, and the wind carries away the sounds I’m making—whimpers, gasps, half-formed pleas. I’m impaled on a cock, held by hands I can’t watch yet exposed for all of Manhattan to see, and it’s the most erotic thing I’ve ever experienced.
“Look straight down,” he orders.
