“I’m going to get arrested for indecent exposure,” I mumble, tipping my head back to give him better access. “The glass—”
“It’s one-way. No one can see.” I whimper as he grinds down on me.
“Who has sex against a window? Is this a kink?” I cast around my brain. “Or is it the storm? I bet th-that’s a thing,stormophilia.”
“Fulgarophilia,” he mutters against my neck. “No, I do not have it.”
“Then how do you know what it’s called?!”
“IQ of 145,” he reminds me, his hands clutching at my waist as he pushes me harder against the glass.
I scoff, “Admit it. Thunder gets you hard. It’s okay, I won’t kink shame you. God, I bet theThormovies really got you going, huh—”
“Stop talking,” he mutters, guiding the swollen head of his cock to my entrance. I bite my lips as he teases it between my legs.
“Please. If you want a silent, compliant shag, you should’ve picked someone else.”
He growls, presses his lips to my forehead, and pushes into me.
I didn’t have to be worried about his size. I’m so desperate for him that he slides into me easily, filling me deeply. I lean my head back against the glass, closing my eyes.“Oh.”
He rests his forehead against mine for a second, breathing hard. Thunder rattles the windows.
“Are you turned on,” I whisper, as the sound fades away. “That was a big one.”
He snorts and thrusts, hissing through his teeth. “I need this.”
“Me too,” I breathe, pulling his mouth back to mine. The room is splashed full of light as we start to rock together. I’m making noises like I’m crying into his broad shoulder. He nips at my neck and changes the angle. A tugging, tingling ache starts to build, deep in my belly. I grind against him faster, but it’s not enough. Matt keeps rolling his hips, deep and slick and perfect, and with every thrust, the hot tingling gets more and more unbearable. I grind up harder, rubbing myself against him, but I can’t reach it. My arms strain by my sides, pinned against the cold windowpane. I need to touch myself.
“Matt… I can’t.”
“Can’t what?” He pants, his breath hot against my cheek.
“Can’t come from just p-ah.” He bites my bottom lip savagely, and I arch under him. “Penetration,” I finish on a gasp, kicking his leg. “I need you to touch me, asshole. What, you never shagged a girl before?”
“No,” he says flatly. “I’m a virgin. Couldn’t you tell?”
I squirm, rutting up into him. The feeling in my belly gets bigger and bigger. Matt frees one hand and slides his palm teasingly down my stomach, tickling his fingers through my damp curls. I buck, but he doesn’t go lower.
“G-go on, then,” I prompt. “Touch me.”
The room splashes with white light again. Matt’s face illuminates, and my mouth falls open. He looksstunninglike this, with the sharp contours of his face drawn starkly in light and shadow.
He looks me dead in the eye. “No. I don’t think I will.”
Thirty-One
Matt
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Shock flashes over her face. “Wh-what?” She stammers. “Why not?!”
I keep hammering into her in solid, rhythmic thrusts. “I think,” I say slowly, “that you need to learn a lesson.”
Anger clouds her pretty features. “Piss off. I wanted a shag, not a sermon.”
“No.” I cover her body completely with mine, pressing our foreheads together. “I’min charge. You understand me?”
