“Ah, well done,” I murmured into her hair. She’d pulled it back into a ponytail, and I inhaled the scent of shampoo and her perfume. I could have loosened it then, but I had other plans now.
My fingers continued their exploration, poking and pumping. She’d stepped astride, widening her thighs. A wave of warm woman scent rose as she moved. “I’m going to fuck you here, against the window,” I continued. I shoved my thumb deep into her pussy as I found the nub of her clit and drilled into it with my fingertip. She didn’t object. Her breath was leaving misty patterns on the glass as she panted.
“Why did you toy with me?” I asked against her ear. She whimpered again but didn’t answer and I pulled my fingers from her. She shot a startled look over her shoulder.
“Please, I—” she whispered hoarsely, then gave a startled cry as my palm met the curve of her bare ass. The resounding crack was almost as satisfying as the way she bucked forward against the window. I did it again for good measure. Her ass cheek felt good against my palm. Almost as good as my cock was going to feel when I buried it inside her.
I yanked down my sweatpants and nudged the head of my cock against her dripping entrance. I’d already been throbbing with anticipation before she’d arrived. I’d taken a moment to roll on a rubber. It may have been premature, but I wasn’t taking chances with this woman. No telling who’d been in this sweet valley before me. Yet I wanted to fuck her more than I wanted to breathe.
“Are you going to do it again?” I asked, rolling the tip of my cock back and forth along her slit.
“God…!” she choked out. “No, I swear it.”
“Good,” I hissed a moment before I thrust into her. She bleated and braced abruptly against the glass. Her fingers made a blunt sound against the smooth surface. It may have been polite to warn her of my size in advance. But the time for politeness was over.
“Jesus!” she choked out as I thrust in again. I grabbed hold of her ponytail and pulled her head back toward me. It arched her back beautifully as I pumped in like a piston. With my other hand, I yanked at the front of her dress, tearing open buttons. She’d arrived without a bra too, and I almost praised her obedience again. Her ripe flesh spilled into my palm. When I pinched her nipple between my fingers, I felt her pussy clench tightly around me.
“Is that good, baby?” I asked. The sound of our flesh slapping together was almost drowned out by her mewling.
“Oh God. Oh God!” she was gasping out. I pounded harder. It was more than I normally delivered, but somehow, she seemed to love it. I released her hair and dropped my hand over her belly and between her thighs. I found her clit and pinched it sharply, still tugging at her nipple. She let out a short cry. Then another as I increased the pressure. The answering spasm within her was almost enough to send me over the edge.
I leaned forward and took her earlobe between my teeth. It sent a shiver through her too.
“Look out there,” I said, struggling to keep my voice steady. “See that window in the building to the left?” A shadow flitted and I could see she’d noticed the movement. “They’re watching us,” I chuckled against her cheek. “They’re watching me fuck you. I bet they can see my cock spreading your sweet pussy.”
I felt her stiffen but it was pointless. I’d thrust myself into her to the hilt. With her body splayed up against the glass, impaled on my length, I felt myself erupt within her. A fraction of a second later, she was shuddering beneath the onslaught of her own orgasm. I kept my finger on her clit for good measure. As the spasms in her began to ebb, I thrust my still hard cock deep again. Another orgasm uncoiled and she writhed against me, then went limp.
The movement in the opposite building flickered again, but neither of us cared now. I pulled my softening cock out of her sodden pussy and straightened my pants. She turned to face me. Her cheeks were flushed, her lips parted. She raised a hand to my cheek, but I stepped back. I pulled her skirt down her legs and tidied the front of her dress.
“You can go now,” I said. Her eyes widened. We’d yet to share an entire conversation. Who needed more than this, though?
“Go?” she repeated. I doubted anyone had ever treated her this way.
“Next time I ask you out, don’t fuck me around,” I said dismissively. I waved a hand at the door. “See yourself out.” I turned my back on her and walked away, not bothering to check if she locked up behind her.
Chapter 8
Sasha Ramirez
My phone screen lit up and the device buzzed yet again. I scowled down at it balefully. I contemplated ignoring the message flashing on it.
Leo…Again. After my last date with Bert, I’d taken a week off. The evening had left me feeling dirty. Even though I’d done the right thing, I felt cheapened.
The new sofa in our living room was a warm haven and I didn’t want to leave it.
“Babe! You gonna answer him?” Renée pressed from across the room. She was painting her toenails. Probably planning another night out. I’d tried to explain to her how I was feeling. She thought I was nuts.A girl’s gotta do what a girl’s gotta do,she’d said bluntly.
I shrugged.
“Sasha,” she huffed. “You’re my buddy, but you’re making trouble for me.” I shot her a hard look. “Leo’s my boss, girlfriend. I got you this gig, remember?”
Of course I remembered. How could I forget?
“You can’t leave him in the lurch, Sash,” she went on. “If a client asks for you, he has to deliver.” Frankly, I could care less. I knew she could see it on my face. “If you let him down, it makes me look bad.” She narrowed her eyes at me. It made me mad. Aside from the pressure it put on me, it made me realize how much she gave up for these men. All men in general, come to think of it.
“Ren, I don’t know why you do this,” I muttered. She shot me a look, then raised a shapely calf. Her foot was encased in gleaming silver straps. A new pair of designer shoes had arrived that afternoon. A gift from a grateful “friend.”
“Why do you think, babe?” she replied. The new couch was courtesy of her recent spate of “dates.”
