“I’m always ready for you. Let’s make up for lost time.” Her eyelashes fluttered as she waited for me to make the next move.
A devilish smirk grew across my face.
Standing up, I held my hand out for her, and when she stood up on shaky legs, I picked her up, immediately cradling her into my body.
“How about a change of scenery?”
“Where are you taking me?” Her laugh vibrated against my neck.
“The balcony.” I unlocked the glass doors with Avery still in my arms.
“Spencer! What if someone sees us? What if we get caught?”
I chuckled.
“You mean, what if I get caught fucking my girl on the balcony of the penthouse that I own forty-something stories up in the air?”
The early fall breeze hit our bare skin and goosebumps covered Avery’s arms.
Was this new territory for her?
Was she nervous?
We’d fooled around in a nightclub where anyone could have seen us.
“I mean, what if Peeping Tom one skyscraper over has a telescope and gets off on shit like this?”
“Then I guess we better give him the best show in all of Vegas.” I winked, setting Avery down.
When she didn’t hide behind me, but stood proudly with her naked body on display, it made me wonder if she was coming around to the idea.
What she didn’t know was that even though it felt very open out here, it was still very private. The balcony came up high enough for safety measures, and if someone was across the way, they wouldn’t even be able to see her. The glass was opaque—nontransparent—and the last thing she’d have to worry about was anyone getting a clear image of her.
But there was some fun in making her think someone could be watching.
She was mine, and I would be the only one getting an eyeful of her.
Even out here inthe open, on a terrace high in the sky for anyone to see, I felt safe with Spencer.
He knew my past with the video on the internet, and he’d never do anything to put me in harm’s way. So, it was easy to put every bit of my trust in him.
Then I guess we better give him the best show in all of Vegas.
My orgasm had washed away, the strength in my legs had returned to normal, and his words twisted in my head with all the filthy ways to fuck him out in the open.
“Where do you want me, Daddy?” I shook out my nerves, surrendering myself to him.
“I want you on your knees.” My eyes traveled down to his cock, my tongue reaching out to lick my lips out of habit.
Lowering to my knees, I opened my mouth and stuck my tongue out, begging for his cock. When he brushed his tip along my mouth, the instant sensation pulled a groan out of him that any nosy neighbor could hear.
“Good fucking girl,” he praised me gruffly.
My hands reached around, gripping the back of his thighs as I took him in until he touched my throat. He was so thick, my eyes filled with tears. But if his face looked the way it did because of the pleasure I was giving him, I’d endure it.
“Yes. Yes.” His voice became deeper and rougher as he held my head against him.
The more he made it known how much he enjoyed what I was doing to him, the more I wanted to push the limits. I wanted to tease him. To turn him on so much that his knees would shake, and he’d have to rip me off him in order to stop himself from spilling down my throat.
