I find something really kinky about the idea of being stark naked and watching people on the street below walk by. I put my hand on the front of my pants. “So it’s brand-new, right? No one has lived here? All the furniture and stuff is because it’s staged?”
I have this totally amazing idea blooming in my brain. Actually, it didn’t start in my brain. She nods without looking up from her phone screen and starts to walk into the bedroom. “Yeah. A few people have moved into the complex, but a lot of the units are still empty, like this one, so if you want it, we could have some negotiating power. They want to fill them up sooner rather than later.”
“This shower and the master are huge selling points,” I call out as I undo my pants and reach up to pull my shirt over my head. “But overall, I don’t think this is the place.”
“Really? Because it’s in a great area, with almost double your current space and no door—” She stops midsentence, and I’m assuming it’s because she’s staring at my bare ass. I’m facing the window, watching a girl jog by below and a couple stroll the other direction holding lattes.
“Jude!”
“I just want to test it out. I’ve never people-watched while I shower.” I grin at her over my shoulder while I palm my erection. “The architect has one hell of a fetish, I’m thinking.”
“Mother of all things holy, put your clothes back on!”
“Why?” I ask casually and turn to face her, hand still on my growing dick. “It’s not like my dick is on display for anyone who walks by. Although it’s too bad this isn’t regular glass. My dick is worth being put on display.”
Her eyes drop. I curl my fingers and give myself a slow tug. “Jude Braddock, you are crazy.”
“What? You don’t think it’s a good-looking dick?” I ask and throw in a mock tone of indignation for effect. “I’ve seen some dick in my time, thanks to locker rooms, and let me tell you, this one is downright pretty. Long; thick; perfect head.”
Her eyebrows raise, but her eyes don’t, and I can feel her stare like a warm caress across my shaft. I am so going to fuck her in here. She really doesn’t have a choice. She opens the glass door and doesn’t tell me to get out, which is a good sign she’s not going to need much more convincing.
“It’s a very nice dick,” she agrees softly. Her eyes rise to mine. “It does very good things.”
She reaches toward it, and I move my hand away. She replaces it with her own. Her fingers are soft and warm, and her grip is firm. A ripple of pleasure rolls up from my balls and through my shaft. I make a noise in the back of my throat. Jesus, her hand feels almost as amazing as her pussy. I grab the back of her head and pull her lips to mine. As my tongue claims her mouth, my hand makes its way under the hem of her dress to claim something else. I brush the silk fabric of her underwear between her legs and it’s damp.
“Let me fuck you here,” I beg against her mouth. “Against the window.”
“It’s unprofessional,” she murmurs, but she’s letting me tug her underwear off. They fall to the floor. I wrap an arm around her tiny waist to guide her and start walking, moving us both toward the window.
She manages to step out of her underwear without tripping. “A good Realtor picks up on a client’s needs and satisfies them.” I throw her words from earlier back at her because I’m fucking brilliant when I’m horny. Once her back is up against the window, I go back to the hem of her dress and start lifting it up. It’s one of those loose-fitting deals, so luckily there are no zippers or buttons to slow me down, and I can just lift it up and off her body. Only she’s blocking me with her arms when I get the dress up to her chest. Our eyes meet. “Isn’t it professional to satisfy my needs?”
Her response is to bite her bottom lip and lift her arms. The dress is on the tile floor next to my clothes in seconds. I spin her so she’s facing the window. It’s quick, and my fingers slide into her pussy before she catches her balance. Her palms land with a smack on the glass and she whimpers. “If I buy this place, I am going to fuck you here every single night, while you watch unsuspecting strangers walk by.”
She turns her head and drops her cheek to the glass and lets out a pant as my thumb finds her clit and my fingers move quicker and harder. She tilts her hips and starts grinding herself against my hand. I push her hair over her shoulder and kiss the back of her neck, starting at the hairline and moving all the way down to her shoulder, where I give her a gentle bite, which causes another whimper. I keep kissing, dropping lower and lower, kissing her back, her side, the curve of her waist, one hand still playing with her and the other reaching for the condom in the back pocket of my jeans. I find the condom just as my lips reach her ass, and I bite down, much harder than I did on her shoulder, and my fingers curl inside her, and she arches her back and moans. Her pussy quivers right along with her knees, and I know she’s about to come. I still my hand, and she makes a disgruntled sound. I smile as I tear the corner of the condom package open with my teeth.
Rolling it on with one hand while I raise myself to standing again, I move my hand from her center to her hip and pull her pelvis back so she’s bending a little more at the waist. I bend my knees a little and rub my tip across her opening. “I want my dick to do those very nice things you mentioned earlier.”
She reaches back for my hip, trying to push me into her, so I give her what she wants and in one strong, fluid thrust, I bury myself inside her.
“Holyfuckinghell.”
I’d smile at the fact that I just made her swear, but I’m too busy trying to keep my eyes from rolling back in my head. She feels just as unbelievable as she did the first time. In fact at this angle, from behind, she feels even more fucking magical than the first time.
My pace is punishing—fast and hard—but she is doing the opposite of complaining, arching her back and pushing her ass into every thrust. I thought I would get a rush out of watching the people walk by while I fucked her, but I can’t seem to take my eyes off her in nothing but heels and a bra bent over in front of me long enough to look out the damn window. Although I do like the way the sun is shining in on us, making her hair glow like fire and her skin gleam like porcelain, except where my fingers from last night have left light bluish streaks on her. Fuck, I hope that doesn’t hurt too much.
I let go of her hip with my left hand and snake it lower. As soon as I find her clit she moans again. Honest to God, that sound moves my orgasm into the launch position. I grit my teeth. She moves a hand off the window and palms her own breast through her bra. I start moving in her harder but with shorter thrusts, flicking my hips at the end of each one.
She mews like a cat in heat, and my orgasm prepares for launch. Fuck. I pant with the effort it takes to hold off. It’s my favorite part of sex, the last moments where my mind fights off the pleasure my body is compelled to release. The tingle at the base of my cock, the warmth that claws through my veins, the pulse in my balls stronger than my heartbeat. Those feelings usually only begin a good ten minutes into sex. With Zoey, they start the minute my cock touches her pussy, so the fight is long and glorious.
She shoves her bra down a bit and she’s got her hand on her exposed breast, her fingers playing with her nipple. My hand on her hip gets jealous and slides up her body. I shove her hand away and take the breast for myself.
“Pinch my nipple,” she begs breathlessly.
I honor her request, and at the same time I thrust into her, and my other hand pinches her clit.
She lets out a high-pitched moan, and her back arches before her whole body quakes. The feeling of her breaking apart around me is all it takes to light my own fuse, and I explode, letting out my own strangled moan. Just like last time, there’s a moment where my vision blurs and my joints turn to Jell-O, and I barely manage to stay upright.
I pull out of her, even though I want to stay longer, and reach out for her arm, guiding us both over to sit on the bench at the end of the shower stall. She is about to sit beside me, but I tug her down onto my thighs. I wrap my arms around her, and she dips her head, and we kiss a shaky, slow kiss. “I think we need to do this in a bed next time as a safety precaution, because one of these days I’m going to pass out.”
