It’s thick as you like. A decent length, but the girth is what catches my eye. That and the piercing through the tip. A glint of silver, like it’s got a fucking crown.
Never did I believe I’d see the day when a cock would have me breathless.
My cheeks heat when I drag my eyes from it and meet his gaze. He pushes a hand against the glass, above his head, and leans in so his face is nearly against the pane. As close as he can get. When he grasps his cock in his hand, I slide my fingers between my legs, meeting no resistance with how wound up he has me. And he’s noteven in the same bloody room. Imagine how it would be with him here in my bed? A place I’d let no other man venture to in years, but would welcome him into in a heartbeat.
Circling my fingers, I moan as sensation washes over me. It usually takes me a while if I’m going manual, but the pressure already mounts deep inside. It’s like he’s stoked a fire there and commanded it to burn.
His fist moves, matching my strokes, and when he quickens, I thrust two fingers inside myself, imagining them to be his. My thighs tremble as I flick from watching him fuck his hand to the look in his eyes. The absolute longing I find in those dark pools.
He looks at me like I’m someone to be adored.
Not a girl who was broken at eight.
I hope I can make him feel that when I look at him. Like he matters.
Shifting positions, I press up against my window too, my forehead leaning against the cool glass, not quite tall enough to be close to his face, but needing to feel near him all the same.
I’m so close to tipping over the edge.
My breath fogs the glass where I pant, stifling my moans in a bid not to have Ellie wake. He moves a hand lower, sliding a thumb over my lips. I wish I could feel his touch.
‘Please,’ he whimpers, in that way that men do that absolutely eviscerates us women. That needy, hornywhimper that makes me feel like a goddess. His voice is muffled through the glass, but it’s enough to set me off.
Pleasure tumbles through my centre, a deep roiling that has me gasping against the glass. I look up into his eyes as I come, losing myself in him.
‘Come for me,’ I beg between quaking moans, needing him to lose control too.
With a harsh jerk of his cock, he does. All over the glass. In great white jets from that magnificent, metal-topped cock.
Not quite satisfied that I’ve teased him enough, I bend and place my tongue flat against the window, right where he’s glazed it the most. I drag my tongue across the glass, and delight in thefuckkkkhe murmurs on the other side.
Finally, I kneel back on the bed and pull his shirt down over my thighs, he fastens his trousers, much to my dismay, and other than the white streaks dripping down my window, it’s like it had never happened.
I wish you could come in.
Not tonight, darling.
Darling. I smile despite the rebuff.
Grabbing my old high school boyfriend’s T-shirt, he uses it to clean his cum from my window, swiping it through the mess until it’s absorbed it all. Even that makes me want to drag him inside and sit on top of him.
He holds up the soggy garment and a lighter, flicks it to life, and places it beneath the relic from my past. Orange blooms, travelling up the material fast and eager, consuming it entirely.
It’s insane.
Completely insane. And yet, when he looks at me through the dying flame, I know I’m so utterly gone for this man.
Goodnight Kat.
Goodnight.
Close your curtains properly this time.
I roll my eyes until he narrows his, and I begrudgingly obey, shutting him out of view. Collapsing into my pile of pillows, I grin.
What a night.
Good girl.
