I hang on the word clubbing. I know Braden likes to party, but personally, I am so over it. Have been for a while.
I'm more serious in nature, I guess. And it takes a lot to stimulate me. To me, the fake conversations that come with fake friendships are not enough.
I need more substance to sustain me. And I surround myself with only the right people.
"Maybe all that's changed since I met...you."
My stomach drops at the thought of him thinking of me as more than just a fling.
He holds my hand over the table, but underneath it, he's grazing my thigh. Soon, his fingers make their way up my very short skirt. He kisses me, and I lean into him. It's all so good. Being in his arms is like being home.
He teases me by very nearly penetrating me with those fingers. A dark smile crosses his face when he realizes I'm bare underneath, not wearing a scrap of underwear. It excites him, I know. And I’m happy with my choice to wear nothing―even if I am a little cold.
He wantonly traces his forefinger along the outskirts of my very wet pussy, and yet he doesn't dive in. What's stopping him?
The delight of the feeling, of him caressing me, and his lips on mine, it's all too much―enough, in fact, to make me come.
To think that the simple thought of him can be my undoing.
It's intense, and it's crazy, and it's real, I know.
"Would you like to see the balcony again?" he asks suddenly.
"I'd love to," I say as he removes his hand from underneath my skirt.
A part of me is disappointed, and a part of me knows that this was just an appetizer. The true event of this night has yet to come.
He pulls on his trench coat, and takes my hand. I follow him in my teetering heels out to the balcony.
There are other people around, but to me, it's just us. Me and him. He's all I can see, and all I want to see, as the world spins around us and beneath my feet.
I'm starting to fall.
Braden
I look down at my polished shoes, and there's nothing beneath them.
I'm floating on air.
All I see are tiny people and tiny cars.
The wind whips around my hair, and I feel like I'm flying.
Such is the benefit of being at Skybar. This ultra-exclusive club with its glass balcony is the hottest place in town right now.
I've been flirting with Jenna all night. And now I'm ready for more. She looks so fucking hot in that little silver dress.
I was stunned to see her walk out her front door wearing only that little slip. And there were no visible panty lines, so I know she's totally nude underneath there...at least that's the way I imagine it. A man’s gotta know these things.
Of course, tracing my fingers up her thighs and over her bare pussy after dinner confirmed I was right.
I've been trying to stare at her with X-ray vision all night, just to see her body.
She's looking over the edge of the glass balcony. There is glass in front of us and glass underneath us. It's the only thing standing between us and falling fifty floors down to a New York City avenue.
This place is insane. It gives me a rush that's similar to racing, that's similar to Jenna.
"Wow, Braden, I feel like I'm gonna fall. This is crazy up here."
"I know, I wanted you to see it," I say to her.
The idea of exploring new experiences with Jenna is addicting. She's fun to be around, and she appreciates every moment. Plus she has a need for speed like I do, so we're kind of on the same level.
No one's watching, so I wrap my arms around her from behind. We're looking out over the gorgeous cityscape that we have unlimited visual access to.
"It's beautiful up here," she says thoughtfully.
"You're beautiful," I say what's on my mind.
She pulls my arms around her little bit tighter. Things with Jenna are starting to go a little bit deeper. It's uncharted territory for me. I know she's been in a serious relationship before, but I'm more of a one night stand kind of guy.
To feel this way for someone should throw me off my game. But instead, she brings out the best in me. I feel like I'm finally home.
But I'm not going to admit that to her yet.
I pull my black trench coat around her to protect her from the wind.
"I can't believe we're standing on glass. I feel like I'm gonna fall," she says nervously.
"That's kind of the idea," I squeeze her tighter. "Don’t worry, though, Jenna, I'm never gonna let you fall."
She turns her head and looks up at me. I plant a kiss on her supple lips, and it feels like the wind gets knocked out of me.
Being with her is like that. It's a flux of energy that I'll never understand. Maybe it's love?
"You know, I'm really glad to be out here with you. You always push me past my comfort zone, Braden. I think that's a good thing," she says.
Her words further my understanding that I'm in the right place at the right time. I'm gonna seize this moment.
I reach up under her dress, using my coat to surround both of us so that no one sees.
I graze my fingers along her perfectly sculpted ass and then I slip them into her pussy from behind.
It's so sexy to do this up on the sky balcony where it feels like we're flying, and people are mingling behind us―and yet no one knows I'm knuckle deep in Jenna.
She gasps out in surprise and tries to maintain her balance. The world is spinning for both of us, and it's not just because we're on a balcony supported only by glass.
This may not be the safest of ideas, but I continue anyway. I'm addicted to the electric feeling of being with her, especially in public places. It speaks to both of our need to live in the fast lane, to live dangerously, and to be on the fringe of society.
I've been with a lot of fans before, a lot of socialites, and a lot of strippers. But never someone like Jenna. I've never been involved with someone who is as deep in the racing league as I am.
I've never known anybody who cares about that kind of technology as much as I do. That in itself attracts me to her more than anything. That and her body, of course.
I slide my finger along her inner lips and dispel some of the anticipation from her. She's already trying to breathe through the fact that I'm fingering her out on this unbelievable balcony.
I make it harder for her: I stroke her little pussy from the outside, making small circles the way I will soon touch her G-spot. She clenches at the glass wall in front of us, trying to steady herself.
I swipe my thumb along her clit and make lingering circles around her most sensitive spot. I start on the outside and work my way in. It's the best way. Soon I'll have her opening up like a perfect little flower.
"Braden, not out here. I feel dizzy, like I'm gonna fall."
Her admission gives me more of a spike in adrenaline. I continue what I'm doing, knowing that I'm close to getting her off. If I can make her come out here on this insane balcony, then it'll be a moment she will truly never forget.
I push my fingers into her with an adept swiftness and urgency. I speed up my movements to make her feel like I'm fucking her, to make her crave the real thing.
I swipe my thumb along her clit in slow rotations until she can't take it anymore. I'm gonna make her body explode from the inside out.
She exhales one final breath as she comes around me hard. Her pussy tightens around my hand, and I feel her body start to spasm.
I hold her closely, tightly so that she doesn't topple over the edge of this balcony. She's far and above from reality; I can tell by the euphoric expression on her face.
I pull my fingers out and let her continue to spasm.
Then I drag my soaking wet fingers over her mouth so that she can taste herself. She takes one and then the other finger and sucks on them slowly, tasting her own essence.
The fact that she does this nearly sets me over my own edge. I'm gonna have to have her tonight, and soon. Once again, I feel I can't wait to get back to the penthouse to claim her.
But there's got to be a place in this building where we can go unseen.
I need Jenna, now.
People at the bar are watching us, but I’m certain they can't tell what's going on. From their position, it just looks like I'm holding her and that we're looking off into the night sky. No one has a clue about the fact that I've just made Jenna come like there's no tomorrow.
She looks up at me with lust in her eyes, and I can tell she has a certain fervor that needs to be met.
"Follow me," I say as I take her hand and lead her off the balcony through the bar, the restaurant, and into the main hallway.
I look around for a secret exit, a way to take Jenna somewhere no one will notice.
There's the elevator, but that's not gonna give us enough time. There's the service elevator that might be a better option. My eyes dart around the building as I pull her along with me. Finally, I find an underused stairwell.
This is our spot. I open the heavy door and take her inside.
By now we both want each other bad. Jenna is grasping my hand with an expediency that I can understand. I want this just as bad as she does.
She follows me down a couple flights of stairs, and then I push her into a corner.
She's all mine now.
Jenna
The white cinderblocks cool my heated back.
He's grazing my collarbone with his teeth.
Every part of this moment is hot.
I've never had sex in a stairwell before, nor have I been fingered on a glass balcony. There's been a lot of firsts tonight with Braden.
I guess that's what I like about him. Every day is different and every day we're together is a new adventure. If I’d known that somebody in the racing lifestyle would be like this, I’d have jumped in sooner.
We're both out for the same thing, the rush.
Maybe that's what attracted me to him all along. I knew he wasn't just a playboy. I knew he had layers of depth that I'm just starting to get to know and understand.
The more I find out about him, the more I like him. I know it doesn't help the fact that I'm torn between two worlds; whether to spy on him or not. But I'm not gonna think about that now. I'll focus on how he's about to fuck me in the stairwell and I'll never forget it.
"I want to take you home tonight," he growls into my ear. "But first, I just have to have you here."
I kiss him back, and it's a mad flurry of teeth and lips and seduction. He's grabbing my tits and trying to pull my dress off.
If anybody's watching right now we'd be in big trouble. This ups the ante for me and adds to the excitement.
What is it about Braden and me in public spaces?
"Tell me you want it," he says sternly.
I toy with him.
"What if I don't?"
My words make him flare with anger. He flashes me an erotic grin.
"I'll make you beg for it."
As if in a sign of my submission, he forces me down on my knees. He slides my dress up over my head and I'm naked. He's got his whole damn suit on, plus the trench coat, while here I am, nude, on my knees, in a stairwell.
He whips out his giant cock and the sight of it makes me feel brazen. I could do things to him that are out of my limits.
He wraps his fingers around my hair and spreads my lips open with his cock. I slide my tongue along his shaft.
Yes, he's got me begging for it. The sight of Braden's enormous cock always gets me wet. I need him inside of me, now.
But I resign myself to the fact that I do not control him here. He decides where and when. I trust him and he's usually always right.
For the moment, while it feels good to have his cock forcing its way down my throat, I can't help that tonight, all I want is for him to fuck me.
I moan around his cock because it feels so good and I'm getting so wet. I just came in and I'm ready to come again.
With one hand, he fingers my tits and with the other, he securely locks my head into place. He's forcing my head to rock back-and-forth along the length of his shaft.
I'm breathing and taking all of him in, as much as will fit. But all I can think is that I want more.
He's making me take him in deep, and it's rough, and I like it that way.
At the same time, that ache, the ever-persistent ache in my pussy is there. The only thing that can satisfy this is the feeling of him inside of me.
I want that enormous cock to fuck me into oblivion. I want to be filled up by it, punished by it, and undone by it. The only thing on my mind at this point his cock.
The idea that there's a huge cock sliding down my throat is nothing compared to the throbbing, pulsating pain radiating from within me. It's the pain of needing to be fucked.
I say none of this.
He thrusts into me and it’s not a gentle thrusting either. I open my mouth wide and try to take in his girth, as well as his length. It's damn near impossible but I don't give up.
I'm getting wetter by the second, as his cock becomes slick and coated with my spit. I almost want to start fingering myself, but then he'll know that I'm internally begging for it, just like he said I would be.
He forces himself deep into me for a long time. He's got me pinned to the corner, and if anybody walked by right now they'd think this was something out of a porn movie. Just my style.
I'm moaning out because I just can't help it. Braden is everything. Braden is life.
He looks down at me with a lustful, deviant kind of grin. He knows he's in control and he knows that he has me right where he wants me.
Seeing his dark eyes look down at me like this makes my pussy sticky. It is so much, to the point that I think my wetness is starting to drip all over the cement floor.
"Say it," he says through clenched teeth.
I'm silent aside from the slurping motion of me taking in his cock. I don't know why I'm defiant. It makes me feel good.
He forces himself down my throat, even more, making me gag. I want it so bad that I fear I'll cry out, with a lack of self-control.
He fucks my mouth when he knows what I really want is for him to move that enormous manhood inside of me.
"I could go like this all day, Jenna. You better say what I want to hear," he says as he pushes my head back-and-forth with a roughness that makes me desire more.
Choking on his cock feels so good. But it's not what I want. There's only one way I'm going to get what I want. And that's to tell him what he needs to hear. Fine.
I pull my head back and precum drips down the side of my lips. Before he's tempted to force me to return to the job I say what I need to say.
"I want you, Braden," I say with rebellious eyes. "I fucking want you, okay? Please, fuck me right here. I need it."
His eyes reflect the satisfaction of being right. I'm begging for it as he said I would.
Thank God, he jumps into action because I'm about to explode. He pulls me up and kisses me.
"Good girl,” he says gently. "Now, was that so hard?"
Yeah, it was. I hate admitting to him how bad I want him. I hate to admit to him that he's all I think about, that my body's starting to crave him in a primal way that I don't understand.
I'm in his strong arms, and he lifts me up and pushes me against the corner. My legs wrap around him.
His cock is right there, wet from my spit. He lifts my dress and slides it in easy. Inch by delicious inch, it's a mix of pain and pleasure. That's what I crave about him I guess.
I let go of small cries, whimpers even, as he inserts himself into me and it feels like divine bliss. I start to try to ride his cock, hoping for a release somehow, just to be relieved from this burning need. Everything in my body is telling me to get as much of him as possible.
"Is this what you’ve been wanting?" he says as he pushes it all the way in.
I'm gasping, trying to open all the way up to receive him. He goes slowly because I can't handle it faster now, not yet.
I hold onto his muscular shoulders a
nd try to readjust my position that I can take in even more of his gorgeous length.
I avoid his eyes.
"Yes, Braden, this is what I want."
Without reserve, he fucks me hard. He pulls my chin up, so I'm forced to look at him.
"Look at me. Don't hide," he says.
I obey, but it's hard. To look at him means connecting. It means that this might amount to something more than what I'm ready for.
My back slams against the wall, but I don't even feel it because I'm so wrapped up in the feeling of him inside of me.
I'm spread wide, wide as can be. He takes control and fucks me hard...and fast, exactly how I like it.
Divine waves of pleasure easily come over me like I knew they would. It doesn't take much with him. Just the thought of Braden Masterson being inside of me is all I need to come.
"I'm coming. Braden, I'm coming," I say. "You feel so fucking good."
I'm trying to grind down into him, to help spread my orgasm over several minutes, but he doesn't even notice. He's plunging into me so hard. It's like he's in his own reality.
He closes his eyes and pushes into me for a few final throes. And with that, he gasps a frayed breath. I know he's reaching his climax and I come again and again, knowing that we're achieving this moment together.
Braden is everything to me. That's becoming apparent now. I'm addicted to his cock.
I come in several waves around him, as he pumps his hot essence into me. It's an experience that I can't describe. That point when you reach oneness with someone is spectacular.
I know we're connected and I don't know how but I know it should feel like this. Is this love? Is this lust? Or is it something in between?
All I do know is that I'm coming harder than I ever have before, and that I feel unified with this one man. I want him to have power over me and pleasure.
I want him to have the world.
Braden
The stairwell is empty and quiet save for the irregular breathing of our bodies combined, climaxing at once.
Cum is dripping down my shaft and around her pussy.
She's soaking wet and panting in my arms.
We're both still climaxing and it's fucking incredible.
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