by Lacy Ryder
“Don’t worry, I’m not going to take my hours all at once. I want to savor you. I want to do things to you that you’ve only dreamt of.” His dark eyes sparkle. “Well, maybe in your case, things you’ve only watched through other people’s windows.” I glower at him, my eyes narrowing as he continues. “Do we have a deal?”
A nervous shiver rolls up my sides. “I guess it’s only fair,” I find myself saying. “So, when does this…. arrangement start?”
“Now seems appropriate. Since I’m already here,” he adds, his eyes gleaming.
His lips press against mine. I drag my hands through his dark hair and sigh. He tastes amazing, and his kiss is every bit as sensual and in control as I imagined it would be. He tugs at the sheet I have wrapped around me, roughly dragging it away from my body. I stand there, completely exposed as his eyes take me in, his fingers trailing up over my stomach. I tense, hoping to God that he likes what he sees. His lips curve into a grin that lends me a little bit of confidence. My heart racing, I lean forward and run my shaking hand over the large bulge in his pants. I can’t believe I’m doing this.
“Confidence,” he murmurs, staring into my eyes. “I like that in a woman. But do you know what I like even more in a woman?” he whispers and leans in to nibble at my earlobe.
“What?” I whisper.
“Me,” he murmurs, licking my neck.
I gasp. How do I even respond to that?
He grips hold of my waist and hoists me into his arms. I curl my thighs around his strong body as he carries me out of the bedroom, his mouth engulfing mine. His erection presses against my thigh through the constraints of his pants. I grind gently against him, enticing a moan from deep within. I have no idea where he’s taking me, but I’m too distracted to care. I finally start caring when he flings open the front door, the crisp night air hitting my back.
“What are you doing?” I hiss, my eyes widening in alarm.
“No risk, no reward, Charlie. You of all people should know that,” he grins.
As if that’s an explanation, he sweeps me across my front yard and over to where my car is parked in the driveway. My heart pounds. I glance around, wondering how many people can see us. We live in a crowded street with lots of houses in close proximity of each other. The only saving grace is that it’s nearly two in the morning. No lights are on in any of the neighboring houses, so it’s unlikely anyone is going to see us, but the fear is still there.
He lowers me down on the hood of my car and nudges my thighs further apart. A rush of anticipating surges through me.
“Lay back,” he orders.
I do as I’m told, arching my back is it makes contact with the cool metal. This is the farthest outside of my comfort zone that I’ve ever ventured. I’m terrified, but at the same time, enjoying every fucking second of this experience.
He unbuckles his pants and reaches inside, his thick cock springing out into his hand. With one hand on the car, he runs his hand up and down his shaft while I lay there, ready and waiting. There is something so sexy about him being fully dressed while I’m naked and exposed. It’s like I’m at his disposal. The thought that it any moment someone could drive down the street and see us just adds an extra layer of excitement. It’s thrilling. My eyes fall on his erection as he rolls a condom over his shaft.
He reaches forward and grasps my hips, then thrusts his cock deep inside me as his thumb circles my clit. I cry out, forgetting for a moment where we are. He chuckles, a fire burning in his eyes as he pumps himself deeper inside me.
“Touch yourself,” he orders, his voice strained.
I nod, and immediately slide my fingers to my clit just next to his thrusting cock. As I circle my clit, I sway my hips against the rhythm of movements. My other hand finds my breast, rolling my nipples between my fingers until they’re hard and stiff against my touch. His jaw clenches as he watches with a great need, and I can tell that he’s loving every second of it. He’s so close, and so am I. I buck my hips, driving him deeper inside me, urging him on.
Across the road out of the corner of my eye I see a light come on out front. I hope to God is just an animal that’s triggered a sensor light, because I’m too close to exploding to actually do anything about it. He spots it too and grins, his thrusts turning more frantic. I cry out again, my screams echoing through the silence as my hands thrash about, desperately trying to find something to give me traction.
“I’m so close,” I whisper, my voice hoarse. He grunts in response, filling me over and over again with his thickness.
“Oh God,” I growl. My back arches, and I growl as my body turns into convulsing mess. I clench my thighs, my tight muscles enough to trigger his orgasm. He growls, and thrusts into me harder than ever before, this time staying deep inside me. He throws his head back, his expression pained as he comes. I ride him slowly, my pussy teasing him, and milking the last of his orgasm out from his throbbing cock.
“Fucking incredible,” He mumbles. He pushes himself out of me and takes my hand helping me up from the car. His hand grabs that my ass and he squeezes it, planting a kiss on my lips.
“Better than watching?” He asks. All I can manage is a weak nod. He chuckles, and strokes my long dark hair tenderly. “You better get back inside before someone calls the police,” he murmurs. He nods over to our neighbor, who is now standing on the porch, craning her neck to get a better view of us. I think I can see a phone in her hand, but I’m not sure.
I scoot off the car, jumping as he smacks me on the ass on the way past. My heart races as I duck down to the side gate between our houses, where I’m relieved to see my bedroom window is still open. Groaning, I leaver myself up onto the window frame and somehow tumble inside, with very little grace.
Holy shit.
Still in shock, I sit on the floor, my legs crossed and my heart pounding. Uncontrollable laughter begins tumbling out of me hysterically. We were so close to getting caught, but it was totally worth it.
Before this, I wondered how I was going to face him tomorrow. Now, I’m about ten times more worried about it.
I climb back into bed, my body weak. I should have a shower but I don’t think I have the strength. I’ve been literally fucked, and I can’t wait for him to have his way with me again. If he wants me again.
I frown, trying to think of a time I’ve seen him with the same woman more than once. Never. I push the thought aside and force myself to think about tonight. Who cares if it never happens again, because tonight was perfect. I can’t wipe the smile off my face. I curl up under the blankets and close my eyes, feeling strangely relaxed.
For once I don’t have to fall asleep wishing it was me he was with, because I just lived it.
* * * * *
“Up late working again?” I slide into the seat opposite my best friend, Rose and nod, not meeting her gaze. It’s the following morning, and I’m meeting her for our usual Saturday morning coffee at our local café. Rose rolls her eyes. “You need to get laid.”
I stifle a laugh. If only she knew. She spots something behind me, and leans closer, her eyes twinkling. “On that thought, I wouldn’t mind being fucked by Mister Perfect over there.”
I turn around to check out her latest target, and nearly spit out my coffee. There, at the counter, stands Jacob, looking sexy in a black button up shirt and perfectly ironed black pants. He catches my eye, and winks. I blush and turn back around, hoping Rose won’t pick up on my embarrassment. I finish my coffee in record time, then fish my purse out from my handbag. Because it’s her turn to pay, Rose goes to stand up, but I put my hand out to stop her.
“My shout,” I mumble. She looks at me in surprise, but then sees Jacob still standing at the counter.
“Ah, I get it,” she giggles. “You two would make a cute couple actually. You’re both way too serious.” She leans closer to me, her blue eyes wide. “Though, on the other hand, I’ve heard things about him.”
“Like what?” I ask in
nocently, holding in my laughter.
“That he likes to please women, and he goes through a lot of them,” she whispers.
“And where did you hear that?” I ask, trying to sound neutral. I’m bursting to tell her, but I can’t. Not here. Not now.
“My friend’s cousin spent a night with him. She was never the same after it, apparently.” Her eyes gleam. “On second thought, maybe I should go for him. I’m not sure you could cope.”
I swallow a laugh and just poke my tongue out at her. If only she knew the truth. Taking a deep breath, I push back my seat and wander over to the counter. He watches me, his dark eyes filled with desire. I stand next to him, my heart racing, pretending I don’t even notice he’s there.
“You’re looking very sexy today, Charlie,” he mutters, loud enough for only me to hear. My heart swells, and I feel my nipples harden inside my sweater. “Recover okay?”
I nod, a slight smile on my lips. “Slept like a baby, actually.” I keep my voice cool, which is totally not what I’m feeling inside.
The cashier comes over to take my money. I hand it to her with a smile and accept my change. As I turn to leave, I catch Jacob’s eye. He smirks.
“Glad to hear it. Oh, and Charlie?”
I raise an eyebrow, in response, hoping he can’t hear my pounding heart.
“Last night was close. We nearly got caught,” he begins, his eyes gleaming. “Next time, I’m going to make sure people see me fucking you.”
He smirks at my shocked expression and collects his coffee. I watch as he throws a twenty on the counter and saunters out the door. I ache just thinking about him. His words should be ringing alarm bells in my head, but all I heard were those two little words.
Next time…
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Lacy is a NYT and USA Today bestselling author of clean romances. Fortunately for us, her dirty side has been kept quiet for far too long and needs an outlet! Be warned, if you start reading her stuff you’re never going to be able to get her fantasies out of your head.