“Myles,” I breathed. “I’m gonna come.”
He snagged my wrist. “Not yet you’re not.”
I growled at him. “Don’t you deny my orgasm, damn you.”
He laughed. “I’m not—switch with me.” He gave me the condom and when I took it, he placed one big finger where mine had been, and he was not so light, not gentle. Not so slow. He pushed me over the edge with a single swipe through my wet center, and then his finger delved into me, gathering my essence and smearing it over me, curling inside me and finding something like a switch, like a button, taking my orgasm from a flicker of a candle to the scorching blaze of the sun. I screamed, knees giving out as the orgasm wrenched through me. Condom forgotten, I knew nothing but the overwhelming nova of climax, and he held me through it, one hand cradling my ass to hold me against him, his wrist pinned between our bodies as he flicked me to ever more spastic heights of delirium, not letting me fade from the orgasm but pushing me through it to something more, something hotter, something wilder.
I came back to earth eventually, still coming, but able to comprehend my place in the universe. Knees shaking, trembling all over, I ripped the condom packet open with my teeth and rolled it onto him.
Myles grabbed my hips and spun me in a circle. Pressed up against the window, I spread my legs apart for him, braced my hands on the glass. He fit two fingers to my opening and guided himself to me. Notched his cock at my entrance. Nuzzled in. Leaned against me, just the fat broad head inside my nether lips. His mouth tickled my ear.
“Ready, Lexie?”
I shook my head. “No.”
“Too bad.” He slammed into me, and I screamed.
The glass was cold against my breasts and sex and cheek—I was hard up against it, breasts smashed flat, his hand around my hip, fingering my clit from the front as he slid into me from behind. Dallas was spread out beneath us, far below, and I wondered if anyone could see us—maybe in the building across the street. I liked the idea of an unknown person watching this—it made it thrilling without being an exhibitionist thing. Myles lifted up on his toes, driving into me, and I gasped at the fullness of him inside me, spreading me apart, splitting me until I ached, burned. I would never get used to his cock, how impossibly huge it was. I mean, could the man be any more of a rock star god? Messy hair, beautiful voice, skilled guitar player, and a cock like a horse. And I had every beautiful inch inside me as his hips clapped against my ass.
“Lex, baby, now are you ready?”
I nodded against the glass. “Yeah, Myles. Now I’m ready.”
“Thank fuck.”
Little secret about Myles: he liked to come fast and hard. He could hold out, of course. Had the kind of stamina you’d imagine a man like him would have—he could fuck me all night long and not come until he decided he was ready to. But if I’d already gotten an O or two in, he liked to just let go. He’d give me my orgasm, and then he’d just pound into me without anything like technique or rhythm, just drill and drive and pound until he came.
It was glorious.
This was what he wanted, right now—to know if I was ready for him to cut loose.
I pawed the window, palms stuttering down the glass as Myles pulled back, fluttering a few light soft strokes, teasing me.
And then he slammed into me. Again. Again.
My whole body shook with the force of his thrusts, lifting me involuntarily up onto my toes. He clawed a hand over my breast, clutching one big globe, and the other hand he pressed over my sex, fingers sliding against my clit. Fucking me, kneading my breast, and fingering my clit all at once, in separate rhythms. I was such a lucky girl.
I felt myself rising to the occasion yet again as Myles pounded into me, hard and fast, grunting in my ear.
And then he started gasping, cursing, whispering my name—now he would come. My favorite part.
“Ohhh fuck, Lex, Lex, baby, oh fuck, Lexie.”
“Come for me, Myles. Give it to me hard.”
He slammed into me. “Like this?”
I pushed against him, pressing away so I could bend over, hands on the glass. “Harder.”
He gave it to me harder, my ass cheeks shaking as he drove into me with renewed vigor, chasing his orgasm as if it was running away from him.
And then, I knew it was time.
Now.
He lifted me upright, slammed me up against the window again, pressed his lips to my ear, hand barred across my tits and his other swiftly flicking my clit. Cock pounding into me, slapping and driving, his grunts wordless.
“Lex,” he gasped. “Fuck, baby—take it, take it.”
Don’t call me baby—I didn’t say it.
He came with a roar, and I came with him. It hurt, I came so hard. I felt him throb inside me, even through the condom, and I buried the longing to feel him bare inside me. Savagely shoved that need way down deep. Denied it.
He came, and I came, and together we shook, shivered, and he grunted and swore and prayed my name, over and over, whispering my name as he shuddered behind me.
And then my knees gave out, and he caught me. Lifted me in his arms, carried me to the bed. Tossed me onto it—gasping,
