My breasts were mashed against the glass, and my breath was fogging it up, soft cries echoing back to me while Killian fucked me.
I kept watching the people below, wondering if they could hear me, wondering what it sounded like, what it looked like. If someone glanced up, they probably wouldn't be able to see Killian. Just me, pushed against the glass and in the throes of pleasure, eyes and mouth wide open, looking every inch like the slut Killian had called me.
All I needed was a collar and maybe a gag in my mouth to complete the look.
My heart kicked up a notch at that thought, and I moaned louder.
Fuck, what was he doing to me? I thought that just about every time we fucked, but really. What was he doing to me?
My head was filled with images of my body on display, naked and maybe bound, a gag in my mouth, clamps on my nipples, helpless and turned on. Everyone standing around watching while I was forced to come over and over again.
It was a powerful fantasy, and I kept my eyes on the people coming and going below, letting it build while Killian kept up his thrusts behind me.
It wasn't going to take long at the rate I was going. Soon enough I was going to lose it, exploding into an orgasm that would shake me to my core.
The pleasure, the heat of it was already climbing, racing through me at breakneck pace, threatening to overwhelm me completely while I struggled to breathe and keep a handle on myself.
Killian didn't let up, driving into me again and again.
"Oh my god," I nearly sobbed, feeling that tightening low down and knowing I was so close. "Fuck. I'm gonna—”
"Come on," he urged me. "Come on, you little slut. Come all over this cock and remember who you belong to. I'm the one who makes you feel like this, aren't I? The one who makes you fall apart and beg to come like the needy thing you are. Say it. Tell me who you belong to."
"Yours," I panted, nails scrabbling at the glass as the first powerful waves of my orgasm broke over me. "I'm yours! Fuck, Killian, oh my god."
I shook and trembled my way through my orgasm, not even bothering to muffle the moans and cries that spilled from my lips while Killian fucked me through it.
Suddenly, nothing else mattered.
Not the people on the street below, or Simon, or Eve, or my parents, or Killian's mother. No one was in that room but the two of us, and I didn't think I had ever felt so connected to Killian before.
I came and came until I was sure I was going to fall over and not be able to get up again, but Killian's hold and his hard cock still inside me kept me up, pinning me and supporting me while he fucked me harder and faster.
I could tell by the way his breath was coming in shorter pants that he was chasing his own pleasure, getting close to losing it for me the way I had for him, and I wanted that. I wanted him to fill me up and to know that I felt good enough to make him surrender his control.
"Come on," I panted, voice raspy and a little weak from the force of the pleasure I was still feeling. "Come on, Killian. Let me feel you."
He groaned my name, and it sounded amazing like that, a little wrecked and desperate. I loved knowing that he was affected too, apparently.
"Yes," he moaned. "I'm gonna... I'm close."
I tightened around him, working my hips back and grinding against him. I wished I could see the look on his face, watch the pleasure overtake his handsome features, but I had a good enough imagination to know what it would look like.
The fingers in my hair tightened even further, and I gasped at the thrill of pain, pussy rippling with it.
That was enough to send Killian over the edge, apparently, and he swore harshly under his breath, falling apart for me and filling me with his release.
He was buried to the hilt, pressed tightly against my back, and we both fought to catch our breath, not moving or speaking for long moments.
Finally, Killian pulled out, and I breathed a soft sigh of almost disappointment when I was empty again. When he let me go entirely, my legs gave out on me, and I sank to the floor in a heap, sticky and wet, clothes still a mess around my chest and thighs.
I didn't even care.
I leaned my head back against the window, letting the coolness seep through my overheated person.
Killian stood there for a moment, looking down at me, no expression on his face. And then, like he was making a decision, he nodded and folded down onto the floor with me, holding out a hand to beckon me closer.
I went without hesitation. I always wanted to be close to him after sex and this was no exception. He pulled me in, and I laid my head in his lap, sighing softly when he started stroking his fingers through it, a contrast from the harsh way he'd been holding on only moments before.
It was warm and quiet, and we stayed like that for a while, neither of us saying anything or making any attempts to move.
Just when I was beginning to wonder how long the peace could actually last, Killian cleared his throat lightly. "Are we... alright?" he asked.
I nodded, closing my eyes. "I think so. I forgive you for being an emotionally stunted jackass."
He huffed a laugh and pulled my hair, but it was teasing. "I'm so relieved, you have no idea." There was sarcasm in his tone, but I knew he was also serious. "I know it's a risk to bring this up while we're basking in the afterglow and all, but what about Simon?"
I sighed. It was like a dash of
