“No. It’s not okay. They’re going to run it in the stupid, soul-sucking gossip rags. I don’t want you splashed in that shit. They’re going to take guesses at who you are and what we are.”
“I mean, at least I look good?” I tried to bring a little humor to ease the tension written on his face. A tension I admittedly didn’t fully understand. “I’m not in like, sweats, with wild hair or something on my face or anything like that. So it’s a photo. So they speculate that we’re together because, well, maybe we are? I mean, I believe I was told to burn my running shoes. Maybe we’re heading that way, anyway?” I looked at Donovan, who looked stunned at what I said. “You look stressed out, Donovan. How can I help you relax?”
He froze at my comment, and I put my hand on his knee, slowly running my hand up his thigh. When I got to the front of his pants, I grazed my hand over the bulge, and I could feel him respond to my touch. He looked at my hand and then back at me again.
“Relax?” he asked.
I brought my other hand up to cup his cheek. “Yeah, relax. Actually, you know what, I might knowjustthe thing,” I whispered against his lips.
At that, he crashed his lips into mine, and I gave him everything I had, hoping he could feel everything I was trying to say in that kiss. I was okay with a magazine speculating we weretogether because maybe I was ready to admit that’s what I wanted as well. He wasted no time and pulled me up onto his lap. My dress was short enough that it allowed me to straddle him, and with just a lace thong on, I could feel all of him under me. I’ll tell you what I didn’t feel … like waiting until his apartment to screw his brains out. Dragging my pussy against him, I whispered in his ear, “Just pull my underwear to the side.”
Letting out a low growling sound as he pulled away and he shifted me off his lap, he whispered back, “Miles is more like a dad to me than my own, so doing this in front of him would be crossing a line I couldn’t come back from. If it were a stranger, I’d rip that lace thong out of the way with my fucking teeth, and drive into you right now—it wouldn’t matter if someone were watching or not. In fact, I think we could give him one hell of a show, Chaos.”
My body throbbed at his words. I didn’t consider myself an exhibitionist, but I agreed. If there were a different driver right now, I’d be riding him into oblivion. Entertaining that thought made me that much more desperate for the man in front of me. Dirty talk and exhibitionism? This was unfamiliar territory for me; territory I found I didn’t mind at all.
“How much longer do we have?” I whined.
“Like three blocks,” he answered as he palmed his cock through his pants.
When we pulled up, we jumped out of the car, waved goodbye, and ran to the elevator. After the doors closed, he picked me up and spun me against the wall, moving against me to make sure I could feel him. My head tipped back on its own accord. After the doors opened, he didn’t even bother putting me down, just carried me into the apartment like a freaking caveman. I didn’t object. When we got in, I looked out of the floor to ceiling windows, and New Yorkat night was something else. The city was alive with light and movement; I’d never seen anything like it.
“This is pretty amazing, Van.”
“Not as pretty as you. What did I tell you about using my nickname, Chaos?”
I thought for a second, worried that I had made a mistake, but then I remembered what he’d said earlier. “That you like it a whole fucking lot,” I smiled. He wasn’t lying. I felt the physical evidence of how much he liked it.
“I do. And what did I promise I was going to do to you later?”
“Fuck me in front of the Empire State Building?” I answered with a mischievous smile.
“Damn right. Fuck you in front of the Empire State Building,” he repeated. Still holding me, he brought me over to the windows and managed to get my underwear off and his pants around his ankles. Because we were so desperate for each other, we didn’t manage to take anything else off, or get a condom on. It registered as his cock begged for entrance, but I was too gone to care. The man wasn’t fucking around, and I had an IUD.Ever the gentleman, after he started to push in, it registered for him too.
“Shit, can I do this?” He hissed out.
“Make me forget my name, Donovan.”
He exhaled a satisfied sound, and his legs spread wider to brace himself to lower me down. My nails dug into his back, because feeling Donovan in his full glory without a condom was something I wasn’t prepared for. Who knew that my favorite place in New York would be pushed up against a window? After he crossed the threshold of my entrance, I whimpered because it felt so damn good as my body adjusted around him. Even though I couldn’t have been any hotter, Igot chills, because feeling every bare inch of him touching every part of me was divine. I was so wet and willing that I offered little resistance. Finally, I circled my hips to help him bury himself all the way. If this wasn’t heaven, I didn’t want to go.
I was never a chaste woman, but I had never been as feral as I was for this man. The desire I felt for this man shameless, and at that moment of the night, I wanted him to impale me. With his powerful grip, he bounced me higher and higher, and I screamed his name into the stars. After my first orgasm, he gave me no time to recover when he put my feet on the ground and spun me so I was facing the entire city.
“Put your hands on the glass,” he ordered.
Without a second thought, I did as I was told. Positioning his big body behind me, his commanding presence consumed me. The arm that was so good at fingering me went up instead of down, and he grabbed my neck. Gently, he squeezed it, and tipped my head back so he could bend to my ear. “Let’s show this city what we can do, eh?” And with that, he dropped to his knees.He wasn’t going to…
The moan that escaped my lips was unstoppable as he bent me forward to lick my pussy, the one that he had just wrecked. On primal desire, I raised onto my tippy toes to give him even better access. My hands, forearms, and head all rested on this window for support and I watched the city as he drove me higher. He was so powerful in his pleasure, my entire body rocked with each swipe of his tongue.I wonder if anyone could see us? Maybe someone would get aroused watching this? My body reacted to the thought as I felt a rush of wetness. I couldn’t believe that I wanted someone to get off by watching Donovan go down on me. That thought paired with the pleasure of his tongue made me desperate.
“Donovan, I need to you deep in me right now. Please, God, fuck me.”
In one quick movement, he was back on his feet and had me pulled back against his chest, dick notched at my entrance.
“It’s not God fucking you, Chaos, it’s me,” he growled. After that, he pushed my shoulder blades down with one hand while he simultaneously grabbed my hand with his other, and guided me to put it on the glass. Bringing my second hand up on my own accord, I splayed my fingers on the cool, smooth surface to anchor myself. When he finally pressed into my body, I yelled his name, and he didn’t stop until he made good on his promise and I had his cum dripping down my leg.
By the time we were done, we collapsed in bed and fell fast asleep.
Wouldn’t you know, I had sweet, sweet dreams of that Empire State Building.
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