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“I don’t,” he says with authority.

“Name something you don’t know.” I poke his chest.

“What you taste like tonight.”

I gasp and clutch his knee. “That can be arranged.”

“When? This is fucking spectacular up here but what I really want to be doing is fucking you,” he whispers in my ear with a slight nip, and it makes me excited and nervous.

I feel so much older than we are, and everyone is treating us like we’re adults, which is fucking weird. I look out over the city and then back to him.

“Look at the view,” I remark.

“I am.” I roll my eyes and he turns his barstool so we’re both facing the city. We say nothing as he lets me drink this all in. The view, his touch, and this wine which is delicious and foreign to me. I wish I could draw or like paint or something so that this moment could be captured, and I could take it out when I’m back in my real life. I know it will be a story I tell myself in the future that’s not only wildly romantic but really fucking cool. I never want to forget even a second of tonight, not even falling flat on my ass at the snooty place. And I want a purse worthy of its own stool, but I want to figure out how to get it myself. Tony makes me want to figure out who the fuck I’m going to become.

After I sip the last drop, I turn towards the bartender and when our stools flip around, his hand goes higher on my thigh. He leans over and starts whispering things he wants.

“I’m aiming to get you off within the next ten minutes.”

The idea of it makes me squirm in my seat, although I don’t know how it happens - but I want it. I lean to him and bite his ear hard. He groans and adjusts his dick. I enjoy controlling his dick.

I shake my head wildly. “Yes.”

“How fast do you think I can get you off?” he says while kissing just under my ear.

“I’ll do my best, but fucking trust me, I’m ready.” He scribbles his name on the bill, grabs his card and we race to the elevator. I try to lead him towards the bathrooms. When he pushes the elevator button, I’m a little disappointed. I’ll have to wait so long. He must see it on my face.

“Don’t misunderstand me, my little witch.” The doors open and the moment they slide closed, he pushes my front against the window, pulls my hips back slightly, and his greedy hands find my clit as he hikes up my skirt.

“Oh, God. Here? Now?”

“Three minutes and all of Paris is waiting to watch you come.” His dick is hard and digging into my back, and I lean my head on his shoulder as he slips a finger inside me and thrusts slowly while pinching my nipple. “So fucking wet and ready.”

All I can do is moan and be turned on by the glass elevator and the fear that someone will catch us. It’s intoxicating and fucking hot. Jesus, it’s so wrong, and I buck into his hand when he crushes his palm to my clit. I feel it building so quickly.

He’s kissing and nipping my neck. I gasp, “Harder. Fuck me harder. I’m so close.”

“You fucking ride my hand and come for me.”

He slips a second finger and pumps into me, then he pinches my clit and I’m fucking gone. My body floats higher, getting tighter and tighter until the elevator rattles for a second and so do I around his hand. He whispers me through my orgasm, and I realize he’s been watching me the whole time in the glass. The lights of the tower dotting my reflection just like he just lit me up. I come down with a gentle easy slump into him. He removes his hands and I turn to look at him. He licks his fingers and raises an eyebrow.

“Mineral.”

I bury myself into his chest and laugh hysterically.

tony

We’re trying to fall asleep, and I should be fucking exhausted. I don’t want to miss a second with her. I’ve experienced nothing like her. The only way I can think to explain it is she fills all the spaces, inside and around me. She’s everywhere and I like it. But it’s spaces I never knew needed filling. Or maybe she’s like a great flashlight illuminating parts of myself that were hidden. Or maybe she’s just fantastic at fucking and my cock has taken over my brain. There’s been a dick takeover and I only hope he’s able to get my math homework done as well as dream up impossible scenarios to fuck her. I want to take her up to the roof and do her up there. Perhaps I have a thing about almost getting caught.

She rolls over and flops on my chest. “Why can’t I sleep?” Her stomach growls and it’s like mine is talking to hers. “I’m fucking starving.”

I slide my hands into her hair and let it run between my fingers. It’s so soft and sleek.

“Everything around us is closed.”

She sits up and I get a view of her dark brown nipples and my dick brain begins to figure out a way to get hard again. But then she’s out of the bed and throwing on a t-shirt and a pair of my boxer briefs. Not sure I’ll ever recover from how fucking hot she looks right now.

She says with a knowing smile, “Not everything’s closed. Come on.”