“You got something special here,” he says quietly, prowling towards me. The stars have long since faded, and the only thing he can’t seem to look away from now is me.
“I do,” I breathe, watching him come closer with bated breath.
There’s a small tug at the back of my head—an instinctual feeling that reminds me that I’m in a glass box with a shadow possibly lurking outside. Provided with a full view of what’s happening.
Part of me doesn’t mind if he’s out there. I want to prove something to the deranged man who thinks he owns me. I want to show him he doesn’t.
The only person who will lay claim to my body is who I allow. I’ll let Arch’s hands touch me. Hands that will trace every inch of my skin, followed by his mouth. I’ll let his tongue lick my pussy until I’m sated, right before he fucks me until I no longer know my name.
I’ll let him because I said he could.
Arch towers over me, molding his front to mine and pinning my breasts against his chest. My breath stutters as warmth envelops me, his arm circling tightly around my waist and locking me against him.
I like the way he feels pressed against me. The softness of my body molding against the hard ridges of his. It feels… nice. Good.
Arch stares deeply into my eyes for a brief moment. And then he tilts his head and gently captures my lips between his.
I sigh, his soft lips moving against mine rhythmically, like the water at the bottom of the cliff, swaying against the rocks.
I moan into his mouth, needing more and deepening the kiss, prying his lips apart so I can dip my tongue inside.
He growls, his restraint slipping. His other hand sweeps into my hair, angling my head better so he can plunge his tongue in my mouth, exploring skillfully with little control.
I rise on my toes, pressing further into him. Shuddering at the feel of his hard cock digging into my stomach, the length of him only intensifying my desire.
He’s not small. And that’s really what I need tonight. Something that will blind me with pleasure and leave me breathless and satisfied.
His tongue fights against mine, swiping and licking as his teeth nip at my lips. Another moan slips free, bouncing in his mouth until he matches it with his own groan.
The hand in my hair tightens, jerking my mouth away, giving his lips freedom to trail down my jaw and descend to the juncture between my neck and shoulder.
I gasp when I feel his teeth scrape against my flesh, a small warning before he bites down. Sharp pleasure sends my eyes to the back of my head, and a long moan slips free.
“Fuck,” he curses, licking at my neck with a feral groan. “That sexy voice of yours.”
My eyes flutter as I succumb to the pleasure his tongue and teeth are drawing out of me.
His hands drift lower until I feel a firm tug on my jeans. The button pops open a second later, followed by the low purr of my zipper coming undone.
“Is your pussy wet for me, Addie?” Arch asks on a low growl, nipping a tad viciously at my neck. It smarts, and I can’t help but wince from the pain. His tongue smooths across the bite mark, soothing the sting.
“Yes,” I whisper as pleasure begins to override the pain.
His hand slithers down the front of my jeans and thong, his fingers drifting lower until the tip of his middle finger dips inside me. A low, deep growl arises when he feels just how truthful I was being.
“Fuck, baby, that’s it. Let me hear you sing now.”
And then two fingers are plunging inside of me, curling to hit that spot. My vision blackens and a yelp of pleasure is my only response. It’s the only thing I’m capable of.
Instinctively, I roll my hips, grinding into his hand. He withdraws to the tips before driving them into me again. And again, until he’s fucking me with his fingers and all I can do is hold on, my nails biting into his suit jacket.
Long, husky moans are drawn from my throat, singing for him just the way he asked.
“You sing so pretty,” he whispers in my ear. A sharp nip follows his words.
The heel of his palm presses firmly into my clit. His skilled fingers lift me higher, the orgasm curling low in my stomach. But then he rubs just right, making my knees quake from the pleasure.
“Oh,” I moan, my breathing erratic and breathless.
“Do you sing pretty when you come, Addie?” he asks in a dark whisper.
I think I nod, but I can’t be sure because within seconds, my head is kicking back as my release builds to a fierce point.
“Let me hear it,” he coaxes. His fingers slide out, and when they plunge back in, a third finger joins. My eyes roll and I plummet over the edge.
I cry out, the sound breaking from the pitch as deep-seated pleasure consumes me from the inside out. Shamelessly, I grind against his hand, riding out the endless waves.
“Such a pretty bird,” he murmurs, satisfaction tightening his voice.
Breathless, but somehow even hungrier, I lift up on my toes and crush my mouth to his. He hums his approval, spearing my lips apart with his tongue. Then, his hand drifts up and breaks the kiss with a digit drifting across my bottom lip, spreading my arousal.
“You’ve left a mess on my hand, Addie. It’d be rude not to clean it up.”
I hold eye contact while my tongue darts out, the tip sliding across his finger. He smiles wickedly, prompting me to open my mouth wider.
Just as his finger goes to slide in, an icy feeling washes over me. It feels like the waves I was drifting in have turned angry and are ramming my body into the unforgiving rock.
My mouth stalls and my eyes dart over his shoulder. It’s dark in here, save for the moonlight and bright sky, but it feels like I’m in a room filled with stadium lights.
A movement straight ahead turns my heart upside down and sends it crashing to the pit of my stomach.
He’s out there.
I can’t see him, or even make out his silhouette. But I know he is. I can feel him.
Noticing the change, Arch pulls away, breathing heavily and looking at me like he can’t decide if he wants to ask if I’m okay or just keep going anyway.
“What’s wrong?” he asks, grabbing my biceps in an attempt to grab my attention.
“Nothing,” I rush out, bringing him closer. “Let’s go upstairs to my room instead.”
I’m no longer feeling cocky enough to fuck a man in front of a crazy person. The high from my release has completely dissipated my confidence.
But I’m too stubborn to stop. I want Arch. I just don’t want any voyeurs while I take him.
“You don’t want to get your pussy eaten under the stars?” he asks incredulously, looking at me as if I’ve grown a second head.
“I do, but I…” I trail off when another movement draws my attention away.
Arch steps forward, pressing against me and pulling my attention back to him. I have to crane my neck to see him properly and the sight is one I’ll never forget.
“I think you should strip off your clothes and show me that sexy little body of yours. Then I want you to lie down, spread your legs, and let me clean up the mess you made.”
An entirely embarrassing squeak slips out. A sound that immediately brings a smirk to his face and blood rushing to my cheeks, the creep momentarily forgotten.
Real smooth, dipshit.
I take a step back, heat slithering across my body as I drift my hands down my sides and hook both thumbs into my jeans.