With my palm to the two-way mirror, I pushed back, my head pillowed on his shoulder. He wrapped my throat with his hand, gripped my hip, and thrust so hard into me that my feet left the floor. He held me there, suspended in his arms, filled with his cock, his groan cascading over my senses.
On the other side of the glass, the club raged on. I abandoned myself to the wickedly intense pleasure of seemingly exhibitionist sex, an illicit fantasy that always drove us wild.
I writhed, unable to bear the decadent pressure. My hand between my legs reached lower, cradled his sac. He was tight and full, so ready. And inside me … “Oh God. You’re so hard.”
“I was made to f**k you,” he whispered, sending shivers of delight through me.
“Do it.” I set both hands on the glass, beyond needy. “Do it now.”
Gideon lowered me to my feet, his hands steadying me as I bent at the waist, opening myself to him so he could slide deep. A low, keening cry escaped as he seized my h*ps and angled me, knowing just how to position me to make me fit him. He was too big for me, too long and thick. The stretching was intense. Delicious.
My core trembled, clenching desperately around him. He made a rough sound of pleasure, pulling out just a little before sliding back slowly. Again, then again. The wide crest of his c*ck massaging the bundle of nerves deep inside me that only he’d ever reached.
Fingers clawing restlessly, leaving steamy trails on the glass, I moaned. I was achingly aware of the distant throb of the music and the mass of people I saw as clearly as if they were in the room with us.
“That’s it, angel,” he said urgently. “Let me hear how much you like it.”
“Gideon.” My legs shook violently on a particularly skillful stroke, my weight supported only by the glass and his secure hold.
I was unbearably excited, greedy, feeling both the submission of my pose and the dominance of being serviced. I could do nothing but take what Gideon gave me, the rhythmic slide and retreat, the sounds of his hunger. The scrape of his jeans against my thighs told me he’d pushed them down only far enough to free his cock, a sign of impatience that thrilled me.
One of his hands left my hip, then returned to rest atop my ass. I felt the pad of his thumb, wet from his mouth, rubbing over the tight pucker of my rear.
“No,” I begged, afraid I’d lose my mind. But it wasn’t my safeword—Crossfire—and I flowered open for him, giving way under the questing pressure.
He growled as he claimed that dark place. He came over me, his other hand moving to finger my sex, to spread me and rub my pulsing clit. “Mine,” he said gruffly. “You’re mine.”
It was too much. I came with a scream, shaking violently, my hands squeaking on the glass as my sweaty palms slipped. He began pounding the ecstasy into me, his thumb in my rear an irresistible torment, his clever fingers on my cl*t driving me insane. One orgasm rolled into another, my sex rippling along his plunging cock.
He made a rough sound of desire and swelled inside me, chasing his cl**ax. I gasped, “Don’t come! Not yet.”
Gideon’s tempo slowed, his breathing harsh in the darkness. “How do you want me?”
“I want to watch you.” I moaned as my core tightened again. “Want to see your face.”
He withdrew and pulled me upright. Turned and lifted me. Pressed me to the glass and thrust hard into me. In that moment of possession, he gave me what I needed. The glazed look of helpless pleasure, the instant of vulnerability before the lust seized his control.
“You want to watch me lose it,” he said hoarsely.
“Yes.” I pulled the straps from my shoulders and exposed my br**sts, lifting and squeezing them, toying with my ni**les. The glass was vibrating with the beat against my back; Gideon was vibrating against my front, his body barely reined.
I pressed my lips to his, absorbing his panting breaths. “Let go,” I whispered.
Holding me effortlessly, he withdrew, dragging the thick, heavy crown across the hypersensitive tissues inside me. Then he powered into me, taking me to my limits.
“Ah, God.” I writhed in his grip. “You’re so deep.”
“Eva.”
He f**ked me hard, thrusting like a man possessed. I held on, trembling, spread wide for the relentless drives of his rigid penis. He was lost to instinct, the insistent desire to mate. Raw moans spilled from him, making me so hot and slick that my body offered no resistance, welcoming his desperate need.
It was rough and messy and sexy as hell. His neck arched and he gasped my name.
“Come for me,” I demanded, tightening around him, squeezing.
His whole body jerked hard, then shuddered. His mouth twisted in a grimace of agonized bliss, his eyes losing their focus as the cl**ax built.
Gideon came with an animal roar, spurting so hard I felt it. Over and over, heating me from the inside with thick washes of semen.