We break apart, and he’s as short of breath as I am, which is gratifying to me. I like seeing that I have as strong an effect on him as he does on me. It’s fucking hot.
“We should go inside. I don’t think it’d be too comfortable fucking out here.”
“Who says we’re fucking?”
He just laughs as he opens the door, because we both know damn well what’s going to happen once we get inside.
Closing the door behind him, he swings me into his arms and starts kissing me, pushing me back against the door behind me. Then he scoops me up and, mouth still seeking mine, carries me across the living room, up the stairs toward his bedroom.
I expect him to drop me onto the bed, but he goes right past it, heading instead to the floor-to-ceiling curtains on the far wall. Somehow he tosses the curtain back without letting me go and even manages to open the sliding glass door behind them. I grab onto his neck even though I don’t feel like he’s going to drop me. That easy strength, the way he supports me with one arm and part of my weight on one biceps, is such a turn-on. I’m melting already, and he’s done little more than kiss me.
Chilly air snakes past the curtains, as well as the sound of voices. I freeze in his arms, peering ahead to see where we’re going. He steps through the open door onto a wide balcony. The voices are rising from below it.
“What are you doing?” I ask in a whisper, my voice as quiet as I can make it but also hissing at him in disbelief.
Surely he doesn’t want to have sex out here, right on his balcony?
His grin is wicked. Whatever ideas are in his head right now, he’s getting off on them big time.
“Just imagine.” His voice is low, almost inaudible. “Paparazzi wants a picture—something juicy. Something incriminating. They get nothing, and all the time we’re fucking each other’s brains out like twenty feet above them.”
“No.” I push away from him. “No, Austin. What if they hear us?”
“You’ll have to be super quiet.” He leans forward and nips my earlobe, whispering into my ear, “I know it’ll be hard, because I make you scream like a goddamn banshee, but I bet you can do it. I believe in you.”
My whole body has gone hot just thinking about it. I can’t tell if it’s fear or arousal, though.
As if seeing the doubt on my face, he leans forward to kiss me again, stroking his tongue into my mouth. One hand moves down to cup my breast, his thumb pressing into my nipple and then rolling it. He’d never be able to convince me to do this with words, but this… He keeps touching me like this and I’ll do anything he damn well wants.
He seems to know this, his hands working me like I’m a musical instrument. By now, he knows just how to play me. He unbuttons my blouse, sliding a hand under the cup of my bra until my nipple brushes the middle of his palm. His mouth shifts from mine, moving to nip down my jaw line all the way to my chin, then across my throat. He cups my ass with one hand and lifts me. I wrap my legs around his waist, afraid of falling. We’re a few feet from the edge of the balcony, but still, if I were to take a header over the rail and into the pack of paparazzi below, I’m pretty sure they would notice.
Austin doesn’t seem to care one way or the other. He’s got both hands on my ass, holding me against him with that same casual strength he used to open the doors. He’s moving toward the wall now, though, and I wonder if my extra weight is tweaking his knee. I can’t keep that thought in my head for more than a couple of seconds before he sets my back against the wall. We’re very close to the edge of the balcony now, but there’s a potted plant between me and that drop into bushes and people. I can make out some of what they’re saying now. They seem to be unhappy that Austin eluded them. A couple suggest that they should leave, go find someone else to ambush, but those voices are outvoted.
I tune them back out. Realizing there are people so close, that if they just looked up and paid some damn attention, they’d probably realize there was something going on right above their heads, has me in a place between intense anxiety and almost unbearable arousal.
“I’m going to fuck you right in front of all these people,” Austin says suddenly in a deep voice that hits my pussy. He moves a hand to cup me between the legs. “You are insanely hot.”
Wet, too. I can feel it soaking through my panties. I tilt my hips, rubbing myself on Austin’s hand. It’s so intense, the sensation running up and down my spine, the contact so raw it’s almost painful.
“Want you.” My voice comes out louder than I intended, and he laughs at me voicelessly.
“You want them to hear us,” he accuses in a whisper.
“No…” I really don’t, but at the same time I almost do. It’s exciting, thinking that the slightest loss of control could have fifteen cameras pointed up at us. They might not be able to see us from this angle, at least not well enough to get a good picture, but they’d know we were here. Know exactly what we’re doing.
He kisses my neck and then lays his teeth against my skin, biting gently. It’s all I can do to keep from crying out.
“I want…” I start, and then swallow to keep my voice under control. “I want you. Right now.”
“Then take off your clothes.”
The rough command acts like a current through my body. He sets me down, and I hook my thumbs under the clingy fabric. Heart beating fast, I pull them down, panties dragging down my legs. The wind stings my wet pussy as they fall to the floor.
Austin says nothing—he seems to be incapable of speaking. I watch his cock grow in his slacks as I lift the purple gym top, stripping off my sports bra. The cool night air crawls over my skin, but I don’t feel it. It’s as though there’s a hot glow emanating from Austin’s body.
I touch the rich bump between his legs, feeling him stiffen. Then I reach for the zipper and the fly, opening it just enough to get his cock out and into my hand.
“You see how fucking hard I am for you?”
I wrap my fingers around him, marveling at how thick he is, and then I meet Austin’s potent gaze. Then I take a step forward, sliding his cock between my wet folds.
He damn near growls. “I need your tight little pussy.”
I jump back up into his arms, wrap my legs around his waist, and he moves inside me so fast it’s almost like I’ve jumped directly onto his cock.
He lets out a low, almost groaning breath as he slides inside. My walls clench around him eagerly as I dig my nails into his back.
Below us, the voices suddenly stop, and I freeze.
“Someone heard us!”
It must have just been one of those natural lulls in conversation, because a few seconds later someone speaks again, and it’s ordinary, mundane.
“I don’t give a shit if they hear us.”
He thrusts hard into me, and I breathe a gasp of relief into Austin’s shoulder. My back slams hard into the wall as his cock digs into me. A small yell rips from my throat.
Austin thrusts again, then again, until he’s fucking me against the wall, hard and fast, intense. I lean toward him and wrap my arms tighter around him, letting him hold me firmly in place as his hips slam into me. Austin buries himself so fucking deep I can feel the outline of his cock swelling inside me. It knocks the breath out of me, and just when I manage to take a breath, his lips seal against mine. We gasp for air in between thrusts, coming back to crush our lips together. His mouth separates from me, and then it’s on my tits. Wetness stings my nipple as he moves his tongue in a circle, flicking my erect nipple as I drag my nails down his back.
Don’t scream. No matter how fucking good it feels.
A moan shakes from my lips as he sucks me, his cock pistoning inside at the same time. He looks up, grinning. The bastard is trying to get me to make noise.
“What are you doing?”
Oh God, his mouth. He sucks me into his wet warmth and bites down, his thick cock throbbing inside me.
“Sucking your beautiful tits.”
“Austin, oh my god. You’re going to make me scream.”
“Good.”
No. Not good. I slide my legs off him and push his chest. He stumbles back, the grin still stretched across his face. Then I sink to my knees and grab his rock-hard cock.
“Fuck!” Austin lets out a loud hiss as I wrap my lips around him. With him gliding in my mouth, I watch his eyes roll into his head. His breathing deepens, and when he opens his eyes again, his gaze is as hard as the cock between my lips.
“Babe, you’re fucking perfect. Fuck me.”
I pop him out of my mouth. “I am fucking you.”
He grins, but it’s a primal sort of smile. Then his fingers grind into my head, his hips pushing as I take him down my throat. I’m sucking his cock, nearly gagging myself in an attempt to get a reaction from him. His arm flings out, catching the railing as though for support.
“I can’t.”
He pulls out from my lips and reaches down with an inhuman growl. My arms are seized as he lifts me up. Then the world spins, and suddenly I’m bent over at the waist, grabbing the railing.
“Spread your legs.” He utters the command with a slap against my ass that cracks loudly across the lawn.
Then he sinks into me. My arms buckle as he fucks me hard enough to throw me over the edge if it weren’t for his hands yanking me back. He fucks me until I’m biting my tongue with the effort of keeping silent. My legs tremble and my pussy feels like it’s on fire.