Page 56 of High Seduction
Erin held Tim’s fingers tight enough to make them go numb as he led her around the corner and onto the deck he’d discovered earlier while she’d showered.
“Observation deck in the dead of winter?” Erin asked. “It’s going to be cold,” she warned.
“Not this one.” Tim closed the door behind them and flipped on all the feature lights, showcasing an enormous landscaped path system below the house. He left on only one of the dim overhead lights in their area, moving her to the side so they stood half in the shadows, but still visible.
If someone knew where to look.
“Ahh, a closed-in sunroom. Very pretty. It’s...oh.” Erin clutched the window frame. “That damn vibrator. I hope you’re having fun.”
“Not as much fun as I will be in a moment.” Tim stepped behind her and fisted the fabric of her skirt, shoving it over her hips as he pushed between her shoulders and positioned her to his liking. “Keep your hands on the sill.”
Erin glanced back, her gaze darting down to his hands as he tore open his fly and pulled his cock free. “Seriously?”
“Very.” Tim slipped his fingers along her sex. “Jeez, you’re wet. Now I don’t know if I want to fuck you or lick you clean.”
Erin squeezed her lips together as if not wanting to influence his decision, but with her bare ass presented to him, there really was no better choice. He lined up his cock and thrust.
She cried out, but pressed back to meet him as he withdrew and thrust again. “Oh myGod, do you feel that?” she asked.
He’d turned the vibrator to high and while it added some sensation for him, it was obviously much more for her. “Hitting your G-spot, is it? I just feel your tight, wet cunt squeezing me.” He reached one arm around her waist and the other under her thigh, and pulled her upright, fucking into her body with short, hard strokes. Erin reached up and hooked an arm around his neck, her breath escaping in passionate moans and little pants.
It wasn’t just the vibrator that had gotten her so wet, and Tim knew it. “Did you like it when Matt licked your fingers? So dirty, right out there in front of me. Another man touching you—that get you hot?”
“Yes.” Erin confessed. She protested as he slowed his strokes, switching to long, full plunges as deep as he could go. “But only because you were there,” she added.
Her honesty floored him, and cheered him on. “You get off on being touched when I can see. Trying to drive me mad, kitten?”
“You enjoyed it, too,” she whispered. “You like seeing me turned on, no matter who gets me going.”
“Guilty. It’s pleasure, and I want it for you.” Tim twisted them slightly, pausing with his cock just clinging to her passage. “Desire comes in all sorts of packages. Who are we to say what is right and what is wrong? Would you deny yourself pleasure because someone else says it’s not proper?”
“My life. My body,” Erin stated clearly, and Tim wanted to roar in approval.
Instead he twisted her face toward him until he could take her lips with a hot and heavy kiss. Possessive, and being possessed all at one time. He shoved a hand under her top and ripped up her bra so he could grasp one firm breast. She squirmed, fighting to get his cock deeper inside.
When they broke apart for much-needed air, Tim smiled and spoke softly. “When I bend you over again, look at the windows on the right. You can see our reflection. Watch me fucking you, loving everything about you.”
Erin’s pupils grew wider. “Windows?”
“Yes.” He flipped her back into position and leaned her over, pulling back on her hair slightly to make sure she was looking in the right direction. “The windows of the living area where we were sitting a few minutes ago.”
He powered into her body, her passage tighter than ever as she noticed what he’d seen the entire time. Their reflection was there, that was true, but if you lookedthroughthe window you could clearly see into the room. A dim light in the distance revealed Matt, legs stretched out on the couch as he sipped his refilled brandy. His gaze fixed on their location on the equally dimly lit deck.
“Oh, fuck. That’s Matt. He’s...” Erin shuddered, then rocked her hips back, driving Tim’s cock deeper.
“Yes, he’s watching”—Tim thrust again—“wishing this were his cock”—another thrust—“feeling your passion”—another—“fucking you hard.”
Erin moaned, her knuckles gone white on the ledge she clung to.“Yes.”
“But you’re mine,” Tim warned. “Even if others watch. Even if they touch, it’s because they’re a part of me. Because I give you to them for that time only. But you’remine, not theirs.”
She was shaking now, the vibrator pulsing against her clit. Tim clutched her hips and fucked her relentlessly, deep and hard until she screamed, her body jerking so violently he nearly slipped out.
He instantly turned off the control, slamming in for the final few strokes it took to trigger his release after holding back for so long. He fucked her through her orgasm, through his, prolonging the waves of pleasure rippling through her. Dragging more from himself than he’d thought possible.
Sheer decadent pleasure driving them both beyond the limits.
Good thing his tastes ran to being watched as well, and Matt certainly had never complained before.
