I can’t even answer him. I’m sucked under a wave and all I can feel is him pushing, spreading inside me, taking over every thought and feeling. I’ve never felt so full, so thoroughly complete before.
Because my legs aren’t long enough to touch the floor and his thighs are so large to begin with, I can’t do much to pump myself up and down. Instead, I’m at Lachlan’s mercy, his hands holding onto my waist like I weigh nothing more than a feather. He lifts me up, just an inch, while thrusting upwards, deeper and deeper until I can’t control the sounds that are coming out of my mouth.
I’m so close to coming, and so fast, just on his cock alone, when a funny noise makes my eyes snap open.
I stare over Lachlan’s shoulder to see the pit bull on the couch, circling around and trying to get comfortable. The smaller dog is staring right at us.
“Uh,” I say, clearing my throat.
Lachlan’s breathing quickens with each pump inside me—he doesn’t seem to hear.
“The dogs,” I manage to say, pressing down on his shoulder.
He slows and looks at me, sweat on his creased brow, his eyes hooded and sex drunk. “What?”
“The dogs are staring at us,” I whisper.
He frowns then cranes his neck to look behind him. When he looks back at me, his expression is entirely quizzical. “So?”
“It’s kind of weird that they’re watching,” I tell him.
He smirks, the tip of his tongue poking out. “Really? I would have thought you were the exhibitionist type.”
“Hey, I am the exhibitionist type. I don’t mind people watching.”
His brow raises, a heated looking coming over him. “Is that so?”
“It is so,” I retort, mimicking his accent. “But it’s weird with dogs.”
“All right then,” he says. He lifts me up and off his cock and I’m immediately bereft without him inside me. I step off him and onto the floor as he gets up, towering over me, his pants falling to his ankles. “Get in the bedroom,” he commands, kicking his pants to the side.
I do what he says, walking naked and still in my high heels, across his living room.
“You’re too fucking much,” he murmurs, and when I glance coyly over my shoulder at him, he’s standing there, completely bare, in a wide-legged stance that shows off every muscle in his thighs, cock in his hands.
No, you’re too much, I think.
Once I’m in the bedroom, the small space tidy and smelling of him, I head for the bed, kicking off my shoes. But before I reach it, he’s flicking on the lights and grabbing my arm. “Hold up, love,” he says, leading me toward the floor-to-ceiling window that covers the entire wall.
He throws back the curtains and I step away from the glass instinctively. We’re not only about twenty stories high, but we have a clear view into the populated high rises across the street from us, and a peek of the lit Bay Bridge between them. We’re standing at the window, completely naked, with the lights on. Anyone can see us.
And then I realize what Lachlan is doing. Anyone can see us…
I turn around, giving him a shy smile. “Are you sure?”
He bends down and picks me up by the waist, pressing me back against the glass. I suck in my breath, shaking, immediately met with a wave of vertigo. I’m okay with heights, but it’s entirely different when a giant man is pressing you against a window pane from a very high place.
I feel like I can fall at any moment.
“I’m sure,” he says, pushing himself into me. I wrap my legs around him, extra tight. He feels like a lifeline. “I won’t see those neighbors ever again.”
Yeah, but I might, I think. Still, there’s something incredibly erotic about it all. I can’t see the people’s faces in the dark, but if they were to look up, I know what they’d see: my ass pressed against the glass, framed by a beast of a man.