Page 171 of Foreplay on Words

“Can I take this off?”

I took her nod as an answer and unclasped her necklace, gently placing it on the coffee table.

Chase started to reach down to unzip her heeled ankle boots, but I stilled her hand before she could. “Keep them on,” I instructed in a low but firm voice. They’d help even out our height difference, and her legs looked amazing. “Walk toward the door. There’s something we haven’t tried yet.”

Chase hesitated once we got to the balcony doors, and I kissed her shoulder softly.

“What if someone sees?” she whispered, her hand settling on the door handle.

“We’re pretty high up. Chances are no one can see us,” I tried to reassure her. “If you can keep quiet, no one will know what I’m doing to you.”

“Are you sure?”

“Positive,” I nodded as I stepped closer and whispered directly into her ear. “Look out there. It’s gorgeous tonight. Don’t you want to enjoy the scenery while I make you come on my cock?”

In one direction, we could see the Space Needle. In the other, Mount Rainier.

“Isn’t it going to be cold this high up?”

“Did I finally find something my fearless girl won’t try?” I teased, kissing along the exposed skin of her shoulder. Typically I was the one hesitant to try something, but it seemed the thought of a little exhibitionism had turned the tables.

“Is that a challenge?” she laughed.

“Maybe. Did it work?”

She reached up, slipped a hand behind my neck, and scratched the hair at the nape.

“Just give me a few minutes,” she requested quietly.

I nodded against her shoulder and started kissing her neck and shoulder softly. When my hand grazed a nipple through the soft lace of her bra, it was already hardened into a firm peak.

“Does the thought of someone seeing you being pleasured turn you on?” I whispered into her soft skin. It was obvious she was turned on, but I knew this was something we’d never tried that required trust. I was sure Emory and Talia would have indulged this particular kink if we’d asked for it, but the thought of someone we didn’t know seeing or hearing us was enticing.

“Maybe,” she panted as I pinched and plucked at her chest through the t-shirt and lace.

“You turn me on so much. I want to bunch up the back of this skirt and slip inside you,” I told her, my voice much lower than normal. “Thrust into you so hard that your grip on the railings turns your knuckles white.”

She let out a little whine and pushed her ass back into my groin.

“I want to whisper things into your ear until you can’t stand it anymore, and you come all over me, biting your lip to keep quiet.”

Her breaths were coming in shallow pants as she wiggled against me. I was rock hard, my cock pressed tightly against my briefs inside the tight leather of my pants.

“But we both know you won’t be quiet. And someone down on that sidewalk will watch how beautifully you come all over me. They’ll go home and think of you while they touch themselves. But we both know your pretty moans will be only for me.”

“Let’s go,” Chase said in a breathy voice, pushing the handle to the balcony door and swinging it open.

The sounds of the city traffic and laughter from the hotel restaurant many floors down filtered through the air.

It was slightly windy but not as cold as I thought it’d feel. Chase shivered as we walked forward to the railing of the balcony, and I helped her gently place her hands on the black metal bar.

“You alright?” I asked as I ran a hand between her thighs and palmed her underneath the leather of her skirt. “If you don’t want this, we can go back inside. It’s entirely up to you. I just want you coming on my cock tonight.”

“I want you,” she moaned as I slipped a finger under the lace and found her drenched for me. Apparently, exhibitionism was exciting for her. I had to admit it had me throbbing in my pants. “Pull them down,” she whispered, and I hooked the bottom of her panties with my finger, slowly drawing them down her legs.

Her hands remained locked around the black iron bar of the balcony railing as I pulled her sopping panties down her thighs. Not wanting to waste any time, I quickly unbuckled my belt. It took a few tugs to get my pants pulled down to my thighs, but I gave up working them lower as she leaned back into me.

My hard cock sprung free as I lowered my boxer briefs, the head already weeping at the thought of what lay under Chase’s skirt. She startled as I pressed against her, slowly running one of my hands across her abdomen.

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