Page 21 of The Forever Experiment

“It’s okay. You can touch it. I like it.”

She lifts her eyes. “You didn’t have this before, did you?”

“No.” I shake my head. “I got drunk and lost a bet a few years ago.”

She huffs a laugh. “And…for women?”

“I’ve never had a complaint.”

She hums, lifting my cock and pressing it against my abdomen before running her tongue up the back side from base to piercing, swirling her tongue around the hoop.

“Fuck, Maya,” I rasp, feeling her hum against my cock at the sound. My head snaps down to find her smiling. I grip my length, outlining her lips with my pre-cum. “You look so fucking pretty like this.” Her lashes flutter at the words. “Now, open that mouth. Let’s see how far you can take me.”

Her wet lips pop open, and I slide my cock between them until I hit resistance at the back of her throat. She gags, adjusting herself before taking me a few inches deeper, her entire mouth tightening around me. She begins to move her head, and pleasure zips down my body, gathering at the base of my spine.

My head spins, eyes rolling back, knees buckling as she hollows her cheeks, sucking deep and swirling her tongue around my cock—somehow all at the same time. Maya has always been ambitious, aiming to be the best at everything she does. I should’ve known she’d be no different when it came to sucking cock. A fucking go-getter, my wife is. Bet she has a praise kink too.

I’m the luckiest goddamn man alive.

Putting my theory to the test, I choke out, “Maya, baby, you’re so fucking good at that. Look at you, taking my cock so deep in your throat.” She moans, adding a hand to my base and moving faster. I feel like my entire body is lifting off the fucking ground. “Oh, just like that, baby. Let me see those beautiful brown eyes.”

She doesn’t slow her rhythm, lifting her gaze to lock on mine. It burns through me, and more than anything in this moment, it’s the eye contact that sends me spiraling. I fall forward, pressing my palms against the glass to hold myself up.

I’m crowding over her, and she looks so small below me—on her knees, my cock down her throat, soft skin casted in a blue glow, braids swaying down her back. She’s still looking at me, and it feels like I’m falling through her eyes, right into the depths of ecstasy.

“I’m going to come. You’re too good at this.” She hums, eyes fluttering at the praise, and I know I was right about that kink of hers. “I need to get inside you.”

She pulls me out of her mouth, nodding fiercely. I grasp both of her hands, helping her stand before pressing her against the window and caging her in between my arms.

“Do you know what’s been torturing me for ten years, Maya, baby?” I whisper against the shell of her ear before dragging my lips down her jaw.

“No,” she breathes. “But what’s torturing me right now is that you’re still wearing a shirt.”

I laugh against her neck before pulling back and lifting my tee over my head as I step out of my jeans and toss both beside us. I nod toward her chest. “Now, it’s your turn. I’ve been dreaming about those tits for years, kicking myself for not making sure I saw them that night.” I reach out and flick the strap of her bra down her arm. “What they look like.” I repeat the motion on her other side. “How they feel hardening beneath my hand.” I grab the cups, pulling them down to bare her chest. “How they taste.”

Maya moans, tossing her head against the glass. It causes her back to arch, pressing her breasts together like they’re a fucking offering. Full and teardrop shaped, they’re begging for me to hold them, touch them, taste them. Her deep brown nipples are hard for me, moving with the heaving of her chest. She reaches behind her, unclasping her bra and letting it fall to her feet.

I dip my head, dragging my lips across her flesh, savoring as I move over her breast. I slip one of her nipples into my mouth, teasing it with my teeth and tongue. Her hand twists itself in my hair, tugging at its strands with her long, red nails. I suck hard before pulling away and moving to her other nipple, and Maya writhes beneath me.

“Easton, you need to fuck me now.”

I groan at her insistence, the confirmation that she’s as needy for me as I am for her. Quicker than she can comprehend, I pull back, grabbing her arm and spinning her so she’s facing the window. I press my body into hers, watching the reflection as her tits spread across the glass.

I’m looking at Maya’s face in the window as her eyes go wide—not with lust or passion, but with shock. Her palms land on theglass, a gasp leaving her throat as she whispers, “Easton, people are watching us.”

My eyes snap up, and for the first time, I realize a group of four men stand in a room across from ours, peering out of its window with mirrored features of shock, if not a little hunger, on their faces. The hotel we’re staying in is composed of two towers that join at their corners, forming an L shape. Rooms closest to the center sit kitty-corner to each other, with a partial view of the Strip and the other tower. Suites like Maya's have only about twenty yards of separation from matching suites on the other side, offering a perfect, clear view through one another’s windows.

Maya wiggles against me, but I hold her steady. “They seem to like watching you.” Keeping my eyes on the other window and the four men, I lean into Maya’s ear. “Do you like it too? Do you think they might want a show?”

“Easton.” She sighs, body stilling. “I… We can’t.”

“It’s not about can or can’t, Maya baby. It’s about what youwant.”

“I…”

Four pairs of eyes study my wife where her body presses against the glass window thirty-two stories in the air, the lights of the city illuminating her flawless skin, naked save for the sinful scrap of white lace over her pussy and those bright pink heels that beg me to fuck her. One of them tilts his head while another adjusts himself. They look to the tallest of them, a man standing on the end of the group. I assume it may be a bachelor party, and he’s the groom.

He bites his lip, but when he turns his head, his eyes lock on mine, not his friends’. Offering a shallow nod, he confirms they do, in fact, want to see me fuck my wife against this window, and God help me, the thought of doing so makes me deliriously hard.

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