Page 23 of On a Fault Line

As much as we’ve already done the deed, there’s something so forbidden about humping against one another in the open air to get off, and that is exactly what I plan for Penny to do.

My hands control her hips, grinding her panty-covered pussy all over the fabric on my shorts.

Penny throws her head back, and her hair goes flying in the gentle breeze. She’s close.

“Oh, fuck,” she says, her voice deep and lust filled. “I’m…”

“Yes, Princess, come all over my thigh like a slut in heat. Grind that pussy all over me. Good girl. You’re doing great.”

And it’s those dirty words of praise that send her over the edge, plummeting into that dark space of ecstasy.

“Ahhh!”

Her thighs clench and her breathing stays ragged, as she bends forward looking for stability.

“I got you. You did great, Princess.”

Once she rests her head enough against my shoulder, she comes up for air. “I think you are secretly an exhibitionist.”

“Maybe so,” I tease, “but you are my inspiration.”

I lift Penny to take a look at the beautiful damp spot she left on my khaki shorts. “If only I could save it as a souvenir.”

“If only I could hump something more than just your thigh. I feel cheated.”

Smoothing out her dress, I pick her up with a squeeze to her ass cheeks and carry her into the elevator. I press the button for my floor with my sandal, not wanting to remove my hands from her highly-charged body.

“Someone’s going to see,” she finally says when we arrive on our floor.

“Eight tenants are at work, each with a commute averaging about twenty minutes away. Two tenants go to Canada for the summer months to fish at their lake cabins. Five tenants are on vacation this week. And the remaining ones are vacant.”

Penny gives me a look, her brows knitting together. “You know everyone’s schedule who lives on this floor?”

“Yes. Well, unless they decide to be impulsive or tend to an emergency.”

She playfully smacks my shoulder. “That’s creepy.”

“It’s beneficial.”

Shaking her head at me, she looks down the quiet hallway. “To whom?”

“To you and your modesty.”

“Psst. I’m not even showing much skin.”

“You don’t need to be naked to let everyone know your intentions. I can smell your arousal all over you.”

Penny takes a long inhale through her nose. Her cheeks turn red at confirmation that I’m correct. She can tell too.

We are almost in my apartment when a timid voice sounds behind us.

“I have a delivery for this residence,” a girl says, making me go rigid.

I place Penny on her feet and turn my attention to the delivery girl.

Penny tries to look over my shoulder, but I shield the view of her the best I can with my body.

She transfers a huge box into my hands and glances at us with a knowing smile.

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