Page 13 of Scarlet Secrets

I pant, unable to form words, and I claw at the window, only vaguely registering that’s where I am.

“Don’t come unless I say. If you do, I’ll turn the privacy off the window and I’ll fuck your ass against it so all of Manhattan can see.”

And then he starts to move his fingers, sliding a third one in. He thrusts, curling his fingers as he rubs my G-spot and sucks my clit. Every single thing in me is focused on that, on the wild waves that undulate out, held back by at first him and how he changes his tactic, and then when he hits something steady, I have to.

And it’s impossible. I’m trembling, sweating. My entire life is his fingers and tongue and teeth. It’s the pleasure that builds, fighting against the agony of denial that brings its own sweet knife edge.

I need to come. I need it. The more I try not to think about what he’s doing, that sweetness right there, the more I do. Soon it’s consuming me whole.

When he adds his thumb to my ass, I scream, something I don’t do. But I scream because it’s weird. It’s so unbelievably good. I’m so full and not full enough and how the fuck are his fingers magic?

“I-I-I can’t?—”

I manage those words. And he starts in earnest, a rhythm that beats through me, setting everything into an inevitable crash and burn. And I’m lost, so lost, and I am the impending orgasm. I’m being transformed, and I need to be.

“I can’t… please… please… please let me come.”

“Come.” He bites down softly on my clit and it’s like an electrocution. I’m tossed up and into that storm and over the edge. I convulse and scream and cry, my pussy throbbing hard, clenching down on him, over and over.

Before I can do a thing, he pulls his fingers out.

And then slams them back in. I shriek. I’m too sensitive. I try to twist away, but that one hand holds me firm. The man’s strong. He puts his mouth back on me, going in harder, building me up. I can’t take it. It’s just too much.

“No, please,” I say, grabbing at him. But he doesn’t stop and suddenly, as he keeps going, something else starts inside, a deeper beat of orgasmic bliss beyond my clit and pussy. This comes from… I don’t even know where, but I stop fighting him as it builds and start tugging him to me.

I’m out of my mind. Wave after wave of reality-shifting pleasure hits and I’m not there yet. But he keeps pushing and I undulate against him, my fingers digging into his thick, soft hair, jerking him against me, and then I come apart. It’s like a supernova, a universe being born. It’s mind-bending. And my entire body is pleasure. Every single part of me.

Someone’s screaming, crying, pleading, and as the bliss starts to ebb down into the levels of normality, I realize with horror that it’s me.

He lets me go as he pulls free, wiping his mouth on the sleeve of his suit. Catching me before I fall, he wraps around me, taking my mouth for a kiss that gives the orgasms a run for their money.

“Oh. My. God.” The words escape, and I try to uncurl my toes on the smooth, wide floorboards.

“Now, that’s what I call a pussy,” he says. “Fucking delicious. So wet. And you’re the poster girl for responsive,Lyubimaya.”

“I’m not sure I can walk.”

“Then get on your knees.” The wickedness in his voice lights another fire in me.

I want to blow him.

I want to do something I stopped liking when I couldn’t do it good enough to please Toby.

A part of me balks. I don’t want his name in my head tonight.

As I start to go down, he grabs my arm, stopping me. “Believe me,Lyubimaya, I want my cock in your mouth more than anything, but something tells me you need some attention.”

I look away, take a breath. Fuck it. I’m naked and I’ve just been eaten out at a window by a man dressed in a bespoke suit. By one of the hottest men I’ve ever set my eyes on.

“Well, then,” I say, curling his tie around my fingers, “maybe we need to take this to the next level. Literally. After all, didn’t you promise to fuck me so hard I’d be seeing stars?”

“After you finish walking funny.”

Inside, I’m shaking, but I’m Erin, the former B&E expert tub-dwelling escort. I can do this thing.

With that in my head, I walk, leading him by the tie, up the stairs and into the massive bedroom.

Then I let go of his tie and push him on the bed and climb on top.

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