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"Stunning, right?" Eric stood behind me, moving my hair away from my neck. "The two-way mirror was here when we bought the place."

He nuzzled just below my ear, sending warm chills down my back. He moved to my ear, sucking the lobe between his lips and biting down gently with his teeth. I let out a moan and put my hands against the mirror. The tumbler I held made a clinking sound as it connected with the glass.

Eric's mouth didn't leave my body as he took the drink from my hand and set it on a table. His other hand snaked around my waist, cupping one of my tits over my tank top.

"Would you still like to know what I can do with my tongue, Sinclair?"

He said barely above a whisper. He pulled his body flush with mine, so his hard dick pushed against the small of my back. My heart raced thinking about the size of the package in his pants waiting to be released.

I nodded my head, watching the people below, eating, drinking, and talking with their friends and loved ones. Oblivious to what happened above them. The whole concept turned me on more than I thought possible.

"Say it, Sinclair." Eric turned me to face him, my back against the glass.

My eyes settled on the huge bulge at his groin. I bit my lip, letting out a moan. I had a rule that I never went down on a guy. Since most of my partners were one-night stands, I wasn't about to suck off some random dick. No matter how clean he claimed to be.

I just needed to touch it, be filled by it. I reached out for the waistband of his jeans and began to unbutton them. "Is this confirmation enough for you?"

Without another word, he kissed me hard. His hands moved to pull my shirt up over my head. I opted out of the bra tonight, so once he removed my top, the girls were free. He sucked one erect nipple into his mouth and used a combination of his tongue and his teeth to tease the little bud.

I finally got his jeans loose and had my hand gripped around his erection. My heart raced as I stroked his cock with careful, slow movements, making him moan against the tit he sucked on.

He lifted his head and wrapped his arms around my waist, lifting me up. I hooked my legs behind him and kissed him as he carried me over to the chaise and positioned me perfectly to view the patrons downstairs.

After setting me down, he started to slide my shorts down my hips, dropping my flip-flops onto the floor. Naked and exposed for all to witness.

Even though none of the people saw me, my clit throbbed, imagining them looking up as Eric worshiped at the apex of my womanhood.

Wet lips left a trail of kisses down my belly, licking and biting the flesh along the way. When he got to my pussy, the tip of his tongue traced a line between the lips. He nibbled at my bare flesh, sucking the lip into his mouth.

He kept at it down there with his teeth and his tongue and his fingers until I begged him to fuck me hard. Both of us, breathless from the mounting pleasure, Eric reached for a condom from a wooden box hidden under us. He obviously did this often with women. Which was fine with me; he wouldn't expect much more than a thank you and goodnight afterward.

We switched places. The new position gave me a better view of the restaurant below. I was on top, in control. I loved being in control, and very few one-nighters made it possible.

His jeans were down at his ankles, and at some point, he lost the black cotton tee he had been wearing downstairs. I lowered myself onto the cock in his waiting hands, my knees firmly positioned on either side of his hips. Fuck me, his cock was huge, it hurt going in, and I fucking loved it.

I rocked slowly at first, getting used to being stretched and full. My clit nestled in the soft patch of neatly trimmed hair splattered across his pelvis. I found my motion, making sure that as I swayed, my little bundle of nerves got the friction they needed to get me off. Eric's hands covered my tits, gripped them, and massaged them as I moved us both closer to orgasm.

A couple sat down at the bar, close enough to the two-way mirror that I could make out the brown of her eyes as she looked at her own reflection. Watching her urged me to rock harder against his body. Grinding my clit against him, I was almost there, my orgasm building.

I didn't take my eyes off the woman as she talked to her companion. I fucked while she flirted. I was close to orgasm when I braced myself against the chair, over Eric's head, riding his cock hard and fast. I was above his mouth, and he drew one nipple between his teeth and rolled the other between his thumb and forefinger.

"Sinclair, I'm going to cum, baby. I need you to cum." The breast between his lips muffled his words.

As if the woman downstairs knew I needed her to finish, she looked up into the mirror; we locked eyes, and my breath hitched. I held her gaze like a magnet as I continued to rock and pump Eric with my pussy.

She started to put lipstick on. Her pouty, plump lips were in an O shape as she refreshed her makeup. I imagined her sucking Eric off while I watched, and it pushed me over the edge right as he gripped my hips and his cock pulsing with his orgasm as I rode the waves of mine.

three

Sinclair

Ineverdrankthehard stuff. Sure, I liked to drink a little wine on occasion, but rarely anything harder. And who came up with this pickle-brained idea to go to the zoo after a night of booze and sex?

Me, that’s who. My head pounded, and the sun was a million levels too bright. Taking Aine to the zoo had been planned earlier in the year. She would not miss the trip because I partied too hard the night before.

Behind my dark sunglasses, I glared at the evil mastermind behind my misery this morning. I can't believe she tried to back out. She promised she would go with us, and after last night, she owed me. Hell, she owed me big time now. Fucking tequila, I shook my head.

"Fuck you too, Sin. Don't give me a death glare. You enjoyed last night." She smirked and used her middle finger to push her own sunglasses further up the bridge of her nose and flipped me off.

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