Black Ties and White Lies(86)
I pump into her quick and hard at a pace I’ve learned drives her wild. The moans vibrating against my hand are a clear indicator that it feels just as good for her as it does for me. She surprises me by staying quiet, at least quiet enough for no one else to hear. It might be because my fingers push into her mouth, gagging her to keep her quiet as I keep the punishing pace between us.
While I relish in the thought of every last man in this office knowing she’s off limits, I should probably have a conversation with HR first. They probably wouldn’t love to find out about us by hearing us fucking in my office, especially if they were to know I left an important meeting to do so.
Her eyes stare down at the city below her. We’re so high up there’s no way anyone on the ground could see us, but that doesn’t mean someone in the building next to ours isn’t looking out their office window right now and seeing way more than they’d expected.
“Does it turn you on to think that someone could be staring at us right now through the window? That they’d see your tits bouncing as I bury myself in you? That they could see you greedily take every inch of me? That they’d think you were my dirty little slut?”
She mumbles something against my fingers, but it’s muffled and unintelligible. My fingers sneak deeper into her mouth, her lips closing around them the same way they did around my cock. Her tongue against them as I push deeper into her, making her feel me everywhere. Even with her mouth full, she moans loudly, her eyes fluttering open and shut with pleasure.
“You’re so full of me right now.” I thrust harder into her. There will be a time and a place where I can gently push in and out of her, taking my time with plucking an orgasm from her. That time is not now. This is hurried, raw and full of ravenous passion. “Do you enjoy sucking on my fingers the same way you do my cock? Knowing that you’re feeling me everywhere?”
She clenches around me, her back arching as a moan ricochets around my fingers. I cover her mouth once again, knowing I’m about to fall over the edge with her. A few more thrusts and I fall against her as cum spills from me.
We stay pressed together, her body against the window and my body against her for a few moments. Our chests heave in perfect unison. My hand slips from her mouth, falling to her hips as I lean in and kiss the back of her neck.
She sighs, letting her head fall to the back of my shoulder. She tilts her head to face me with a satisfied smile on her lips. “That was the most perfect view of New York.”
I laugh, slowly freeing my cock from her. There are still red spots on the base of it from her lipstick, now completely coated in both of our cum.
When I look between her thighs, I find my cum dripping down between them. I smile in satisfaction, leaning down to kiss the top of her nose before I find something to help get both of us cleaned up.
Returning with some tissues, I help her clean between her thighs and straighten her skirt back out. Before she can leave the window and retrieve her shirt, I pin her against the cold glass one more time.
My fingers skirt against the bare skin of her inner thigh. I run my nose over her chin, leaning in close until my lips press to her ear. My fingertips dig into her smooth skin with my next words. “When my brother finds you and tries to win you back, remember that it’s my cum that’s leaking out of you.”
“Maybe this isn’t the best idea,” I say in a rush, my words coming out jumbled.
Beck stops in the middle of the sidewalk. His hand tightens around mine as he pulls me through the crowd of people walking, stopping us in a secure nook between two shops. His eyebrows knit together in a frown. “Why are you saying this?”
I take a deep breath, wondering if the outfit I’d picked out was a good idea. I’d opted for a jumper I’d got from the shopping spree I’d had with Beck. It’s a plaid pattern with black and emerald green details. Underneath, I wear a sheer black bodysuit with a high neckline and have it paired it with a long camel colored trench coat to stay warm in the brisk night air. To cover my legs, I chose a pair of sheer black stockings and a pair of kitten heels. I adore everything about the outfit, so had Emma and Winnie when I’d spoken to them on FaceTime and asked if it was worthy for meeting the parents. It’s just now that I’m moments away from coming face to face to my ex’s parents only to tell them I’m now engaged to their other son, it seems weird. How the hell does one dress for that occasion?
“I’m just worried that the outfit screams Catholic school girl and not billionaire’s wife,” I explain, running my hands down the front.
Beck literally laughs out loud, apparently finding my inner turmoil hilarious.
“Beck,” I whine, adjusting the headband in my hair. “It’s not funny. I just want to look good when meeting the parents of my fiancé to announce to them that we’re engaged.”
His eyes soften as his face becomes serious again. He wraps his arms around me, pulling me against his warm body. Of course he never has the problem of looking too naive or silly in an outfit. Anything he puts on he looks like a model straight from a catalog. Tonight is no different in a suit that isn’t as formal as the ones he wears to work, but one he looks delicious in either way.
“If we’re being technical, this isn’t you meeting them for the first time. So you don’t have to worry about first impressions at all. Which even if you did, you’d kill it because you look absolutely breathtakingly beautiful tonight, Violet. Have I not told you that enough?”