Surprise Delivery(86)

I let out a breath, the relief washing through me as I smile at him. “Well okay then, where were we?”

He gives me a lopsided grin. “You were about to get down on your knees.”

“Mmmm,” I say. “I like the sound of that.”

I sink to my knees and watch as Duncan unbuckles his belt and unbuttons his pants for me. I reach up and slide the zipper down, then push his pants and boxers all the way down until they pool at his feet. He steps out of the pants and kicks them behind him, leaving me staring at his long, thick cock.

Looking up at him, I maintain eye contact as I grip his stiff dick in my hand, then run my tongue from the base all the way up to the head, then back down again. Duncan moans softly as I circle the head of his cock with my tongue, teasing the soft underside of it. I flick my tongue across the head of his dick, tasting the pre-come pooling at the tip.

His eyes riveted to me, I open my mouth and swallow his hard cock, drawing a sharp gasp from him. I start moving my head up and down on his shaft, relishing the way his body twitches beneath my touch. I grab hold of him and start to work his cock, my mouth and hand moving in unison. The entire time, Duncan is watching me, that look of absolute desire in his eyes urging me onward.

I tighten both my lips and my hand around his dick, sucking and stroking for all I’m worth. Duncan is moaning, calling my name softly and as I feel his entire body tensing up, I smile a little, knowing he’s about to lose control. It’s something I’ve wanted to do since we first started having sex regularly, but something Duncan has never let me do, always insisting on tending to my pleasure.

He grabs my hair, pulling it tight, and starts to thrust his hips, driving his cock into my mouth. I look up at him, feeling myself grow even wetter as he fucks my mouth, so I reach down and start to finger my clit. Duncan is moaning wildly, his body tensing as he nears his point of no return. Snakes of electricity course along my flesh as the combination of touching myself while Duncan pumps himself into my mouth combine to push me toward the brink as well.

But then, he seems to come back to himself and takes a couple of clumsy steps backward, pulling his cock out of my wet and ready mouth.

Duncan takes a second to gather himself before that salacious smirk crosses his face again.

“Stand up,” he whispers.

I do as he says without hesitation and he grabs hold of me, spinning me around. He forces me to plant my hands against the window as he bends me over and pulls down my tights and panties. I hear the sound of a package being torn open quickly and I assume he’s putting a condom on. As I start to stand up to turn around, Duncan grabs hold of my hair and pushes me down again.

I stand there, hands planted on the window, nothing separating me from a thirty-nine story fall, but the glass in front of me. My stomach churns at the thought of it, but when I feel Duncan step up behind me and drive his stiff rod into me, all thoughts and fears are driven out completely.

I push back against him as Duncan starts to fuck me with a hard, steady rhythm. The feeling of his thick cock moving inside of me while I have my skirt up around my waist and I’m staring out at the lights of Manhattan below was not how I expected the night to end, but I’m glad it’s gone this way. The rush of being so high above the city, of being only a thick pane of glass away from falling to my death, while Duncan is behind me, pounding into me, sending wave after wave of pleasure rolling through my body, is making everything all the more intense – and I’m loving it.

“Yes, baby,” I gasp. “Fuck yes, harder. Fuck me harder, Duncan.”

The sound of his flesh meeting mine is loud, and it turns me on more than I can adequately express. Duncan drives himself into me with such force and fills me up so completely that I’m nothing more than one giant, quivering, raw nerve ending.

Duncan’s thrusts are powerful, and I feel them throughout my entire body. But his movements are growing a little more frantic, his rhythm not quite as steady as before. I know he’s close. I look over my shoulder at him, biting my bottom lip, as I push back against him. Duncan’s fingers are pressed hard into the flesh of my ass and he cries out. I feel his cock throbbing and then he explodes inside of the condom. That unleashes a torrent of sensation inside of me. I bite hard on my bottom lip as my body is racked by a powerful and intense orgasm.

We remain coupled together as we ride out the currents of bliss. Eventually, his cock softens and slips out of me. Duncan slips the condom off and tosses it into a nearby trash can, making me glad I’m not his housekeeper. I really wouldn’t want to find that.

Duncan smiles as he steps forward and presses his body to mine. I feel the nothingness beyond the window behind me again, which sends a nervous quiver straight through me. But Duncan leans down and kisses me, and in that kiss, I feel his reassurance. I feel all of the emotion he feels for me. And in that kiss, I feel safe.

He pulls back and gives me a warm smile. “I love you, Alexis,” he whispers.

Hearing those words pass his lips is so unexpected that it takes me off guard and leaves me standing there like a babbling idiot. It takes me a moment to recover, but I finally manage to gather my wits about me again.

“I love you too, Duncan,” I whisper back.

We stare at each other and in that moment, nothing else matters – not his brother, not my job worries, not even the horrible thirty-nine-floor plunge to our death if the window behind me breaks.