There’s nothing quite like it. It’s one thing to feel a cock driving into your body, it’s another to experience it with your eyes. It’s an amazing journey of intimacy when you look into the feral eyes of the man on top of you as he pounds away at your pussy. It’s something else entirely to watch it.
Because it’s not about seeing him. It’s about seeing you, on your stomach or on your back, exposed. It’s something you only see when you’re trying to see it, but it can tell you so much about yourself that you never knew.
I clench my eyes shut and focus on the pleasure as it ripples from my pussy and through the rest of my body. He hits the spot again, and again. He’s like an archer with impeccable accuracy.
He’s a sex God in a league of his own. He swivels from side to side, stirring my pussy—that’s such a weird thing to say. I snap my eyes open and cherish the view of his washboard abs slapping across my ass.
His gaze meets mine in the mirror and he cracks an impressively wicked grin. His fingers dig in deeper, forcing me to remain still and watch him as he raises a hand to his mouth. He runs his tongue along his hand, and I can’t look away. I’m intoxicated by the erotic view of his tongue against his own skin.
He lowers his hand and smacks my ass. I bark out a grunt, and drop my head against a pillow, trying to catch a breath.
Through a whiskey-induced haze, my wheels spin and I slip free from his cock. I slide off the bed, dragging the sheet to the floor with my foot.
“What are you doing?” he asks, out of breath and his chest heaving. “Come back.”
“Come and get me.” I rush to the screen door and rip it open. He reaches through the opening and intercepts me before I’m able to shut the door behind me. He spins me against the railing to face the ocean.
“I want you to look out into the distance,” he husks. “And when you’re done counting the stars, that’s when I’m going to come.”
“But there are a million—“
I’m cut off by the burn of his cock thrusting into me so deep his pelvis slams against my ass. I expect him to finish what he started inside, to fuck me so hard I’m unable to walk in the morning, but he does something else.
Each of his hands fondles my breasts as he pounds me with sweet, slow strokes. Every careful thrust can be felt, and a slow quake builds from within me. Inside, when we were on the bed, he was fucking me like an animal, and I enjoyed every second of it.
Out here, he’s more intent on making me wait. A cruel punishment that threatens to turn me inside out. My palms curl along the metal railing, clinging for dear life as I’m stuck in second gear along the chasm of an orgasm. I can feel it building, and bubbling from beneath. I know it’s coming, because I walk the wire along the ledge. Every time his cock pushes deep into me, I feel like a volcano ready to blow.
But, I never do. I’m in a constant state of waiting, and it’s the most euphoric thing I have ever experienced. I’m not in control for once, and I don’t care. I’ll grow to regret it, but right now, I just don’t fucking care.
When I become acquainted with this new tempo, he switches it up and spikes his cock into me, but continues to pull out torturously slow. He thrusts again, pulling out slow. A perfect pattern weaved with devious intentions. His fingers pinch my right nipple, and soon his hands trail to the hips.
I buckle myself up for the ride.
“How many stars have you counted?”
None. I had forgotten I was supposed to be doing math while my professor fucked me from behind. I had forgotten everything, to be exact, such as that we are on a balcony where someone could see us.
“Shit,” I mumble and point my finger to a trio of men who are camped beside a lifeguard tower watching us.
“Let them watch,” Jensen growls from behind me.
I’d object, but feral Jensen has once again been unleashed and he begins to pound into me at, what has to be, record speed. He’s like a fucking superhero, with a surplus of both stamina and strength.
I almost lose my footing and throw my hand back against the rail as I bow my head, too ashamed to show the voyeurs on the beach that a man can make me feel the way I feel right now.
I’m not in control of my own orgasm, nor am I in control of his. It’s a complete power shift, but I can’t bring myself to complain. My entire body turns to rubber, and every part of me bounces in sync with his thrusts.
He begins to spit out grunts, and I know he’s holding his own orgasm back. He’s waiting for me to climax so he can shoot his seed deep into me while sheathed within my pulsating walls.
Fuck. It occurs to me that in our drunken haze, we forgot to strap a condom on his cock. It’s too late. I feel myself breaking and bite into my arm, muffling my screams and my cries. My pussy tightens around his cock as I’m sent through shockwave after shockwave of relief, pleasure, and euphoria all rolled up into one.
Jensen howls, not caring who can see or hear us. He bucks up against me, driving himself all the way in, and that’s where he stays. His body shakes against mine as he empties his bare cock inside me.
He plants a short kiss against the back of my neck, but unlike the night in the car, he doesn’t stay inside of me until his dick softens. There’s a warm, burning sensation as he pulls out. He falls back into a beach chair, while I’m left looking out into the night sky. It’s an endless dark abyss. It’s a painting of what my soul must look like on the inside.
The three men on the beach clap loudly, and cheer Jensen on. He pays no attention, and neither do I. I roll my eyes and step past Jensen and walk back inside.
Jensen finds comfort in the silence after he fucks, and I can’t figure out why. He sits alone, naked and exposed on the balcony. He’s nestled in the beach chair, staring out into the vast distance while I lay naked on the bed, still too hot to cover myself in sheets and drift off to sleep.
I turn onto my side to get a better view of the balcony. He’s a robot, or something inanimate. His eyes are leveled against the night sky. His body is still, lost in the same internal shuffle as his mind. The imagery before me is what I often imagine solace to look like if words were portraits.
No, I can’t crack this man. I can’t figure him out. I am running on empty, and I thank my lucky stars that Cece crossed my path. She’s a distraction I’m going to need if I am to win this bet.
Jensen rises to his feet and crosses through the open door. His body is a shadow against the light of the moon that peers over the ocean. He pulls the door shut behind him and climbs onto the opposite side of the bed.
I’m facing the opposite direction of him as he turns onto his stomach.
“Apple?”
“Yeah?” I turn over so I can see him. The muscles on his back are contoured under the natural light of the night sky. His ass is a perfect bubble—tight and muscular.
“God,” he moans against the sheets. “You’re so beautiful.
The admission from his lips stabs me through the heart. His voice is sincere and low, but full of something I can’t pinpoint. Is it sorrow? Validation? Something else? I don’t know how to respond, and for the first time in the longest time, I have nothing to say.
“Apple?” He doesn’t wait for me to acknowledge him. “Will you lay with me?”
I chuckle out of discomfort and go for the light joke. “I am. I’m laying right beside you.”
He lifts his head up, turning to me at an uncomfortable angle. “No,” he almost growls. “Lay with me.”
I chew into my cheek before obliging. I scoot my naked body against the sheets as he turns onto his side. We’re a mere inch apart, but he craves to be closer and throws his arm around me. He pulls me by the swell in my back so our bodies rest against each other.
There’s nothing sexual about the position we find ourselves in. There’s an innocence here of a man who craves contact with another beating heart. I miss the animal he was a half hour ago, but am beyond intrigued at the man in front of me right now.