Gus stepped up behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist. He pressed a kiss just behind her ear. “Is this far enough for you?”
Cara shook her head and dared to reach back, looping her arms around his neck. “I said all the way, Gus.”
“Cara,” Gus murmured, his lips dragging against the point of her jaw and making her shiver. She kept her arms up, leaving herself open to his touch. “Cara, mine all mine.”
“All yours,” Cara whispered, and she closed her eyes as Gus’s hands started sliding up, traveling over the softness of her belly to cup her breasts.
The feeling was muffled by the layers of her shirt and bra. She arched her back, pressing into his hands and wishing she were naked already. She wanted to feel the heat of his touch on her skin.
She could feel her pussy getting hot and slick. When she pressed her hips back against Gus, his cock was hard against her. He kissed the side of her throat as he caressed her breasts through her shirt, thumbing at her nipples.
Cara moaned. “Gus, please, I need you.”
“Not as much as I need you,” Gus murmured, his breath hot on her throat. “Here, sit, let me touch you.”
He brought her over to a bench at one edge of the roof, where she could lean back against the railing.
“Look up,” Gus said, dropping to his knees before her and nudging her thighs apart. “How many stars do you see?”
Cara spread her legs, letting him move closer, his hands running up her thighs to her hips. She could barely tear her gaze away to look up into the dark sky. It was a clear night, and she could see plenty of stars. The Big Dipper, at least, and more she didn’t know the names of. “Lots.”
Gus’s fingers slipped under the bottom of her shirt, brushing over the soft skin of her sides. Cara raised her arms over her head in silent invitation and Gus grinned.
“Gonna make you see even more.”
Cara laughed, but she believed him. He rose up on his knees to peel her shirt up and off, letting the warm night air touch her skin. He pressed a light kiss to the bandage on the back of her arm, his fingers smoothing the tape at one corner. He dropped her shirt and leaned in to bury his face against her breasts, licking and nuzzling, tugging down the cups of her bra. At the first hot flick of his tongue over her nipple, Cara moaned again, grabbing his shoulders with both hands.
“Keep looking,” Gus admonished, and then he used his teeth, lightly.
Cara couldn’t help grinding her hips against the bench. She was so hot and wet, so close to coming just from Gus’s mouth.
She gasped a little when her bra came undone. She hadn’t even noticed Gus’s hands working behind her, but she leaned forward to help him slip it off.
“So beautiful,” Gus murmured against her skin, licking over her nipples, his hands coming up to cradle the weight of her heavy breasts. “So lush, you’re like velvet.”
Cara laughed breathlessly, thinking of all the rugs and tapestries that filled Gus’s house. “Another treasure, huh?”
Gus pulled back at that, looking up at her seriously, his silver eyes somehow catching the little light that was left in the western sky and seeming to glow silver. “The crown jewel, Cara. Nothing less.”
She shivered at that, because Gus wasn’t a man who let his treasures go. He kept popsicle-stick sculptures, what would he do with a crown jewel?
Never let her go, Cara thought, and the certainty she felt was all at once the scariest and the safest thing she’d ever known.
She wrapped her arms around Gus’s shoulders and brought his mouth back to her breast. Gus’s hands were on her hips again, and now one slid between her legs, pressing through her jeans. She couldn’t help grinding against it, needing the friction, the pressure. Needing more than that.
“Yes, Gus, please—more, more.”
“All you ask,” Gus said, flicking open the button of her jeans and drawing the zipper down. “Anything you ask, Cara.”
He pushed her jeans down, and she pushed up to wriggle out of them, letting him pull her panties down right along with them. They were stopped by her thighs, spread open to make room for Gus between them, but she didn’t want him to move long enough for her to get them off.
He didn’t bother trying. He slid his hand between her legs, stirring through the damp curls at her crotch to find where she was wettest and hottest. He stroked over her pussy while his mouth trailed down from her breasts over her belly, lower and lower, hot against her skin.
His tongue found her clit as the same time two of his fingers pressed into her, stroking just right. She tipped her head back, grabbing at the railing behind her with one hand and his shoulder with the other. He worked just right—not too roughly, but not shyly.
The heat she had felt between them raged now, already consuming her. She cried out helplessly to the dark, starry sky, coming on his fingers and tongue.
He moved up onto the bench with her, kissing her. She tasted herself on his lips and moaned, reaching for him. She toed out of her shoes and kicking her jeans off as she tugged at his clothes. She wanted more. She wanted everything.
“And how many stars do you see now?” Gus murmured in her ear, his voice warm and low.
She opened her eyes, and gasped. It seemed like every place she looked, the sky had filled up with the faint glitter of stars—every dark place she looked at, she could see another one.
“Gus, it’s beautiful.”
“It takes a little while for your eyes to adapt,” he murmured. “But feel free to believe I did that just for you.”
Cara laughed and turned her gaze back to him. His gray eyes seemed as bright as stars and much warmer. She tugged up more firmly on his shirt and said, “And what can I do for you?”
Gus grinned, wide and toothy. “Oh, sweetheart, you already are.”
He kissed her again and peeled off his soft dark shirt, revealing the jewelry that had been hidden beneath. There were two thin gold chains around his neck, almost delicate. A flat gold plaque dangled from one that reminded her for an absurd instant of Mouse’s name tag. The other had a dark round stone. There was another gold chain wrapped around his left wrist, twining up nearly to his elbow.
“You’re not just a hoarder,” she murmured, touching his sparkly things. He hadn’t put the chain he’d wrapped around her arm back on, but he clearly had plenty of others. “You’re a magpie.”
“I know what I like,” Gus murmured, kissing her throat while she reached for the button of his jeans. “Beautiful things. And when I find them I like to keep them close.”
“Closer than this,” Cara demanded, sliding his zipper down, feeling the press of his cock behind it.
She reached into his underwear without bothering to push his pants down, wrapping her hand around his cock. God, he was big. She would still feel him tomorrow, every time she sat down.
If I’m back in my car… She pushed the thought away.
She had Gus now, and he had her.
“I’ll get as close as you want,” Gus murmured, shoving a hand into the pockets of his jeans as Cara gave his cock a tentative stroke. He came up with a thin wallet and extracted a condom. “Only that far away.”
She wanted to tell him he didn’t have to be even that far, but she caught the words before she spoke. Sure, she had birth control, but she’d only met him today.
She nodded. Gus put the condom packet between his teeth and stood to shove his pants down, letting her see him properly naked.
He was gorgeous, his cock jutting up from a thatch of curly hair between his legs. He had only a little hair on his chest, and almost none anywhere else. She could see the lines of his wiry muscles all over his body.
He rolled the condom on as she watched. She couldn’t help dipping her fingers into herself as she watched him stroke his own cock. He made a little longing sound and ducked back in to kiss her at that.