Derek laughs, pressing his face close to mine. I can feel his breath on my skin, his lips brushing against my ear. His fingers trace the palms of my hands, and I'm so overwhelmed by the feeling of him everywhere. "I want to know," he says. "I need to know if you dreamed about me." He pulls back just far enough to see my eyes, and I know that he can read the answer there. His is voice is all grit. "I dreamed about you."
His hands abandon mine, moving to my hips and sliding down my ass. He pulls me against him, and with his leg still in between mine I have to fight against another moan. "More than dream, I couldn't stop thinking about you. My cock can't get enough—last night, after I left you, again before I slept, this morning before I came to meet you." He presses his lips against my collar bone, scraping his teeth along my skin. "If we had taken separate cars today I would have had to make myself come between these showings."
He glances behind him. "I think you like these windows," he says. "I think you'd like it if the neighbors could see me fucking you."
The images form themselves in my mind, his hands pinning me down to that gorgeous bed as he takes me while everyone can see. A flush rises to my cheeks and I close my eyes, choosing not to think about the fact that I felt myself get wetter at the thought, the fact that I would do almost anything to make that image real.
I feel his lips at my ear again. "I think you'd love it, having someone watch as I made you come." Derek's voice drops to a whisper, "And I will make you come harder than you ever have in your life."
"Oh god. Derek—Mr. Conway. This is…" I can't say it. I don't know what this is. This is the least professional thing I could ever do, and yet in this moment there's nothing I want more than to strip him down and fuck him until I can't see straight. He's so infuriating, I shouldn't be giving him this after the hell he's put me through with the houses, but I can't remember the last time I felt like this. The last time I wanted someone this much.
He digs his fingers into my ass. "Did you wear this skirt for me? Did you think about me pulling it up and taking you from behind?" He pulls up my skirt, exposing more of my legs. "When you showed me your ass, it's the only thing I could think about." Derek pulls on my skirt again, bunching it around my hips. He pushes my panties aside, his fingers sliding through the slick wetness gathered in my pussy, and he groans. His hand triggers a throb of pleasure that flashes behind my eyes and my groan matches his. He slips a finger inside me, and I'm so wet that he sinks in deep.
"Do you want to find out, Penelope?"
"Find out what?" My brain is so overloaded with sensation that I can barely form coherent words.
He thrusts his finger in again and grins. "What it feels like to be fucked while anyone could be watching."
My breath freezes. I do want that. I want it more than I've wanted anything. I can barely get the word past my lips, but I force it out. "Yes."
Suddenly I'm not pressed against the wall anymore as Derek moves me. I'm pressed up against the window, the house and property laid out before me. It's late. The light is fading, and it's easy to see in the windows down below. I can see the lights in the windows of the neighbors. I know that Derek is right—anyone could look up and see me pressed against this glass, see the things he's going to do to me.
His hands skim my hips, fingers hooking into my panties as he lowers himself behind me. With my skirt around my hips and panties around my ankles I feel exposed and vulnerable. I shudder, leaning against the glass of the window for support. He spreads me open with his hands, tilting my hips back towards him, and I gasp as his mouth covers my pussy. His tongue plunges inside me and I feel my knees wobble. I'm aroused and off balance—if it weren't for the glass I don't think I could stand.
He presses a long, slow lick down the length of me from ass to clit, and sparks shine behind my eyes. I've never been taken like this, from behind, the angle of his mouth feeling strange and new on my pussy. "I thought about tasting you last night. I imagined licking you until you were screaming my name." He ducks down and covers me with his mouth, sucking hard on my clit and sending a rush of pleasure through my core. "Just thinking about that made me come. And now you're going to come for me."
Derek licks across me again, circling my clit and taking the time to trace the entrance to my pussy. He inserts a finger into me as his tongue keeps moving, tracing all the way to my ass. I jump at the unexpected sensation, putting even more of my weight against the glass. Someone could step into their backyard, look up, and see me with Derek Conway's face buried in my ass and his fingers in my pussy.
The realization sends a spark of passion through me, and I feel myself getting close to the edge as Derek pushes another finger into me, his tongue working around the bud of my ass. I gasp as he sucks on it, the alien sensation drawing a new wave of pleasure through me.
His mouth moves back down, teasing me while he fucks me with his fingers, sometimes joining them. My breath is coming in gasps and it's fogging the glass in front of me. The rhythm of his fingers changes, suddenly relentless as he drives me towards orgasm. I realize I'm moaning, one long sound that fills up the space and I don't care.
Derek reaches around, and with his other hand he reaches my clit. My orgasm tenses through me and I cry out. I feel myself flood over his hand and down my legs, and I'm barely upright. His fingers don't slow, and I'm shaking with the aftershocks of pleasure. When he's sure I'm finished and every movement of his hand makes me jump, he pulls out of me and stands. He reaches around, pressing his fingers into my mouth, and I don't hesitate in cleaning them off.
I can see his transparent silhouette in the window behind me. "Unbutton your shirt," he says.
His hands are on my breasts as soon as I finish with the buttons, and I let myself fall against him. My neck rests on his shoulder and I close my eyes, enjoying the feeling of him playing with my nipples. He pulls my breasts out of my bra. "I want these pressed against the window when I fuck you, so that every neighbor can see your fantastic tits." He pinches each nipple as he says that, rolling them through his fingers until they're hard and aroused. He presses me into the glass, and it's cold against my skin.
The sounds behind me tell me he's undoing his pants. He runs his hand along my pussy, and my whole body reacts, still sensitive from my orgasm. My moan makes him laugh.
And then I feel him. His cock—it feels enormous, hard and thick—running through my folds, not entering me. "Penelope, are you ready for me? I’m going to fuck you," Derek says.
"What?" I’m so turned on I can barely process what he’s said or respond, and then I hear the crinkle and tear of a condom wrapper.
“Yes,” I moan.
"Good," he says as he fits himself against me, pressing in. He lets out a groan, and I have to close my eyes, the friction enough to bring me to the edge again. He keeps going until he's all the way inside me, and pauses. I don't remember ever feeling this full, feeling someone this deep. Slowly, he pulls back only to press in again. Again. Again. And faster. His speed keeps increasing until he's slamming into me and I'm seeing stars with every thrust. My hands are braced on the glass, and I can't do anything but hold on as he fucks me.
That bright core of pleasure is building in me again, and I beg him. I beg him to keep fucking me. I beg him not to stop, never stop. His hands grab my hips and he holds me in place as he drives into me, and I scream as I go over the edge. My pussy spasms on his cock and I feel him coming, his shaft twitching deep inside me.
His hands are still digging into me as I fall back from the place that orgasm sent me. He didn't lie, that is easily the best orgasm I've ever had in my life.
Derek pulls out of me, grunting as he does so because my pussy wants to hug him desperately. I feel the loss, my body immediately missing the fullness of his cock. I manage to stand as he discards the condom and puts himself away. What do I say to him now? What is there to say?
Derek takes over for me. "I'll see you tomorrow. I have an opening in my schedule at four o'clock. I expect to see a much bette
r house than we saw today. Please text me the address you choose."
In the window I see his reflection vanish. It's so abrupt, like he needs to get away from me... but why? Is it disgust, or is he afraid of doing something he'd regret even more?
I'm still in a haze of pleasure, and I can barely register what just happened. I sit on the bed, fixing my bra and shirt, and seconds later stand up again. My panties are still around my ankles and moisture is running down my thighs. I can't ruin the damn bed!
Get a grip on yourself, Penelope. But it isn't as easy to fix my emotions as it is to fix my panties and my skirt. Derek just railed me until I forgot my name—then he ran off like this was a one night stand.
I know that wondering about what's going on in his head is useless. All I can do is go home, take a bath, and wonder if this even really happened. Or if it might happen again.
When I go outside, the night air is refreshing. It clears my head enough to remind me we shared a fucking car to get here. I'm on the verge of panicking, digging out my phone to call for a ride, when I see the escalade is still waiting in the lot.
Blinking, I wander towards it. The window rolls down and I tense up, expecting to see Derek inside. Andre smiles at me. “Ready to go, Miss?”
“I... but what about Derek?”
“He told me he'd call for another car, and to take you home.”
Baffled by this generosity, I scan the area once more. Derek must have walked off into the neighborhood, or even towards the city proper—it wasn't a terrible distance to reach it and catch another ride.
“Miss?” Andre asks.