“Easy, Muffler. You’re blowing things out of proportion. You know, if something were to happen, someone here would let you know. Besides, I saw her going up to the roof. She’s probably up there getting some air.”
“Fuck, I didn’t even think to go up there.” I blow out the air I’ve been holding inside. “Fuck, thanks, Iris. I was about to lose my shit.”
She laughs and shakes her head, but she’s still smiling when I turn and rush up to the roof.
There’s a bit of music floating up from downstairs, but for the most part, the only thing I can hear is the sound of a woman moaning and the slap of skin against skin. Someone’s having a good time. I know it’s not Beretta, so I’m not particularly worried. Our parties are full of people having sex everywhere. It gets sort of normal after a while.
I don’t see Beretta, and the panic starts to rise again until I see something moving from behind one of the false plants we have decorating the roof. I walk slowly in that direction, and when I peer through the leaves, I see Beretta staring at the couple going at it on the other side of the roof.
If she’s hiding, she’s not doing a very good job of it. “Oh, um, I was just going to . . . I . . .I didn’t . . .” she babbles when she realizes I caught her spying on the couple.
“Shhh. Turn around,” I whisper, and she does just that. I wrap my arms around her waist and lean down, so I can whisper in her ear. “You want to watch? You like that shit, don’t you?”
“Not him. I’m not looking at him,” she says.
“I’m not jealous, Beretta.” My hand skims her waist and upward until I barely graze her nipple.
“Hmm,” she moans.
“You’re so fuckin’ turned on right now. I bet your panties are soaked,” I whisper in her ear, and she leans back in my grip, swaying her ass against my cock.
“I am. I want you, Muffler. Let’s go inside,” she says and tries to push me back, but I don’t let her.
“No, I think we should explore this little fantasy of yours. I’m going to fuck you right here . . . while you watch them.” I turn her slowly and usher her over to one of the outdoor tables we have set up. It’s still far enough away from the couple that they don’t know we’re here, but now she doesn’t have to hide behind the bushes.
“They don’t care if we watch? It’s okay?” she whispers over her shoulder, and I grab her neck, pulling her back against me.
“You think I give a fuck whether they care or not? I’m not concerned about them. This is my house. If I want to bend you over this right here and fuck you while I watch you watch them, that’s what I’m going to do.”
She gasps and hums in approval. I’m being a little more forceful than I have been since she’s been back from the hospital, and by the way she’s purring against me, I think I might just have to be a little more aggressive with her from now on.
“Pull those pants down. Let me see that pretty pussy.” I let her go, and she stumbles forward slightly. Her hands fumble with her pants, and I take a step back from her while she pulls down her jeans and underwear. Her bottom is hidden by the table, and there’s no one else behind me.
Her slit is slick with arousal, and my cock jumps in anticipation in my pants. Fuck, she’s the only one to get me like this.
“Muffler—now. Don’t make me wait,” she hisses at me in passion and arousal.
“I can’t if I wanted to.” I unbuckle my pants and walk up behind her. She turns back to the couple still fucking on the other side of the roof. My fingers travel up her waist, under her shirt, and up to her chest. I tweak her nipples softly, and she moans loudly while she reaches underneath to help line me up to her opening.
I push forward, sinking into her tight folds.
It doesn’t take long until I feel her insides quivering against my shaft. I let go of her breast and hold on to her hips while I rail into her. Going hard and fast until she screams out my name, and the couple across the way looks at us. I don’t know the man, but the girl looks like one of our clubwhores. I can’t see her from here. I don’t need to see her. No one is important besides Beretta.
Sweat pours down my face as I work to get one more orgasm out of her before I let go of my own.
“You’re so fuckin’ perfect. Perfect and all mine,” I growl, and my eyes roll back.
“Yes, Muffler. I’m yours!” she replies and giggles when I smack her ass.
I love that she’s so happy and carefree right now. It’s the first time in a while that I’m really getting a glimpse of this. It’s like she’s the same woman from all those years ago that I just knew I was going to spend the rest of my life with.
When I feel her tense up and come again, I can’t hold back any longer.
I grip her ass hard and slam her down, push as deep as I can get inside of her, and come so hard. My cum splashes against her deepest walls.
Her legs wobble a little bit, but I have a firm grasp on her. I grab hold of some of the cocktail napkins we have laid out on the table and do my best to wipe her up when I finally pull out of her.
“I’m spent,” she mutters, and when I look up, she’s laying her head on the table, and her eyelids are low.