With my finger still in her ass, I work in another, loving how both her ass and pussy tighten as I do. “Oh my god, Atticus,” she moans as I start fuckin’ her ass with two of my thick digits. Hooking my thumb into her pussy, I suck her clit into my mouth and nibble gently while I hold my hand steady and let her grind.
I could have this meal every goddamn night. I suck her clit, nibble it, make small circles around it with the tip of my tongue, press kisses to it—I fuckin’ worship it. And before I can really pay homage to the altar like I want, she’s writhing on my hand, driving my fingers into her ass and my thumb up her pussy with the veracity of a woman teetering on the edge.
“Atti, I’m gonna cum,” she moans after a few breathless moments where her body slows, and her thighs begin to shake.
I take my mouth off her cunt long enough to give her orders. “Look out the window,” I tell her, moving my tongue through her swollen labia, groaning a little when I connect with my thumb inside her.
“Atti, I wanna cum,” she whines, but I know she looks up because she drops her head again, she’s panting, “he’s… he can… I think he can see me…” She moans some more. “He was… he was…”
“Watching,” I offer as I seal my mouth to her clit and start long, aggressive sucks. Her back arches, and her orgasm, which was blistering at the surface, explodes. Thighs tightening around my face, she starts cumming, her ass and cunt gripping my fingers for dear fuckin’ life. She moans and fuckin’ screams—my name, God’s name, words that ain’t even words—and right when I think she’s nearin’ the end of her ride, there’s a rush of liquid around my thumb.
“Oh, oh, oh,” she rasps, her thighs strangling me. I can barely think. Liquid, warm and sweet smellin’, gushes out of her, all over my hand, down my chin and neck. Her cunt tightens, her ass tries to eat my fingers, I swear, and she bucks over me like a goddamn rodeo star.
Wetness drips down my neck, bleeding into my hoodie and probably the sheets, too. When she’s done coming, and her little holes let me go, I take my hand back and slide out from under her.
She stays with her hands on the window, knees on the bed, and head hung as she gasps, sucking in air.
Getting behind her, I press my groin to her ass and lean over, dropping my chin to her shoulder.
“Look.”
Slowly, she lifts her head, and I can feel her exhaustion as she attempts to steady her breathing. Her glassy eyes reflect back to me in the foggy, shiny window. She looks so beautiful right now. I tap the glass, and the man with the dog is still there, and there ain’t no doubt in my mind he saw something. It’s snowing, and his dog is the size of a fuckin’ cat. He ain’t down there looking up here ‘cause he’s talking to God.
“He watched you fuck my face,” I tell her, pressing a quick kiss to the side of her jaw before I get off the bed.
She pushes forward, off the window, and the evidence of her hands on the glass makes everything below my waist clench tight. Goddamn, my cock is gloriously fuckin’ hard.
“Get dressed,” I tell her before slipping into the bathroom attached to her room. I close the door, lock it, turn the sink on, don’t even bother with the lights, and reach into my pants. Thank fuck I’m still wearin’ sweats so I don’t have to mess with a belt or any other bullshit. My cock is in my hand, and I’m stroking into the sink in a matter of fucking seconds.
It don’t take long.
With her pussy smeared across my face, her scent burned into my scruff; I lick my lips and pump my fist a few times before I swallow my groans, painting the porcelain with my cum.
I stroke for what feels like a solid minute as I brace myself, arm against the mirror, forehead on my forearm. My dick spits forever as I jerk to the feel of Goldie tight on my fingers, exploding all over my hand and face. When the basin of the sink is coated and I’m out of breath, I stuff myself away and splash water on my face. I ain’t tryin’ to wash her off, but I’m sticky from her orgasm and need some wipin’ down. After a few passes of her pink hand towel over my neck, I wash my hands, take a leak, and come back out.
“You know,” Goldie says, back in her silk robe–only this time, it ain’t tied at all. “You didn’t have to jerk off into the sink.”
I ain’t even tryin’ to act like I didn’t do it. “Baby, you squirted all over my face and down my neck. Unloading into the sink wasn’t a choice. It was a reaction. Non-negotiable.”
Her hands come to her face as she lurches forward, embarrassment evident in her body language. “Ohmygod,” she winces. “I thought I was having some orgasmic high and hoped I imagined that.” She reaches for a pillow and crushes her face into it. “Ohmygod, ohmygod,I amsoembarrassed.”
I stroke a hand down my face, my cock stirring a bit at the sticky stubble on my chin. I lick my lips again, loving how her cunt lingers.
“Why?” I ask, stealing a glance at her hard nipple. The robe is open but twisted, exposing one side of her naked body to me.
“I…oh my god, I can’t even say it!” she buries her head into the pillow further. I consider taking a seat next to her on the bed, but I don’t think we got a deal where we’re getting close, so I keep my stance by the bathroom and shove my hands in my sweat pockets.
“You squirted,” I repeat, and her whole body shudders with a wince.
“Oh my god!” she cries into the pillow. “Stop saying it, please;I’m absolutely mortified, Atticus.”
Well fuck. Now I’m confused, so in the name of clearin’ the air, I go sit next to her. “Goldie, I don’t know why you’re trippin’ out right now. That was fuckin’ hot.”
Slowly, she lifts her head from the pillow, wisps of drying hair shrouding her face. Reaching, I push it off her face because I want to see her eyes. And her mouth. My breathing is heavy as I stare down at her, her warm exhales flanking my nose.
“I’ve never done that before, ever,” she whispers, her eyes tracing the curve of my lips.
“No?” I ask. I’m surprised because the way she rode my fingers and held herself there while she gushed all over—it felt comfortable.