Finally he’s full inside me, and he starts to gently rock. An inch out, then balls deep. Two inches out, two inches back in. Three inches… four inches… five inches… six… more… each stroke getting progressively longer… deeper… hitting places deep inside me…
I’m moaning, I’m sighing, I’m groaning. I lean backwards, my hair hanging free in the air as he holds me with his big strong arms and just fucks me. Fucks me so good.He pulls me back up with one arm, never missing a stroke, and pulls my face to his.He’s kissing me now, angrily, passionately. Rough and urgent.I kiss him back, both of my hands on his smooth face, letting him inside me, both inside my mouth and between my legs.Actually, I didn’t let him inside me so much as he took it. Just possessed me – fucking me, kissing me so deeply.We break off the kiss, and for the first time I open my eyes.He’s looking right at me, his face contorted in pain and pleasure.His beautiful eyes… that scowl on his face like he can’t believe how good I feel…I come immediately.I scream and shriek and hang onto his neck with my arms. Over his shoulder I can see the lights of Hollywood – that is, between my eyelids fluttering closed and open, and my eyes rolling back into my head. I’m holding onto him for dear life, my legs wrapped around him like I’m riding a horse, his cock pumping inside me furiously, rocking in and out.As soon as I stop moaning, he withdraws his cock (No! No! Leave it in, please God, leave it in!), then stops and unwraps my legs from around him. I’m confused – he didn’t come. Or at least it was the most quiet male orgasm I’ve ever heard.He sets me on the ground without a word, then turns me around. His hands pull my dress completely off my shoulders and down my body.I’m standing there naked in the cool Los Angeles air, with only a pair of high heels and a necklace on.The only problem is, there are about twenty people on the other side of the glass, laughing, drinking, flirting, angling to do later what I’ve been doing for the last ten minutes.Of course, I freak out.“Oh my God – oh my God – ” I whisper in rising panic, clasping my arms over my breasts.“They can’t see you,” his voice says gruffly, commandingly.“But – ”“Or hear you,” he says, anticipating exactly what I was thinking: all my loud screams as I was coming just a minute before.“How do you know?!”“Because I designed the damn building.”“But – ”Before I can say anything else, he pulls my arms roughly away from my chest, bends me over, and plants my hands against the glass.His hands glide down my arms and cup my breasts, supporting them, fingers tweaking my nipples.Then I feel his cock between my thighs… his head pressing against my lips…Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.He’s inside me again, and it feels soooo gooooood.First he starts off with a couple of thrusts, just to get his length all the way inside me. Then he starts circling his hips, kind of ‘swirling’ his shaft inside me, hitting a whole bunch of new places I didn’t even know existed. I’m moaning with every new sensation.Eventually he starts thrusting again – but with this new angle, his head is rubbing right on my g-spot, and the entire length of his shaft is caressing it with every stroke.I’m standing there, hands pressed against the glass, eyes half-closed, drunk on pleasure and the feel of him gliding over the most pleasurable parts deep inside me. This powerful man, this billionaire architect, inside me, fucking me. A complete stranger, now like an animal, possessing me, owning me, using me, making me come over and over, with nothing I can do but surrender completely to the pleasure he’s bringing me.And all the while there are twenty people just a few feet away. If only they could see me – completely naked, legs spread wide, palms pressed against the glass, with the most gorgeous man I’ve ever met behind me, fucking me against a window in public in full view of everyone – yet no one can see us. Completely safe.The incredible turn-on of it all, the imagination of what their reactions would be if they saw me getting manhandled and fucked on the other side of this glass, revs me up so high I can’t bear it anymore.“Oh God – oh fuck – oh FUCK!” I scream again as I start coming once more, this time harder and more powerfully than the rest.No one notices.No one turns their heads to look.No one knows I’m having the best orgasm of my life, just a few feet away from them.I guess my cries are too much for him, because he starts groaning and bellowing like some primordial beast. He sinks deep inside me with one last powerful thrust, his hips slapping my ass, and shouts as he comes. I can feel his thick base suddenly explode, get even thicker – can almost feel his cum travel up his shaft with every pulse, every spasm.My orgasm, which had been dying out, suddenly crests into another one as I feel him spurting inside me.Through my haze of ecstasy, I secretly wish that he wasn’t wearing a condom so that I could feel the hot splash of his cum inside me, filling me up.He leans over my back, groaning, as the little contractions go from two a second, to one a second, to one every few seconds, to intermittent little pulses. He kisses my back, then my neck, and softly caresses my breasts.Chills tremble across my skin.Then he’s standing up straight… his cock is withdrawing… and it’s gone.He turns me around and kisses me, long, deep, slow, sensual. His hands rove over my naked body, clutching my ass, caressing my skin.When he pulls away, I keep my eyes closed for a few seconds. I’m still mesmerized. All of this is a dream.All of that couldn’t have just happened… could it?I guess I am that kind of a girl… with the right man.When I finally open my eyes, he is smiling down at me. The condom is gone, his cock – still hard – is back in his pants. He is holding my dress in one hand, my clutch in the other.He presses them against my bare chest and I grab them to me, covering myself, self-conscious now.He leans over and gives me one more kiss.“That was incredible,” he whispers in my ear.I nod, unable to speak. ‘Incredible’ is an understatement.“See you soon,” he grins, and turns on his heels, walks to the opposite end of the colonnade, and is gone.WHAT THE FUCK?!I stand there in complete and utter shock. The best sex of my life, and the guy – the incredibly hot, powerful, rich, brilliant guy – walks off, leaving me naked, on a ledge in a secret passageway four stories above Sunset Boulevard.WHAT THE FUCK?!I hurriedly pull on my dress, embarrassed at what I’ve done. I look back at the people beyond the mirror, but they’re completely oblivious. At least I don’t have any witnesses to my shameful predicament.Except the douchebag who just walked out.I can’t believe I did that. I can’t believe I let him do that to me.And then he just walks off!The fucking ASSHOLE!JERK!GODDAMN PRICK!I pick my panties up off the cement walkway. It’s dusty up here, so there’s no way I’m putting them back on. I open up my clutch to stuff them in – And realize something’s wrong.It’s a little light.I look inside.My wallet’s there – no money is missing – But my cell phone’s gone.Holy fucking shit, I am going to KILL Grant Carlson if I ever r
One other thing I kinda neglected to mention: I’m a former hacker.I started playing with computers when I was seven. I messed up my Dad’s computer, and boooooy was he mad. But rather than punishing me, he just bought another one and was like, “Eve, the broken one’s yours. Do whatever you want with it, but do NOT touch mine again.”Within three weeks I’d learned how to install different operating systems, was messing with UNIX, and yada yada yada. You don’t care. Suffice it to say, by fifteen I was a full-on hacker. I breached the Department of Defense’s website. I was a high-ranking member of Anonymous (hackers who try to right societal wrongs). My specialty was fucking up revenge porn sites and torching the owners’ bank accounts.Then, when I was 17, my buddy Mailin got caught.Mailin was the closest thing I had to a boyfriend in high school, though we never kissed or even held hands. But we were inseparable. He was a hacker, too, though not as good as me. Which is why he got caugh
The Hollywood Charity Gala was on Saturday night. I started work the second I got home and pulled an all-nighter with the aid of lots of coffee. I know that probably sounds horrible to you, but I’m a computer geek. Twenty-four hours of hacking is my version of getting drunk at the club and going to an afterparty.I won’t bore you, but by Sunday evening, I had poked into every nook and cranny of the internet I could find, searching for ways to fuck Grant Carlson up.He was a slippery character, I’ll give him that.All of his major bank accounts appeared to be offshore holding companies. I traced 27 accounts back to St. Lucia, the Seychelles, and Samoa. I found out he owned astounding amounts of property in every major city in the world – Paris, New York City, Los Angeles, Hong Kong, Tokyo, Moscow, Buenos Aires, Mexico City, London, you name it. We’re talking hundreds of millions of dollars.And that wasn’t even counting his family’s construction companies.But the most useful thing I
The thing that infuriated me, though, was I couldn’t stop thinking about him.Couldn’t stop thinking about the sex. His cock. His kisses.Couldn’t stop thinking about what he’d done, what he’d said, how he’d smelled, how he’d felt while he was inside me.Couldn’t stop thinking about me being naked, in public, having mind-blowing sex just feet away from people who couldn’t see me.I’d never done that before. If you’d asked me before last night if I would have liked it, I would have said HELL no!But I did.He’d taken me outside of myself and led me to do something I never would have asked for on my own… and I loved it.And then he’d gone and been a total dick.I hated him for walking away from me after sex like that…But, paradoxically, it made me want him more. It was the opposite of every clingy, needy guy I’d ever been with. The kind who were just so happy to get laid that they rolled over at every opportunity.I was so angry at him… but I was kind of turned on by it, too.It was a
But he’s definitely not finished.He sits down in my plush leather chair and arranges me effortlessly so that I’m straddling him. I can feel his cock pressing hard through the material of his pants against me.He starts to unzip his fly.“Wait,” I say.He stops and looks at me. I can tell he’s annoyed.“I want to see your body,” I whisper.The intent look turns to a grin, and he nods.I undo his tie and unbutton his shirt. God, he’s fucking gorgeous. Incredible chest… pronounced muscles… washboard abs. I want to see his arms – his biceps are so big they’re straining against his sleeves – but he seems impatient, and I don’t want to make him shuck off his jacket.I let my fingers trail lightly down his massive pecs, through the light scattering of hair on his chest. I touch his hard, small nipples… then move down to his abs, which feel like they’re carved out of wood under the skin.He grunts as I unbuckle his belt, unzip him, and reach in and free his cock.Oh God.I didn’t get to see
And then I gradually come back to reality.I can’t believe I just did that.IcannotBELIEVE Ijustdid that.I grab a box of tissues out of my desk, and we do our best to clean ourselves up.I kind of want to clean him up – just so I can touch his body again – but I’m too abashed. So I just concentrate on myself.I straighten my skirt, pull on my underwear, and smooth my blouse and hair. He buttons his shirt, tucks it into his pants, but leaves his tie undone, like he’s relaxing at home after a particularly stressful day at work.Embarrassed, I retreat across the room and cross my arms defensively across my chest.“Okay… so that just happened,” I say to myself under my breath.Apparently not quietly enough, because he lights up with a massive smile. “Yes it did.”I cannot BELIEVE I just fucked this guy (although to be fair HOLY SHIT that was mindblowing) in my office. On a Monday morning. Thirty feet away from my coworkers.With a Post-It note on my door telling them I’m in a ‘meet
You have got to be kidding me,” I fume.My boss, Dan, is sitting across his desk from me and Grant Carlson. Grant still has his tie undone around his neck, which bugs the hell out of me, because it feels like a neon sign screaming, We just had sex! We just had sex in Eve’s office, and I fucked the bejeezus out of her!I hope that’s not the case.I mean, it is the case that he fucked the bejeezus out of me.But I hope nobody else knows.Please God…“He’s hired you as a personal consultant,” Dan says. Dan’s a nice guy. Wife and three kids, with pictures of them on his desk. Not a good coder, but a pretty good manager. At least, he stays out of my way.And if he knows I just had sex with Grant Carlson, he’s not letting on about it.“Nobody’s ever hired me as a personal consultant before!”“There’s a first time for everything,” Grant chimes in.I glare at him. YOU shut UP.He just grins at me in response.“What the hell does a personal consultant do, anyway?” I ask.“Well – ” Grant start
We’re in my apartment. I drove there in my Audi; Grant arrived in his own private limo.I have to admit, I was a teensy bit jealous.Now he lounges on my bed and watches as I pack a suitcase.“And why do I need to pack, exactly?” I ask.“We’ll be hopping from place to place a lot. I want to be a moving target, not a sitting duck.”“Uh huh,” I say dubiously. I’m still half-convinced this is all just an elaborate excuse to get me naked in his bed for a couple of days.Not that that would be a bad way to spend a couple of days…Focus, Eve, FOCUS. Stop getting turned on.I pull out some bras and panties.“Do I get a show?” he asks.“NO,” I say as I stuff them in the suitcase, although part of me desperately wants to give him one.“Maaaan…” he complains playfully.“For a guy with a serial killer after you, you don’t seem too concerned.”“I’ve got you to help me now.” He says it with a complete lack of sarcasm.“I got news for you: I can flush this guy out from an online trail of breadcrumb