She presses her hands flat against the glass. “What are you doing?”
Sliding my hand up her thigh, I push her panties to the side. “I’m gonna make you come while we watch him make her come.”
She sucks in a sharp breath through her nose. “I’ve never done anything like this before.”
“Neither have I,” I admit as I slide a finger across her soft, sensitive flesh before pushing into her hot core. “But I want to with you.”
Her head falls back against my shoulder as she lets out a moan.
“Your pussy is so tight.” I press my thumb to her clit as I continue to slide my middle finger in and out. “I can’t wait to have it wrapped around my cock.” I’m harder than a diamond at this point. I could probably cut a hole in this window.
My attention moves to the couple on the other side of the glass. The woman’s breasts are out, and the man is sucking on one while caressing the other.
Hazel’s chest is heaving as I slide my other hand up to her breast and pinch her nipple through the delicate material.
The man reaches into his back pocket and pulls out his wallet briefly before tucking it back in place.
“He’s going to fuck her,” I murmur in her ear.
Hazel nods furiously. “Yes.”
“Do you want me to fuck you, Hazel?”
She exhales a shuddered breath. “Yes.”
Pressing a kiss to her cheek, I say, “Lower your foot,” and she does as I ask. Reaching under her dress, I hook my fingers into her panties and slide them down her legs. “Step out.” When she does, I tuck her panties into my pants pocket. “Put your foot back on the ledge and keep your hands on the glass.”
She obliges as I remove my jacket and retrieve a condom from the inside pocket before dropping it on the floor at my feet. I had every intention of fucking Hazel tonight, whether it was at her place or mine. But here works just as well.
I work the button and zipper of my dress pants, then roll the condom over my length. Taking my cock in one hand, I use the other to move her dress out of the way and line myself up at her entrance.
Hazel lets out a slight whimper as I push into her slowly and wrap my arms around her from behind, fusing our bodies together.
My gaze flicks to the couple on the other side of the glass. The woman’s legs are now wrapped around the man’s waist as he pounds into her.
“What do you think their story is?” she asks as I thrust into her with slow, steady strokes.
“I think they just met.”
“Why do you think that?”
“Look at how he’s fucking her.” I roll my hips, pushing deeper. “He’s in too much of a hurry to get off. If she was his, he’d be taking his time with her, savoring her.” Leaning over, I brace a hand on the glass over hers and move the other to her hip, holding her in place as I thrust harder. “Touch yourself,” I breathe.
She moves her free hand under her dress. Her head falls back on my shoulder, and I feel her clenching around me.
“Don’t come yet,” I tell her. “Look.”
She lifts her head to see the man is already fixing his pants and tucking in his shirt while the woman straightens her dress. Then, without a word to each other, they walk off in separate directions.
“He didn’t even kiss her,” she whispers.
“Because she’s not his to kiss,” I tell her.
Pulling out, I spin her around, pressing her back against the window. I lift her so her legs wrap around my waist, then plunge back inside her.
“Ah,” she cries out. Her head falls back against the window, her nails digging into my shoulders as she rolls her hips, grinding her clit against the base of cock.
Leaning in, I cover her mouth with mine, keeping my strokes steady and deep. Her legs tighten, and her body stills. “That’s it, beautiful. Let me feel you come,” I urge, my lips still fused with hers. My fingers dig into the flesh of her ass as I slam her down on my cock once, twice—
“Levi,” she pants against my lips, and that’s my undoing. My knees buckle as white-hot pleasure zips down my spine and through every nerve ending from my fingers to my toes. My eyes roll to the back of my head as I come harder than I ever have in my entire life.
I drop my head to her shoulder as I try to catch my breath before setting her on her feet.
“That was intense,” she says breathlessly.
“That was—
Suddenly, a burst of light spills into the room, bouncing off the window beside us before the door closes.
The room is eerily silent, but the shift in the air tells me that the person is still in here.
“Shhh.” I pull Hazel to my chest and whisper into her ear, “Someone’s in here.”
After a beat, the sound of heels clicking against the hard floor grows louder as the person moves closer, stopping in front of the window.
Unless they pull back the curtains, they won’t see us.
Leaning slightly, I peek around the curtain and catch sight of the person. It’s a woman. The moonlight reflects off a jeweled mask covering her entire face, and I realize it’s the same woman who was pawing all over Grayson earlier.
Hazel buries her face in my chest, her arms squeezing my waist while we stay frozen in place. After what feels like hours but is really a good five minutes or so, the woman turns away from the window and walks back to the door. A moment later, light fills the room briefly before it’s once again drenched in darkness.
Hazel sags against me. “That was close.”
10
Levi
* * *
Something about that woman in the jeweled mask nags at my subconscious. After Zeke dropped Hazel and me off at my place, we hurried inside and barely had the door closed before we practically tore each other’s clothes off and I carried her to my bed. Now my thoughts are back in that ballroom and the creepy vibe I got when that woman walked in.
“What’s your story, Hazel?” I ask as I trail my fingers up and down her naked back.
She props her chin on top of her folded hands resting on my chest. “What do you mean?”
“What brought you to Heritage Bay? Most of the people who live here are old money. They were born and raised here, or they have family in the area.”
“It’s a long, boring story.”
“I doubt that. Nothing about you is boring.” I pause a moment, looking into her eyes. “Tell me why you got freaked out by those flowers.”
Her eyes shift to the side, and she heaves a long sigh. “I met Charles Townsend III my junior year of college.”
I roll my eyes and groan. Another preppy fuck.
Hazel shifts her gaze back to me. “I know what you’re thinking.” She smirks. “But trust me when I say this story has a twist you won’t see coming.” She rolls over and scoots up until her back is resting against the headboard, tucking the sheet under her arms. “I was born in Texas. My dad was military, so we moved around a few times, but we ended up back in Texas permanently. He’s retired now. I attended the University of Texas and lived in a student housing apartment with three other roommates. One of my roommates, Kasey, had graduated, and Christine moved into her room. I didn’t socialize much, mostly because I was there on a scholarship, so I had to keep my grades up. Christine was so nice. We became fast friends, and it was like we’d known each other our entire lives. I met Charles on the first day of my economics class. He was gorgeous, sweet, and funny. I liked him immediately, and we started dating.”