I can't move.
My feet are stuck to the floor. My palms are glued to my sides. And my eyes are squeezed shut.
I try to pull some sort of will power forward. Something that would shove him away. To tell him to fuck off. But nothing comes. And honestly, I don't want it to.
Sin's lips trail down my jaw. Feathering down my neck with a lightness I'd never seen in him. His fingers still hold my hips like he's making sure I won't suddenly disappear or jolt away from him.
My eyes suddenly snap open and I search out Arrow.
I find him sitting on the arm of the couch just a few feet away. He looks calm as he watches the two of us. So calm and so unbothered that it stirs something in me. And I'm not sure if I'm trying to make him react or that I'm relieved he isn't reacting at all. But I find myself moving. My arms wrap around Sin's neck and I pull him closer, pressing myself against him. He lets out a soft growl against the skin of my neck and his hands clench on my hips.
His right hand move down my hips and brushes the inside of my thigh. I jerk. The feeling of his palm so close to me makes me tense.
Sin's lips touch the top of my ear and I jerk again. "Shhh," He caresses my thigh in long sweeping motions. Up and down. Heat is flooding down my stomach and pooling in my core. It's impossible to remain still. "Trust me." He says.
I nearly snort. But all I manage is a harsh exhale that sounds like a odd breathy laugh.
He chuckles. Low and harsh. The sound vibrates through my ribcage. "Trust me to fuck you the way you deserve to be fucked, Ivy."
My lips pressed together, but reluctantly, I relax. I sink back into him. Letting him lead. He grunts his approval and spins me around. His front now pressed to my back. My eyes find Arrow's again. But the contact doesn't last because Sun's fingers brush against my pussy through the sweats and my head falls back against his chest.
His lips work down my neck, biting and licking and kissing as they go. His hand continues to rub my pussy in slow agonizing circles through Arrow's sweats. His touch is slow and so light that I try to move closer to him to gain more friction but he keeps moving further away.
He suddenly steps back, his hand moving just to hold me up by my waist. I turn to look back at him but he spins me towards the window.
"Against the glass."
He releases me and I look back at him. "What?" I sound so lost that I almost cringe.
He nods to the glass window. "Palms on the glass. Arms straight."
I hesitated but after a brief raise of his eyebrow I was moving quickly for the glass. He wasn't in the mood for playing and neither was I. I was dying for his touch. Dying for release. For everything he had to offer.
So I listened. I press my palms against the glass and straighten my arms. The glass around my hands goes white from the heat of my skin.
I feel nothing for a few moments. Then I feel Sin's hands around the waistband of the sweats. He starts to tug them down slowly, giving me plenty of time to stop him but I don't.
There's no noise. No nothing. But I can see the two of them in the glass staring at me. Staring at my legs and my bare ass. It's not like they'd never seen it before. Hell- Arrow had slapped it until it was red.
There's a shuffle and I look through the glass again. At first, I don't see Sin. But I feel him. He nudges my feet from the floor. From the space between my legs.
From his fucking knees.
Sin is on his knees for me.
Fuck, I don't think there's anything hotter.
But that would be a lie, because moments after I spread my legs, Sin grabs my thighs and pushes his tongue into my pussy.
I moan and push back into him. He doesn't stop me, just squeezes my thighs harder and moves his tongue slowly up and down. When he finds my clit he flicks it with his tongue and I writhe, rolling my hips and begging him for more.
Watching Sin in the glass as he eats my pussy is almost as a amazing as the feelings he's igniting. He's simply ravenous. His licks and sucks are sending me through the fucking roof. So much so that I have to rest my head against my outstretched arm.
"Fuck," I finally moan. "Sin."
He grunts and continues. His tongue flicking over my clit again. And again. Faster now. My orgasm starts to crest and I'm afraid I might break through the damn glass as I push back harder. But I do everything I can to get closer to him and his sinful mouth.
My orgasm grips through me, sending me over the edge and I ball my fists against the glass. Riding it out as Sin continues to flick my clit.
I don't even have time to come down from my high before he's standing and pulling down his slacks. I start to push away from the glass when he puts a hand on my lower back. "Your shirt. Take it off." His voice is low and cool. Grabbing the hem of Arrows large shirt, I tug it over my head. "Turn around."
Goosebumps crawl down my flesh as I turn to face him and Arrow. I know covering is pointless, they'd already seen it all in the glass anyways but I still want to. I start to bring my hands over my lower stomach when Sin sends me a look and I stop.
Sin doesn't look for long. With a small growl, he rips his shirt off. And tugs his underwear off. I can't even get a good look at him, at his glorious fucking body before he spins me and places my hands back against the glass.
It's still dark out. I wouldn't expect the first light until at least eight. But I still feel as if the entire city can see me. That everyone outside this window is watching me. Watching us. And for some reason that made it all hotter.
I don't have time to think about how fucked up it is because he's behind me. He presses the tip against my wetness, sliding his cock up and down my folds. He pushes forward just a bit, letting his tip push inside. I writhe uncomfortably trying to get him to push all the way but he remains still.
"Please," I beg, knowing my pride is already on the floor with the rest of my clothes. "Please Sin."
"Grey," He snarls, grabbing a fistful of my hair and jerking my head back until he's breathing against my neck. "You will call me Grey."
He doesn't leave me room to argue, he releases my hair and thrusts all the way in. My body lurches forward and I can barely keep standing as pleasure rolls down my spine.
"Fuck," He groans, letting the French leak into his voice.
My pussy clenches around him. I loved that voice. I loved his accent.
Grey's hands wrap around my hips and he begins fucking me with a relentless pace. I try to push back into him and meet him thrust for thrust but I can't. I can't keep up. So I brace my hands on the glass and throw my head back. "Grey," I moan.
"Fuck yes, angel." He praises. My pleasure rises. My skin prickles with pink. "You're feel so fucking good." I moan at his praises. I'm sure I'm practically glowing at the seams too.
He notices. He tugs my hair back- gentler this time. And whispers in my ear: "Do you like that, angel? Do you like when I tell you what a good fucking girl you are? How stunning you look on my cock?" My pussy clenches like a vice around him and my back bows further. The sound of us fucking had filled the room but his thrusts slow until he's just barely pushing in and out of me. "Hmm, you're gonna take my cock until I come in that gorgeous pussy of yours, do you understand?"
I nod. He yanks my hair. "Yes," I gasp. "Yes, I understand." He releases my hair and moves his hand down to pinch my nipple. I squirm as pleasure snakes down my spine.
"Good girl." He thrusts hard. So hard that my hands nearly slip from the glass. His hands move back to my hips and he's thrusting like a mad man. Fucking me hard and relentlessly and the worst part is- I like it. God do I fucking like it. I can't stop moaning as he keeps thrusting. His hips slapping against my ass and his cock buried so deep that I know no man- maybe aside from Arrow will ever live up.
"Fuck," Grey grunts, his fingers clenching on my hips as his thrusts lose their rhythm. I clench around him and he says something under his breath in what I assume is French. I feel his come warm my pussy as his cock throbs inside me.
I rest my head against my arm and take deep breath after deep breath. Trying to gain back my sanity. But I had a feeling- after this... it may never return.
"Are you tired, angel?" Grey finally speaks after a few moments of heavy breathing.
I nod my head against my arm. Grey's arms wrap around me and he pulls me upright off the glass, still inside me.
"That's too bad," He whispers in my ear. "We're not done with you."