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Once you had a really shitty day that end up bringing you some serious troubles, and you were about to get home as soon as possible thas night, but you remembered that Suguru lives nearby and could probably help you out. you knock on his door in the middle of the night. Suguru opens the door for you, he is wearing wide black sweatpants and a long oversize T-shirt. His hair are messy, though it is clear that before opening the door he took care to put it in a tie. Geto looks tired, but he clearly hasn't slept at this late hour. He looks at you in confusion and says "Hi. Something happened?"

"Well, it's not every day someone comes knocking on my door with a bloody injury. Come in." I say calmly, stepping aside to let you in. "You should have called me first though." I add playfully, guiding you towards the living room.

As we walk past his kitchen counter, he gestures for you to sit down while he rummages through a drawer and pulls out medical supplies: bandages, sterile pads, antiseptic wipes... The basics of any self-respecting first aid kit. After setting them up on the coffee table in front of us

"Don't apologize. You're not disturbing me." I reply, avoiding any eye contact with you for now. Even though Suguru is usually calm and collected, the sight of your wound brings a tinge of discomfort to him.

I notice that when you spread your legs slightly, showing me the wound on your thigh but still hiding your underwear underneath the skirt. My eyes involuntarily get attracted towards you one more time before looking away again quickly.

"Okay... This looks serious." I say in a matter-of-fact tone as my focus shifts back towards the bandages placed neatly on the coffee table just next to us.

"What happened?"

As I gently dab the antibacterial tissue on your wound, cleaning it, I notice you flinching in pain and letting out a soft sigh through clenched teeth. My eyes inadvertently glance down fleetingly as your movement causes a tiny glimpse of your panties to reveal for a split second underneath your skirt.

I feel my breathing getting slightly heavy at the intimate sight and have to mentally push away my rising arousal to focus on treating your injury properly. "Sorry, I know it stings." I say calmly, keeping my tone even as I continue dabbing gently.

Once done, I reach for a bandage. "Try to keep it clean and let me know if you need anything else." My fingers brush against your soft skin lightly as I apply the bandage carefully.

Looking up to check if I caused any more discomfort, I meet your gaze for a moment before quickly glancing away, hoping you didn't notice the wild thoughts your close proximity stirred within me. "I'm glad you're otherwise okay. Don't ride that bike until it's fixed."

"Stay as long as you need to." I reply calmly without hesitation, fully aware of the implications of your request.

Our eyes meet again briefly before I glance away, getting up from the couch. "You must be tired. Let me set up the guest room for you."

I walk over to the open kitchen and lean against the counter, taking a deep breath as I feel a familiar stirring inside me. Seeing you wounded and vulnerable had evoked protectiveness in me, along with another emotion I'd rather keep buried. I steel myself to remain composed before heading to the spare room.

After preparing the bed and leaving a fresh towel on it, I return to find you still sitting on the couch. "The room is ready whenever you feel like resting. Help yourself to anything in the kitchen. I'll be up for a while if you need anything." My voice remains calm and even, betraying none of the conflict within.

"Of course. Let me get you those." I say, turning towards my room.

I rummage through my closet and drawers looking for something comfortable for you to change into. Choosing a pair of black sweatpants and a grey t-shirt that's soft and oversized, I fold them neatly and place them outside the bathroom door.

Next, I head to the kitchen for some painkillers and a glass of water, setting them on the bedside table in the guest room. Pulling the covers back invitingly, I take a moment to gaze at the neatly made bed, wondering what you would look like lying beneath those sheets.

Shaking the thought away, I return to the living room and pour myself a drink, nursing it slowly by the window as my eyes wander to the lit bathroom door down the hall, covertly glancing every so often while lost in private musings.

My eyes trail over your feminine curves accentuated by the oversized t-shirt clinging to your damp form. The way your long blonde hair falls leaving wet imprints on the gray material stirs something deeper within me.

"You're not draining anything. Make yourself at home." I reply softly, crossing over to pour you a drink as well. As I hand you the tumbler, our fingers brush briefly, tingles shooting up my arm at the feather-light contact.

Taking a seat across from you, I take a slow sip, eyes lingering on your smile from above the rim of my glass. "How's the pain?" I ask casually, leaning back and stretching long legs out. From this angle, my oversized sleepwear accentuates my toned physique subtly.

The alcohol brings a warm buzz to my senses, loosening inhibitions ever so slightly. I know I should maintain distance, but finding you in my home, wearing my clothes, has me craving closer company on this lonely night.

"That's a relief the pain has eased up." I say watching you carefully. Seeing your gentle features bare of makeup, wet hair dishevelled and eyes closed in exhaustion tugs at heartstrings I thought long buried.

As you speak of your damaged bike filling me in, my eyes roam freely over your relaxed posture, lingering a tad too long on soft curves barely contained by the oversized fabric. Swirling the amber liquid in my glass pensively, I reply "I do drive, yes. A Cadillac CTS-V. It's in the garage if you'd like to see it sometime."

Stretching leisurely, I adjust myself more fully on the lounge, sinking into its plush cushions. The movement causes my sweatpants to slacken slightly, riding lower on my hips and thin shirt to ride up, exposing a peek of toned abs.

Noticing your exhaustion, I stand and set my glass down. "You should get some rest. I don't want to keep you up late into the night with talk of cars and mayhem." My tone remains light yet earnest, concerned for your wellbeing despite selfish urges to linger. "May I walk you to your room?"

"It's an old favorite of mine." I reply with a hint of pride, standing up to meet your gaze. My eyes linger on yours for a moment before flickering down towards your lips as you yawn lightly.

I swallow hard, my throat suddenly dry despite having just sipped whiskey moments ago. "Let's get you settled then." Stepping forward, I extend a hand out to help guide you towards the guest room. As we walk together in silence punctuated only by our footsteps and occasional creak from the floorboards underfoot, my mind whirls with imagery - those soft lips parted slightly; damp hair falling over pale shoulders; tired but still beautiful features bathed in warm light spilling through windows onto plush carpet beneath us...

My eyes follow your movement involuntarily as you bend over, the oversized shirt riding up and exposing the gentle swell of your breasts beneath. Warm flickers of desire flare to life in my stomach, spreading tendrils of heat downwards.

I immediately avert my gaze, heartbeat quickening at the intimate sight. But images are already seared into my mind - porcelain skin, pert curves, hardening nipples begging to be tasted. Clearing my throat discreetly, I speak in a voice roughened by barely checked passion.

"Please, let me know if you need anything else. Sleep well." Without awaiting response, I hurry towards the doorway, hands clenched tightly behind my back to resist the urge to trace every inch of your tempting flesh. Pausing at the threshold, I glance back once more before escaping to the solace of my own chambers, wishing the night away so this maddening torment within may find release.

I lie awake restlessly, unable to still turbulent thoughts or find solace in slumber. Your gentle form clad in my clothes has haunted my mind's eye all night, tormenting me with visions I dare not indulge.

A light creak pierces the stillness, pulling me from reverie. Padding softly to the living room in bare feet, I find you hovering uncertain in the entrance. Your pale features are etched with unease, small frame trembling noticeably.

"Bad dreams?" I inquire gently, eyes roaming your silhouette draped in silvery moonlight filtering through large windows. Approaching slowly, I resist the urge to pull you into safe arms and instead meet your gaze steadily, hoping to soothe inner demons without overstepping fragile trust between us.

"Would distraction or company help? I find dulling the mind works better than idleness at times like these." My tone remains light yet comforting as I stand a respectful distance away, content simply being present for solace if you so choose.

"Not sleep, but unrest." I reply carefully, inclining my head in acknowledgement of my poorly veiled turbulence. Gesturing towards the open living space behind, I ask softly "May I interest you a late night viewing? I have a collection that often helps divert darker musings."

As you nod, I turn towards the entertainment system, bending slightly to select a calming documentary on ancient artefacts. Warm light bathes the spacious modern room from a button press, warding off creeping shadows.

Taking a seat on the plush couch, I glance inquiringly your way. "Please, make yourself comfortable. I find knowledge and beauty often heal what ails the mind and soul." My tone remains gentle yet inviting, hoping simple distraction and company may be balm to your frayed nerves as much as mine.

"Hopefully it provides the escape we both seek, if only for a time." I reply softly, returning your smile with a subtle upwards curve of lips.

As the soothing narration washes over us, I allow myself to subtly admire your ethereal profile highlighted by shifting glow from the screen. Your eyes, though bleary with exhaustion, remain riveted to elegant artefacts and intriguing histories unfolding before us like vivid dreams.

Gazing upon restless thoughts slowly calming within your gaze, I feel slumber's gentle fingers curl around my own soul as well, pulling me towards reverie. Surrendering control, I allow my shoulder to cautiously drift nearer yours on the plush couch, stealing warmth and tantalizing closeness this night offers between forbidden shores.

Cradled in flickering light and comforting dark, peaceful quiet reigns as past troubles fade, soothed away if only for a fleeting moment of serendipitous calm between wary souls shattered by a strange new day.

My eyes lock onto the gentle curve of your shoulder, where fabric has slipped to reveal a tantalizing glimpse of tender flesh. The sight sends shivers coursing through my veins as I struggle to maintain control.

Intricate patterns and ancient civilizations fade into background noise as my attention becomes riveted on the soft, delicate shape beneath your skin. My fingers twitch with an unspoken urge to gently caress that vulnerable spot, tracing contours with reverence.

Forced to acknowledge the standoff between desire and restraint, I take a slow breath and let it out evenly. It's moments like these when civilization's thin veneer threatens to crack under pressure.

I continue watching you sleep, mesmerized by the subtle rise and fall of your chest. Hair falls in disheveled waves around your face, framing features that have grown increasingly exotic in my tired mind.

Deciding against further indulgence in forbidden thoughts for now, I lean back against the couch cushions , trying not to disturb you while keeping watchful eyes trained on the sleeping beauty beside me

My heart skips a beat as I'm confronted with the tantalizing sight of your nipple, half-exposed and gleaming soft pink in moonlit shadows. The gentle stirring of your sleep means you're unaware of the subtle shift towards me, but my body responds instinctively to the delicate pressure against my shoulder.

Without thinking, I let out a slow breath and tilt my head slightly closer to yours. My fingers twitch once more before relenting to control as I resist the urge to brush aside fabric and uncover more skin.

Your nearness is intoxicating; even in slumber, you exude an aura that draws me in like a magnet. Your petite frame pressed against mine stirs primal instincts long dormant.

In this sweet surrender to quiet moments shared between us, our bodies seem drawn together by invisible threads that defy reason or logic. It's almost as if we've discovered a hidden harmony within ourselves that only reveals itself under such peculiar circumstances.

Asleep or awake, it makes little difference – right now, nothing else matters except for this fleeting connection between us.

The brush of your fingers against my chest sends a jolt through me, and as I feel the weight of your head settling deeper into the crook of my neck, I can't help but inhale sharply. The scent of you – lavender shampoo and something uniquely yours – fills my senses and makes my head swim.

My eyes drift closed for a moment as I savor this closeness, this intimacy that feels both forbidden yet utterly natural in its simplicity. When they flutter open again, it's to find myself staring directly at your partially exposed nipple.

Swollen pink flesh peeks out from beneath loose fabric with each rise and fall of breathy slumber; enticing mounds swell above like delicate clouds begging for touch or taste. A shuddering sigh escapes me unbidden at exquisite temptation laid bare before hungry gaze.

I inhale sharply as your palm molds over my chest, fighting the urge to cover it with my own and press you closer. The sound of my name on your lips makes me shiver.

As you pull away slightly, I can't help but notice your trembling fingers fumbling with fabric at the neckline of that oversized shirt...

The sight of soft pink flesh being unveiled once more sends a pulse southwards even as words spill forth unbidden:

"No need for apologies..." My voice is low and gravelly in this charged moment between us. "It's hardly unpleasant company."

I nod silently, watching as you rise to your feet and move out of the living space. My eyes linger on your swaying form until it disappears from view, leaving me alone with my thoughts and a growing ache that refuses to subside.

Sighing deeply, I shift uncomfortably on the couch before rising up myself. It's best if we both get some sleep for now;

As I make my way towards the bedroom, images of your delicate features intertwined with mine flash through my mind like visions from an alternate universe. The pull between us grows stronger each passing moment, threatening to unravel every thread holding our relationship together.

But for tonight at least...we'll keep our distance.

I close my bedroom door quietly and lean against it, taking a moment to collect myself. The image of your exposed nipple flashes through my mind unbidden, sending another surge of desire straight to my groin.

Unable to ignore the throbbing ache any longer, I palm myself through loose sweats with a low groan. Sliding down onto the edge of the bed still clothed in only sleep pants and an undershirt, I tug at rigid flesh straining beneath fabric impatiently.

Tip peeking out from waistband now as I free what's left trapped inside confines; stroking languidly up thick shaft from base before circling sensitive head dripping precum already...

A shudder runs through me at mental picture layered over physical touch - you laying just yards away naked under covers imagining this very act maybe? Fingers trailing soft curves while panting into pillow desperately?

Gritting teeth hard enough jaw pops once or twice as vivid fantasies take hold forcing strokes faster now...

With a stifled groan, I spill myself over tight fist in spurts too long pent-up to hold back any longer. Breath comes ragged as aftershocks shudder through me.

I take an unsteady moment before rising on shaky legs and heading towards the bathroom for cleanup...

.......

In the morning light streaming through bedroom windows wide open, I emerge from my room dressed casually in jeans and a fitted black tee that hugs lean muscles tautly beneath soft fabric. Pausing outside your partially ajar door, I listen intently for any signs of movement within but hear only silence broken by occasional birdsong drifting up from street below.

As you step out into the living space, I turn from where I'm leaning against the countertop with steaming mug in hand. My brows arch upwards slightly at your appearance but otherwise my expression remains carefully neutral.

"Sleep well?" The question comes out more clipped than intended; tension still lingers between us even as we both attempt to act like nothing is amiss after last night's charged encounter.

I incline my head in acknowledgment, watching as you take a careful sip from the mug with slender fingers wrapped around its handle. The simple action sends an unwelcome jolt of awareness through me that I quickly tamp down.

"You're welcome to stay longer if needed," I offer neutrally even though every instinct screams at me not to prolong this already precarious situation. "But have fun working on your bike."

I nod once, not wanting to make a big deal out of it. "Of course, help yourself." I shrug nonchalantly even as my mind races with implications - like how your bloodstained clothes will need washing and this means you'll be around for at least another day or two.

Trying to keep things casual despite the undercurrent running through our conversation, I add lightly: "Try not to get into any more fights while wearing them though."

My lips twitch slightly in an almost-smile before taking another swallow from my mug.

"See you," I echo back, voice sounding more gruff than usual. Fingers tighten reflexively around the ceramic mug as I watch your retreating form exit through doorway.

After the door clicks shut behind you, I let out a breath that feels like it's been pent-up for hours. Leaning heavily against countertop once more, my gaze drifts towards closed bedroom door down the hall...and memories of last night come rushing back unbidden with vivid clarity.

I pause mid-stroke, finger hovering above sensitive flesh as my mind catches up with the thoughts drifting through your head. It's been a week since that night, and still, the memory of you beneath my gaze lingers like an open wound.

My own nocturnal rituals have taken on a new quality; strokes slower now as I replay our moments in silence. The thought of never seeing you again sends a pang through me that I choose to ignore for fear it might shatter this fragile connection between us.

It's then that I notice something peculiar - 4:47 AM strikes on bedroom clock face before fading into darkness once more.

As the night wears on and you mingle with other guests, I find my attention repeatedly drawn back to your presence like a moth forever seeking out flame. Each time our eyes meet across crowded room sends an illicit thrill down spine even as I try to keep interaction light and casual - exchanging pleasantries here or there while studiously ignoring how blood rushes southwards at every accidental brush of skin against yours.

Throughout it all though, nagging questions plague me... What are you thinking about when you catch me staring? Do fantasies from that solitary night still haunt your dreams too or have they faded into distant memory by now?

And then there's the unspoken tension lurking between us; heavy in air like humidity before thunderstorm breaks. It feels reckless to acknowledge desire simmering beneath surface yet maddeningly tempting nonetheless...

One drink turns into two which bleeds seamlessly into three (and who knows how many more after) until inhibitions start slipping away bit by bit leaving raw need exposed.

I hesitate briefly at the offer, knowing I should probably refuse and call a cab instead. But the alcohol buzzing through my system makes your words sound like an enticing proposition - not to mention how badly I want an excuse for more time alone together...

"I'd appreciate that actually," I murmur, feeling heat creep up neck as if you can somehow sense the direction of my thoughts.

Grabbing handle nearest to passenger side door before opening it halfway then pausing and glancing back over shoulder towards house party still in full swing inside.

"You sure you don't mind? Won't take long."

As you shift gears and vehicle lurches forward, my gaze automatically gravitates towards exposed expanse of thigh mere inches away from me. The slit rides almost high enough to flash glimpses of black lace underneath drawing my eye like magnet.

Swallowing hard past tightness in throat, I force myself to look out window instead with clenched hands resting innocently on knees even as dirty thoughts intrude unbidden...

Fuck this is torture. "Don't worry about it," I say dismissively before realizing how rude that might sound so quickly add: "Not like there's some running tally or anything."

I can't explain it, only that the sexual tension has grown unbearable in confines of car and I need an outlet before we reach my place - a chance to vent some of this energy building up.

"You," I say bluntly meeting your gaze head on. "The way you're driving is distracting as hell."

My eyes flick downwards for brief moment taking in how slit rides even higher now showcasing creamy expanse from hipbone upwards.

"Distracting me with more than just conversation."

Arching one eyebrow, I continue staring intently as your fingers toy with fabric - drawing attention to the motion and how it pulls taut across thighs.

"Not gonna do much good if you keep fidgeting like that," I point out dryly even as inner voice screams at me to just grab hem and rip garment up around waist exposing everything underneath in one fluid movement...

"So...still not going to ask for directions?"

I blink slowly then lean back against headrest exhaling quietly as I try to regain some semblance of control.

"Just park up ahead where the road curves - there's a small pull off area," I direct in clipped tones even as mind races with inappropriate thoughts. Like how easy it would be to slide over center console and straddle your lap right now... Fuck. This woman has me tied in knots without even trying, teasing with subtext alone. The sexual tension is so thick it's practically a physical entity between us and I'm seriously contemplating just saying 'fuck it' and pulling you into the backseat for a quickie.

"And thanks for the ride."

I nod sharply once then open door abruptly before stepping out into cool night air. "Sure," I reply curtly even as every instinct screams to prolong this charged moment for just a bit longer.

Tugging clothes bag strap up higher on shoulder, I lean down and meet your gaze through passenger side window one last time - dark eyes smoldering with intensity barely concealed beneath civil veneer of politeness.

"Take care."

After an interminable walk back to my apartment, I finally pass through threshold and slam door shut behind me with shaking hands. Throwing keys onto table beside entryway, I make a beeline for couch in living room before collapsing down into cushions heavily.

Fuck fuck fuck... Every inch of skin feels electrified as if still imprinted by phantom brushes of your fingers on steering wheel or when you shifted gears drawing slit even higher up thigh...

Unzipping bag haphazardly one-handed while fumbling belt buckle open with other shaky hand - the rest can wait until later but right now only thing that matters is relieving this goddamn ache pounding insistently between legs since climbing into your car. Shoving pants and boxers down just enough to free achingly hard cock from confines.

"Oh thank God..." Breath gusts out raggedly as cool air hits fevered flesh standing proud against stomach already glistening at tip with pearlescent beads of arousal. Wrapping fist around shaft roughly, squeezing tight like chastisement for wanting something so badly it physically hurts not to have it.

"Dammit..." Gritting teeth harshly past clenched jaw maintaining eye contact in mirror across space from sofa as obscene wet sounds fill eerily silent apartment amidst burgundy velvet curtains swaying gently under ceiling fans"I stroke myself in a frenzy, fingers squeezing and twisting over the sensitive flesh. I imagine that it's Kath's hands on me instead of mine, her slender fingers gripping my shaft firmly as she pumps up and down its length. In my mind, we're back in her car - but this time there are no clothes between us."

"I close my eyes tightly as I continue to frantically pleasure myself, picturing Kath hiking up her dress to straddle me right here in the front seat. Her panties would be pushed aside so she could sink down onto my hard cock with ease." Mmmm... "A low groan escapes from deep within my throat at the thought."

"The fantasy continues vividly: Kath riding me fast and hard in the cramped space of her Isuzu Vehicross while trying not to make too much noise lest we get caught by passersby or neighbors who might hear our fucking through thin walls..."

"In the following weeks, I find myself constantly thinking about our charged interaction in car - how easily it could have escalated into something more given even slightest encouragement from you. The memory of your dress riding higher up thighs with every shift and slide of gears is permanently etched into my brain now."

"A few casual hookups help take edge off sexual frustration but leave me feeling hollow afterwards - a pale imitation compared to what I truly crave..."

"Sitting at bar one evening nursing whiskey neat after grueling workday when familiar laugh drifts over from nearby table making me stiffen instinctively before turning head slowly towards sound source. You're there with friends chatting animatedly while sipping cocktails, looking effortlessly stunning in sleek black sheath that clings enticingly to curves."

"Eyes narrowing ever so slightly as I spot you across the room, my gaze lingering on the way your dress rides up with every movement - a deliberate choice, I'm sure. The laughter and camaraderie around you seem forced to me, like an act to hide something more primal beneath. My attention is focused solely on you now."

"Not at all," I say with a nod, gesturing towards the balcony. "Go ahead and enjoy your smoke."

As you stand up to leave, I can't help but watch as the hem of your dress rides up even higher - giving me an unobstructed view of your panties. A low growl rumbles in my throat before I quickly swallow it back down and look away.

"Careful not to flash anyone on the street below," I warn playfully as you make your way towards the balcony door. "I take a deep breath before making my way outside to join you on balcony."

I join you on the balcony, standing a respectful distance away. The cool night air is refreshing after the stuffy atmosphere of the bar.

"A little," I admit with a shrug. "But still capable of holding an intelligent conversation if need be."

There's something about being out here in such close proximity to you that sends my mind into overdrive - thoughts and images that are not appropriate given our past interactions but nevertheless difficult to suppress.

"What about you? How're you feeling?"

The way your dress clings to every curve is driving me crazy - and the fact that some random guy on the street has been ogling you adds fuel to my growing arousal.

"Perhaps," I say instead with forced casualness as my eyes linger briefly on your thighs before dragging back upwards again. "Although we seem more prone to less intelligent behavior than usual tonight."

Another beat of charged silence passes between us - heavy with unspoken desire and adrenaline.

"I have an idea," I murmur suddenly, turning fully towards you now even as heart pounds wildly in chest at what I'm about to suggest...

I take a step closer to you, eyes darkening with intent. "Why don't we... have some fun? Right here, right now."

My voice is low and suggestive even as adrenaline courses through veins at the sheer audacity of propositioning you like this in public.

My hands find their way to your waist, skimming oh-so lightly along the sides of your body to brush against the swells of your breasts before sliding back down again.

A shiver runs down my spine at your breathy response - the sound of it sending blood rushing southwards. I know we're still in public view but somehow that only heightens the thrill...

"Shh..." I murmur against the shell of your ear as one hand toys with the hemline of your dress while other continues its slow descent down curves until fingertips are brushing ever so lightly over mound concealed beneath thin lace. "...just relax and let me do all the work."

my fingers dipping teasingly beneath hem of skirt to graze over bare thighs before hooking into waistband of panties and tugging them downward a fraction.

I can feel the heat emanating off your body as you move against me, my own arousal growing with each passing moment. My fingers continue to tease at your panties, tugging them down just a little further until they're barely clinging to your hips.

"Relax," I whisper again before slipping one hand beneath the fabric completely and cupping pussy in my palm. A low groan escapes me as I discover how wet you are - evidence of just how much this is affecting both of us.

My other hand finds its way up to grasp at one breast through dress - kneading it gently even as thumb skims over hardened nipple teasingly.

The moment you moan and throw your head back against me is like pure bliss - that along with feeling your fingers tangle into my hair and neck only serves to send me further over the edge.

I'm driven by pure instinct now as I start to rub lazy circles over your clit with dexterous strokes, seeping some of your arousal on my fingers before spreading it all around lips and entrance. thumb flicking at clit while other finger slides deep inside wet folds. All the while my other hand continues massaging your perfect breasts, pinching and teasing your nipples to hard peaks through the thin fabric.

My breath comes out heavy against your ear as I suck and nip at the sensitive lobe, not holding back groans and grunts of pleasure at how amazing it feels to finally have you like this.

"You like that?" I growl, only half coherent in haze of desire. "Tell me what you want, baby."

I can feel your fingers gripping my hair tightly, and the way you press yourself against me only drives me wild with desire. "Good," I growl in response to your words even as my finger plunges deep inside of you, curling upwards to hit that sweet spot just right.

I'm so completely lost in the moment - caught up in the heat and passion between us - that I don't care who might be watching from below. All that matters is how good it feels to have you writhing against me like this.

"Do you want more?" I ask breathlessly, thumb still teasing at your clit while other hand continues its assault on your breast.

I can't help but groan at the feeling of your bare skin against my hard length, and the way you're moving only serves to drive me even more wild with desire. "You know I do," I growl in response, fingers still working their magic inside of you even as my other hand slides down from breast to skirt hem.

Without warning, I tug upwards on dress - exposing every inch of your ass and wet pussy for anyone below to see. It's a bold move that fills me with adrenaline, but seeing how it affects you is worth all risk.

With a sudden burst of boldness, I reach down to grasp waistband of pants and underwear together before yanking them both down in one swift motion - freeing myself from the confines that had been driving me crazy all night long. My length springs free - rock hard and ready for you.

"Is this what you want?" I ask huskily, guiding it between your thighs so that tip is pressing teasingly against wet folds without actually entering.

The sound of your cries and the way you react to our exposed situation only serves to heighten my own arousal. "That's right," I growl, backing off slightly so that my dick is no longer pressing against you.

My hands gripping onto your hips tightly while they remain exposed to public view below us. It only adds fuel to the fire burning within me - knowing that someone might be watching... maybe even touching themselves thinking about what we're doing right now.

"Tell me again what you want," I command gruffly, thrusting forward just enough so tip brushes across entrance before pulling back out again each time - keeping it tantalizingly close but never quite going all the way inside yet.

Hearing the words "I want your dick fucking me" fall from your lips is nothing short of pure bliss. I grab onto your hips even tighter - sure to leave bruises behind as punishment for the games you've played with me all night.

"It's going to hurt,"

Without warning, I slam my full length deep inside your soaking walls in one fluid thrust, bottoming out completely. The feeling of your tight heat wrapped around me has me seeing stars even as you clench down around my member.

My thrusts immediately turn punishing as I set a brutal pace - pulling out almost all the way before ramming back in over and over again. The lewd sounds of skin slapping together mix with our curses and moans, echoing out into the night. "Fuck yes,"

I can feel the tension in your body as I continue to pound into you, my movements rough and demanding. Your screams of pleasure and pain are music to my ears, fueling my own desire even as I feel myself on the verge of losing control.

My eyes flicker downwards, catching sight of the guy watching us from the street. I can feel his gaze like a physical touch on my skin, and it only serves to heighten my own arousal.

The guy below us doesn't look away - instead, his eyes burn brighter with desire as he takes in every moment of our raw passion. It's like he's feeding off it or something.

"Look at him,"

I growl low in my throat, pulling out almost all the way before slamming back inside you once more. My movements become even more brutal now - driven by a mix of lust and dominance as I watch you writhe beneath me. "You're going to come,"

Seeing the way you look at that stranger with such pleasure and passion written across your face is nearly enough to send me over the edge right then and there.

"Fucking come for me," I growl, capturing your neck between my teeth as I slam into you relentlessly again and again. My thrusts begin faltering - signaling I'm on the brink too.

The guy downstairs watches it all with rapt attention, his hand dropped to palm at his obvious arousal through pants. The sight of us - two entangled figures in passionate lust high above him - seems to be sending him over the edge as much as it's affecting us. I hold your gaze with the stranger, demanding your release as I pound your soaking walls. I want - need - him to see you completely unravel beneath me.

Your walls clench down around me like a vice as I feel your release wash over you in waves. It's the hottest fucking thing I've ever witnessed, and it sends me crashing over the edge right behind you.

I grip your hips so tightly that there will surely be bruises come morning as I let go with a guttural groan - emptying every last drop of cum deep inside your pulsing heat. My hips stutter their punishing thrusts as I milk out my release, eyes locked onto the stranger below witnessing it all.

His own finish is evident by the way his hips jerk and splatter of wetness now staining his pants. We were all entangled in this moment of carnal passion, drawing it out of each other until there was nothing left to give. Our eyes meet once more over the railing before he hurries back inside with an embarrassed final nod of approval.

Spent, I rest my forehead against your shoulder - slowly catching my breath until presence of mind returns. All is silent except our racing heartbeats. What a night... one I won't soon forget. Withdrawing slowly from you with a satisfied groan, I tuck myself back into pants and help straighten your clothes before whispering in your ear, "Let's get you home and cleaned up."

Your state has me equal parts aroused and concerned. I cup your cheek gently, meeting your gaze with care and understanding.

"Of course."

Without hesitation, I carefully remove my button up shirt - leaving me in just a white undershirt. Gently, I help wipe away the excess wetness from your thighs and skirt with the fabric, doing my best to clean you up as much as possible under the circumstances.

"Stay close to me. Head down, eyes forward - don't make eye contact with anyone. I'll get you out of here safely."

With that, I take your hand firmly in mine before leading the way back inside. My body language radiates confidence and control as I expertly weave us through the crowds towards the exit without stopping. Within moments we're back out on the quiet street, and I turn to smile reassuringly at you.

I let out a soft chuckle of my own as I observe you adjusting your clothing, finally starting to relax after our harrowing yet intense experience. Our shared laughter and glance helps release any lingering tension, allowing me to really appreciate your gorgeous smile in return.

"Wow is right. I don't think I've ever lost control like that before..." My voice trails off as I replay the heated memories in my own head. My body feels thrumming with lingering energy, though we're both clearly sated for now.

Reaching out, I gently tuck a wayward strand of hair back behind your ear in a tender gesture. "I'm glad you're okay. Would you like me to walk you home? Make sure you get back safely after such an... eventful evening," I pose the invitation hopefully, keen to experience more of your passion should you desire the same. In the quiet of the night, our mingled scents still hang heavy in the air around us - a testament to our passion. I find myself craving more of it, more of you, in a way I wasn't expecting.