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He backed me against the window, the sun-filled glass warm against my skin, and took one nipple in his mouth, sucking and nipping at one and then the other until moisture pooled between my legs. I reached down and took his cock in my hand.

“That’s it, baby,” he said roughly in his assault. “You know how to make me feel good.”

Emboldened, I began pumping, using my other hand to claw at his back. Not enough to break skin, but enough to match the delicious pain he was giving me.

“Fuck, Liv,” he roughed out.

I lowered myself between his legs, and he braced his hands on the window over me as I took the tip of his cock in my mouth. His full sack hung heavy, and I gripped it with my other hand, tugging in a way that made him beg for more.

“Open your mouth. Wider,” he ordered.

I did as he asked, resting my head back against the window and holding my jaw open as he fucked my mouth. Made me gag. Made precum drip from his thick head and spill over my tongue. Knowing what we must look like from outside made it that much hotter. I used my free hand to touch myself, getting more turned on by the second.

He stopped his assault and reached down, pulling me up and making my skin slide against the window until we were face to face. He lowered his face, nipping my breasts, and then hooked my right knee over his elbow.

Standing sex had never worked for me with past partners, but Fletcher’s long cock easily met my entrance and filled me in the hottest way.

I gasped at his size, gripping his shoulders.

“That’s it, baby, hold on tight,” he said, his voice hot on my ear as he rammed into me.

“Fletcher,” I moaned loudly, uninhibited, completely overcome with the sensation.

“I’m jealous of the person who drives by, getting to see your ass pressed against that window.”

“Fletch,” I gasped out the only word crossing my mind.

“Your tits are so fucking hot bouncing against my chest.”

My eyes rolled back in my head, completely overcome with the sensation.

“And the way your thighs ripple with each, fucking, trust.”

I had to hold on. Tight. Because I was tipping over the edge.

“Your mouth, open it for me. Open that fucking mouth.”

My lips parted, and he slid two fingers over my tongue. I sucked, rolling my tongue along the seam, and I came undone, clenching around his cock as he railed into me.

He waited until every last wave was done before coming, shuddering inside me.

When he pulled out, he kissed my shoulders, then my lips.

Resting his forehead against mine, his breath beginning to slow, he said, “It’s good to spend time with Maya, but we need time for us too.”

I smiled to myself. So much of the last few months had been about Maya and getting her to a good place emotionally. Fletcher was right—we deserved this time that was purely for ourselves and our pleasure.

“Come shower with me?” he said.

“I’d love too.”

He linked his fingers through mine, leading me back to his bathroom while I enjoyed the view of his naked body in motion.

“Is it weird that I want to watch you work out naked?” I asked.

He looked over his shoulder at me, grinning. “Isn’t that what we just did?”

I laughed. “No! I want to see all your muscles moving without your clothes in the way.”