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“I don’t want to be caught. I don’t want to be humiliated. I don’t want to be embarrassed.”

“Of course you don’t, dirty bird. That’s the f**king point, isn’t it? The thought of getting caught having a mind-blowing orgasm in front of strangers is what makes it so fun. And really, how bad would it be if people knew I pleasured you? Is that something you’re embarrassed about?”

She takes a deep breath and lets it out with a shrug of her shoulders.

I don’t accept that as an answer, so I remove my hand from her back and pull her up by her hair. She has not said one thing about the hair-pulling, so that’s not going to stop. I yank it to make her move her feet, and then I tug her over to the door and open it.

“What—”

I cover her mouth with my hand and bring her out into the building hallway with me. “Take out my cock,” I instruct her.

She messes with my pants for a second, looking around wildly, and then my c**k appears. She licks her lips as she stares at it and it jumps a little in anticipation of what we’re going to do.

I slip my hands around her waist and pull her close. “Grace,” I say softly in her ear as I let go of her hair and begin to stroke it. “Listen to me. None of what I do sexually is about humiliation or control. It’s about excitement. It’s about breathtaking sexual experimentation. It’s about trust.” I cup her face for this part, because she needs to hear it. “I’m speaking softly now because public sex is about not getting caught, even though we might get caught. Do you understand?”

I reach between her legs and drag a finger across her sopping wet crease, then slip inside her. She moans through my hand still covering her mouth, and I almost lose my shit right there. Her hot breath against my hand as I press it against her face. Her panting, her heaving chest, the small sounds that leak out.

“Quiet,” I chastise her in a low voice, even though I love it. I love everything about what we’re doing right now. “I’m going to make you come here in the hallway and you’re going to be quiet. If you’re not quiet”—I point to her neighbor’s door—“someone will come look. And they will see us. And I will not stop what I’m doing. I will finish f**king you right in front of them if it comes to that. So if you don’t want to get caught, remain silent. Because if you make noise, I’m going to assume you want people to watch.”

I check her pu**y again and it’s even wetter than before. I smile at her and she smiles back.

“Do you want to be watched, Grace?” I remove my hand so she can speak.

She swallows hard. “Not now, but maybe. Someday.”

I kiss her mouth tenderly. “I’d f**king love to try that with you. I will arrange it. But right now, I’m going to f**k you in the hallway. Do you want me to f**k you in the hallway?”

She bites her lip and looks over my shoulder, her eyes darting about wildly as she tries to make a decision. And then her attention returns to me and she nods. “Yes,” she says, breathlessly.

“Face the wall and place your hands flat against it, above your head,” I command. “Do not move.” She obeys and I’m already pushing my throbbing c**k between her legs. “In the ass?”

She gasps and tries to turn around to look at me.

“Kidding,” I say as I ease my dick into her wet folds. I don’t enter her, just rub it against her, bumping up against her clit with each thrust, making her bow her head and stifle her moans of pleasure.

She’s ready to come right now and so am I, so the next thrust forward, my c**k slips right inside her. I thrust upwards and she moans loudly.

I cover her mouth and lean into her neck. “That’s the only time I’ll do that, Grace. The next time I’ll assume you want to be seen.”

My motions become faster and harder and with each forward movement, she lets out a little squeak. My hand wraps around her stomach and then drops to find her clit. Her hands stay put on the wall, like she was ordered, but her whole body is writhing, desperately trying to make contact with me in every way possible.

I feel her body tense and I thrust deeper, burying my balls up against her pu**y. She bucks her back… and opens her mouth… and screams.

Chapter Eight

BeMineGoesBothWays

IT takes me a few seconds to realize the primal noise ringing in my ears belongs to me.

Oh God, oh God, oh God.

That’s all I can think about as Asher pounds into me. His thick, thrusting c**k fills me up over and over again, pressing me against the wall. A whoosh of a door down the stairwell stops my moaning and writhing, and I stiffen. “Someone’s coming.”

But Vaughn’s motions never slow. In fact, he speeds up, his movements becoming punishing, entering me with brutal force and then pulling back so abruptly all I can think about is the emptiness he leaves behind.

Voices now, laughter. And I recognize them. The guy who lives across the hall from me. In fact, now that my needs have been satisfied, I realize I am pressed up against their door.

“Vaughn, they live here! Stop!”

He slows, moving inside me more gently. “Why would I stop? Why would I care if your neighbors see me f**king you? You wanted this, remember? Tell me why I should take you inside.”

“I don’t want them to see me,” I say simply. “Please, I don’t want them to see me.”

He turns me around, lifts my ass up, cupping my cheeks into his hands, and then he holds me close to his chest. “Grab my pants, please.” He says it with a chuckle but I do not see one thing funny about what’s happening. I can hear my neighbors’ feet shuffling up the stairs, and we’re on the third floor, it won’t take them long to get here.

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