Braden
I look down at my polished shoes, and there's nothing beneath them.
I'm floating on air.
All I see are tiny people and tiny cars.
The wind whips around my hair, and I feel like I'm flying.
Such is the benefit of being at Skybar. This ultra-exclusive club with its glass balcony is the hottest place in town right now.
I've been flirting with Jenna all night. And now I'm ready for more. She looks so fucking hot in that little silver dress.
I was stunned to see her walk out her front door wearing only that little slip. And there were no visible panty lines, so I know she's totally nude underneath there...at least that's the way I imagine it. A man’s gotta know these things.
Of course, tracing my fingers up her thighs and over her bare pussy after dinner confirmed I was right.
I've been trying to stare at her with X-ray vision all night, just to see her body.
She's looking over the edge of the glass balcony. There is glass in front of us and glass underneath us. It's the only thing standing between us and falling fifty floors down to a New York City avenue.
This place is insane. It gives me a rush that's similar to racing, that's similar to Jenna.
"Wow, Braden, I feel like I'm gonna fall. This is crazy up here."
"I know, I wanted you to see it," I say to her.
The idea of exploring new experiences with Jenna is addicting. She's fun to be around, and she appreciates every moment. Plus she has a need for speed like I do, so we're kind of on the same level.
No one's watching, so I wrap my arms around her from behind. We're looking out over the gorgeous cityscape that we have unlimited visual access to.
"It's beautiful up here," she says thoughtfully.
"You're beautiful," I say what's on my mind.
She pulls my arms around her little bit tighter. Things with Jenna are starting to go a little bit deeper. It's uncharted territory for me. I know she's been in a serious relationship before, but I'm more of a one night stand kind of guy.
To feel this way for someone should throw me off my game. But instead, she brings out the best in me. I feel like I'm finally home.
But I'm not going to admit that to her yet.
I pull my black trench coat around her to protect her from the wind.
"I can't believe we're standing on glass. I feel like I'm gonna fall," she says nervously.
"That's kind of the idea," I squeeze her tighter. "Don’t worry, though, Jenna, I'm never gonna let you fall."
She turns her head and looks up at me. I plant a kiss on her supple lips, and it feels like the wind gets knocked out of me.
Being with her is like that. It's a flux of energy that I'll never understand. Maybe it's love?
"You know, I'm really glad to be out here with you. You always push me past my comfort zone, Braden. I think that's a good thing," she says.
Her words further my understanding that I'm in the right place at the right time. I'm gonna seize this moment.
I reach up under her dress, using my coat to surround both of us so that no one sees.
I graze my fingers along her perfectly sculpted ass and then I slip them into her pussy from behind.
It's so sexy to do this up on the sky balcony where it feels like we're flying, and people are mingling behind us―and yet no one knows I'm knuckle deep in Jenna.
She gasps out in surprise and tries to maintain her balance. The world is spinning for both of us, and it's not just because we're on a balcony supported only by glass.
This may not be the safest of ideas, but I continue anyway. I'm addicted to the electric feeling of being with her, especially in public places. It speaks to both of our need to live in the fast lane, to live dangerously, and to be on the fringe of society.
I've been with a lot of fans before, a lot of socialites, and a lot of strippers. But never someone like Jenna. I've never been involved with someone who is as deep in the racing league as I am.
I've never known anybody who cares about that kind of technology as much as I do. That in itself attracts me to her more than anything. That and her body, of course.
I slide my finger along her inner lips and dispel some of the anticipation from her. She's already trying to breathe through the fact that I'm fingering her out on this unbelievable balcony.
I make it harder for her: I stroke her little pussy from the outside, making small circles the way I will soon touch her G-spot. She clenches at the glass wall in front of us, trying to steady herself.
I swipe my thumb along her clit and make lingering circles around her most sensitive spot. I start on the outside and work my way in. It's the best way. Soon I'll have her opening up like a perfect little flower.
"Braden, not out here. I feel dizzy, like I'm gonna fall."
Her admission gives me more of a spike in adrenaline. I continue what I'm doing, knowing that I'm close to getting her off. If I can make her come out here on this insane balcony, then it'll be a moment she will truly never forget.
I push my fingers into her with an adept swiftness and urgency. I speed up my movements to make her feel like I'm fucking her, to make her crave the real thing.
I swipe my thumb along her clit in slow rotations until she can't take it anymore. I'm gonna make her body explode from the inside out.
She exhales one final breath as she comes around me hard. Her pussy tightens around my hand, and I feel her body start to spasm.
I hold her closely, tightly so that she doesn't topple over the edge of this balcony. She's far and above from reality; I can tell by the euphoric expression on her face.
I pull my fingers out and let her continue to spasm.
Then I drag my soaking wet fingers over her mouth so that she can taste herself. She takes one and then the other finger and sucks on them slowly, tasting her own essence.
The fact that she does this nearly sets me over my own edge. I'm gonna have to have her tonight, and soon. Once again, I feel I can't wait to get back to the penthouse to claim her.
But there's got to be a place in this building where we can go unseen.
I need Jenna, now.
People at the bar are watching us, but I’m certain they can't tell what's going on. From their position, it just looks like I'm holding her and that we're looking off into the night sky. No one has a clue about the fact that I've just made Jenna come like there's no tomorrow.
She looks up at me with lust in her eyes, and I can tell she has a certain fervor that needs to be met.
"Follow me," I say as I take her hand and lead her off the balcony through the bar, the restaurant, and into the main hallway.
I look around for a secret exit, a way to take Jenna somewhere no one will notice.
There's the elevator, but that's not gonna give us enough time. There's the service elevator that might be a better option. My eyes dart around the building as I pull her along with me. Finally, I find an underused stairwell.
This is our spot. I open the heavy door and take her inside.
By now we both want each other bad. Jenna is grasping my hand with an expediency that I can understand. I want this just as bad as she does.
She follows me down a couple flights of stairs, and then I push her into a corner.
She's all mine now.