EPILOGUE
Jorie
“Mrs. Brooks,” Walsh groans as he licks between my legs. “You taste so much better as my wife.”
I want to giggle, but I let out a long moan instead as he pulls my clit through his lips to suck on it. A hand snakes up my belly to palm my breast, before he starts pinching a nipple. That is somehow connected directly to my pussy because it immediately tightens, contracts, and then I explode with a scream that I cut short because we’re in an elegant Parisian hotel and I don’t want to be crass.
Walsh chuckles as he licks me down off my high, and when I’m breathing normally again, he surprises me by pulling me off the bed.
“Wait,” I say as I pull back against him. “You need to consummate this marriage, like right now.”
Walsh laughs and pulls me off the bed harder, so I have no choice but to go. He laughs, because technically, we got married three days ago, and we sure as hell already consummated. We chose to just get our license at the courthouse with Micah and Elena in attendance, and then we boarded a private jet to Paris for a two-week honeymoon.
Of course, Walsh being Walsh, as soon as the bellman left our room, he had me naked in like two seconds flat.
“Let’s check out our view,” he says as he pulls me to the window. Our hotel supposedly has amazing views of the Eiffel Tower and knowing Walsh, he paid for the best available.
When he throws the curtains back, I just blink at the building that’s next to us completely blocking any view of the tower.
“Oh,” I say in disappointment. “Maybe they made a mistake in the reservation.”
Walsh pulls me in front of him, pushes me closer to the window, and steps up behind me so I can feel his erection at my backside. “Look closer, baby.”
And so I focus on the building that seems just feet away, and heat flushes through my body as I realize it’s some type of apartment building. It has the same elegant gray stone architecture of the building we’re in, and it looks insanely high end.
But more importantly, most of the windows are completely transparent, looking straight into people’s homes. Since it’s in the middle of the day, most blinds and windows are open. While there aren’t many people moving around in the various dwellings we can see from our hotel window, my first instinct is to move back from ours as I’m completely stark ass naked.
“Relax, Mrs. Brooks,” Walsh leans over to whisper in my ear. “This is a city of love and romance. I bet any one of those people wouldn’t mind watching some horny honeymooners getting it on, don’t you think?”
“Oh, God,” I groan as my head falls back onto his chest.
“One of my wedding presents to you,” Walsh whispers. “You wanted to fuck where people could see us.”
I was absolutely drenched from what Walsh just did to me, but now my pussy is contracting with need. Walsh slips a hand around my stomach and brings it down between my legs. He pushes us right up to the window, and my palms go out to rest against the cool glass.
“Anyone watching?” he asks as his lips go to my neck and his fingers dip inside me.
My eyes scan the various open apartments, and I see a man reading his newspaper by the window while he drinks perhaps a cup of coffee. Two over and one floor up, a woman is exercising by her window. My eyes roam around, and there’s a man a few floors up standing at his window, talking on his phone while he looks out. He’s got a hand casually tucked in his pocket as he looks down at the city street below.
And then, his gaze slides up, moves past us, and then slams back onto the scene we’re putting on.
“Man watching us,” I gasp as Walsh starts rubbing my clit. My hips buck not only from the sensation, but because the man is now watching us hungrily. He says something into the phone and then disconnects it. When he leans against the window with his forearm pressed into the glass above his head, his hand starts moving in his pocket.
“He’s turned on,” I whisper as Walsh strums between my legs. “He’s touching himself in his pocket.”
“Pinch your nipples for him,” Walsh says, his mouth still lightly grazing my neck, not even bothering to look up at the guy. I do as he asks, my gaze never leaving the man watching me across the way.
Then his hand is out of his pocket and working at his belt. He efficiently takes his dick out, and it looks very nice from where I am. It’s thick and hard, and he crudely spits in his hand to give himself some lube. The action is so dirty, and it’s so perverted that he’s getting off on me getting off, that an orgasm takes me by surprise. My back arches so my body presses into the glass, and my eyes close tight for a few seconds, while pleasure wracks my body.
“Fucking beautiful,” Walsh murmurs, and my eyes slide open, immediately locking on the man still jacking off, although his strokes have slowed down a bit too, perhaps to wait for us to start up again. He gives me a wicked smile as he masturbates.
“Fuck me, baby,” I tell Walsh as I reach a hand back and take his dick in a hard squeeze.
“As my wife demands,” Walsh says, and then he steps away for a moment. Then because I feel dirty as hell, I slip my hand down between my legs and lightly stroke my clit, but it’s so sensitive it almost hurts. The man in the other building appreciates this and throws me a devilish grin.
Walsh is back, and he’s pulled a chair to the window. He turns me so my body is parallel to the window and pushes me over the back of it. I hold onto the top edge and spread my legs as Walsh comes to stand behind me.
I watch the man in the window, who is now watching us both hungrily. His hand is moving a little faster and he’s twisting at the top. I hear the snick of a lube bottle opening, and I don’t even startle because I very much like that sound. Walsh owns my ass lock, stock, and barrel and I love his cock there.
My husband squirts some cool gel in between my ass cheeks, moving me slightly so the guy jacking off can get an unobstructed view of what Walsh is getting ready to do.
But the guy knows. He started stroking faster when he saw Walsh lubing me up.
Then I feel the fat head of Walsh’s cock at my backside, and he’s gently pushing the tip in. When it breaches the tight ring of muscle, he’s able to slide all the way in with one push.
The masturbating guy’s eyes go wide at my ability to handle that, and then I have to forget about him a moment as Walsh starts to fuck my ass. He’s putting on a show too. Because he knows I can handle it, he sets up a very fast pace.
My back arches and I toss my head in ecstasy as I take a moment to feel my husband’s dick work in and out of me. I push my hand between my legs and play with myself, and when I’m able to handle the rhythm, I turn to watch the guy jacking off. He’s tugging on his cock hard, breathing heavily as he watches us. I slide my gaze back to the other windows, and while the one guy still has his nose buried in a newspaper, apparently the woman who was exercising has stopped not only to watch, but she’s also called two of her friends to the window.
It appears we’ve got a crowd.
Walsh groans and grunts, now giving me quite a pounding because he’s turned on as hell that people are watching.
“Going to come, Jor,” he growls as he plows into me.
And then with a bark, he pulls out of me and comes all over my back and ass. The minute the first warm splash hits my skin, I climax with him. My head drops down. I groan as Walsh pushes his cock back in my ass, where he just slowly moves back and forth while his fingers spread his semen around my skin. I close my eyes and sigh with contentment. I have no clue if the guy across the way came, but I’m going to assume he did.
It doesn’t matter to me though, because my husband is then pulling out of me and drawing the curtains closed. He picks me up, carries me to the bathroom, and starts to run us a bath.
I lean back against the vanity and just take a moment to admire the hard planes of his back, and his hair that’s still way too long for a businessman, but I love it so much.
As if he senses I’m staring, he looks over his shoulder at me with a smile. “Like that?”
“Mmm-hmm,” I acknowledge with a purr. “That was hot.”
Walsh tests the water, adds some bath salts, and then stands up. He pulls me into him while we wait for the bath to fill up.
“When do you want to start making babies?” he asks casually, and it startles me so much, my head flies up and I hit him in the chin.
“Ouch,” I exclaim.
At the same time, he says, “Shit.”
We pull apart and stare at each other as we rub our respective bumps.
“Babies?” I ask in astonishment. “We just got married.”
“But we’ve known each other our entire lives,” he points out. “And babies aren’t going to change anything.”
“Says the man who doesn’t have to get fat and squirt a bowling ball out the end of his dick,” I say pointedly.
“God… I can’t wait for you to get a big tummy,” he says, pulling me back to him. “I’m going to fuck you morning, noon, and night.”
“Oh, stop it,” I chastise him, although that sounds nice.
“You really want to start?” I ask him, and his eyes sober at my question.
“I do, Jorie,” he says simply. “If you’re ready.”
“I’m ready,” I say quickly, and then I break out into a smile that feels like it might break my face as I squeal. “Oh, my God… we’re going to have kids.”
“Excited?” he asks with a laugh.
I pull away from him, rummage through one of my small bags on the vanity, and I pull out my birth control pills. I make a very ceremonious event of pushing each one out of the packet into the toilet before flushing them down.
“I have to say, Mrs. Brooks,” Walsh says with a twinkle in his eyes. “The thought of this turns me on so much, I doubt we’re going to get much sightseeing done while we’re here.”
Laughing, I toss the empty pill case in the trash and step back into my husband’s body. Laying my cheek on his chest, I tell him, “And I’m completely fine with that, Mr. Brooks.”