The voice from the alley called up again, sharper this time. “Hey! Is someone up there? I swear I saw movement in that window.”
John stayed buried deep inside me, his c**k thick and pulsing against my walls. His hand stayed pressed firmly over my mouth. We didn’t dare breathe too loud. My back was still against the cool glass, legs trembling around his waist. In the faint reflection I could see how exposed we looked, my body pinned by his, skin flushed, his muscles tense as he held me up without effort. Another involuntary flutter ran through me around him. The risk made everything feel sharper, more alive.
“Shh,” he whispered right against my ear, so quiet I barely heard it. “Not a sound, Aggie.”
I nodded slightly against his palm, heart hammering so hard I thought it might burst. Belo
