Through the glass (Part 5 - Final)

"I want to see you too," Mia said as she popped the button on his jeans, her voice low and breathy.

She dragged the zipper down slowly, her gaze never leaving his. The anticipation between them was thick, electric.

Her knuckles brushed the rigid line of his cock through the denim, earning a sharp inhale from him.

She shoved the jeans down over his hips, revealing sleek black boxer briefs clinging to him. His erection strained hard against the fabric, the damp spot at the tip betraying just how turned on he was.

Mia sank to her knees with deliberate grace, the plush carpet biting into her skin. She looked up at him, eyes dark with need, lashes fluttering. Her palms smoothed up his thighs as she mouthed him through the cotton.

"You don’t have to—" Alex began, voice rough.

She silenced him with a slow lick along his length, teasing him through the fabric. His head tipped back with a groan, one hand shooting out to brace against the window behind him. The other hovered near her hair, trembling with restraint.

She hooked her fingers into his waistband and tugged the boxers down. His cock sprang free, thick, flushed, already leaking at the tip. She gave him a look that was nothing short of worshipful.

"Jesus," he breathed as she wrapped her hand around him, her fingers unable to close fully around his girth. He twitched in her grip, hot and heavy, the veins standing out along his shaft.

She leaned in and dragged her tongue along the underside, from base to tip, savoring the musky taste of him. When she reached the head, she swirled her tongue slowly around it, lapping up the slick bead of pre-cum.

Alex’s hand tangled in her hair, anchoring himself, not pushing, but grounding. Mia opened her mouth and took him in, inch by inch, her lips stretching wide around him.

"Fuck, Mia—" he groaned as she slid him deep, her throat flexing as she swallowed him down.

She set a rhythm, her head bobbing in smooth, practiced motions, tongue swirling as she worked him. He moaned openly, hips twitching despite himself.

"God, you feel fucking amazing. Your mouth…" he murmured, fingers tightening as she sucked harder.

Her hand stroked the base in time with each plunge, her throat taking him deeper until tears pricked at the corners of her eyes. She gagged softly and pulled back, saliva slicking his shaft. The sounds were obscene, wet, messy, erotic.

"Stop," he rasped suddenly, tugging gently. "I don't want to come in your mouth. Not yet."

She gave one last teasing lick, letting his cock fall from her lips with a wet pop. He was flushed, glistening, twitching with need.

Alex hauled her up and kissed her, deep, hungry, tasting himself on her tongue.

Then he lifted her easily, her legs wrapping around his waist as he carried her to the bed. The city skyline glowed behind him, watching them like a silent audience.

He laid her down, sliding between her thighs, his cock dragging against her soaked center through her panties.

"Protection?" she gasped as he kissed a path down her throat.

"Drawer," he muttered, fumbling for it. He tore the foil with his teeth, rolled the condom on in one fluid stroke.

He positioned himself at her entrance, the head of his cock nudging her slick folds. He paused, breathless. "Are you sure?"

Instead of answering, Mia pulled him in with her legs.

"yes, fuck me," she said,raw, aching.

Alex eased inside her, slow and deliberate. The stretch made her gasp, eyes fluttering shut. Inch by thick inch, he filled her until he was fully seated, their bodies flush.

"Holy shit, you feel… so good," he gritted, fighting the urge to move too fast.

She rocked her hips in response, drawing him deeper. "Then fuck me like you mean it."

He withdrew almost all the way, then drove back in, hard. She cried out, clutching at his shoulders. Again. Again. Each thrust sent shockwaves through her.

"Harder," she panted, her nails digging crescents into his back.

He growled and complied, pounding into her, the sound of skin slapping skin echoing off the hotel room walls. The bed creaked beneath them, headboard slamming in time with his thrusts.

She reveled in the noise, in the raw, filthy pleasure of it. She was soaked, stretched around him, every drag of his cock pulling another gasp from her lips.

Alex shifted his angle slightly, and she gasped — eyes wide. "Right there. Oh god, right there."

"That’s it," he groaned, relentless now, grinding into her. "You’re so fucking tight— gripping me like you don’t wanna let go."

He reached between them, thumb circling her clit. Her back arched violently.

"Oh fuck—I’m close," she cried, thighs trembling.

"Come on, Mia," he urged, voice rough. "Let me feel you fall apart."

The pressure detonated inside her. She came with a cry, body spasming, pussy clenching hard around him. Alex let out a strangled groan, thrusting erratically.

"Fuck—I'm coming," he gasped, hips jerking as he spilled into the condom, every twitch of her orgasm milking the release from him.

He collapsed over her, panting into her neck, the scent of sex thick in the air.

They lay tangled in sweat and heat, chests rising and falling in sync.

Outside, the city shimmered. Behind glass walls, the lights were still on. Perhaps someone across the way had watched.

Mia smiled to herself.

Let them.