They had the exact thought at the exact same time, perceptibly so; Don held him tighter, and found his c**k with the other hand, caresses inexorable and demanding and just the right side of rough. “You know no one can see us—we’re not even next to your windows, even if they are open—”
“No,” Raine said, “no, I mean yes—I mean, no, no one can see us—Don—”
“You like that idea, too, don’t you, little Cupid?” He kept his hand moving: ceaseless ministrations, and Raine’s hips were rocking, pushing into his hand, and Raine’s breaths were shakier and swifter, and that wet spot was much more wet now. “You wouldn’t really, and I wouldn’t—you’re all mine, you keep other people out, you’re only mine, and I want that—but you like thinking about it. About me f*****g you against one of your windows, or
