Zane’s face flushed deeply at the bold command, the suggestiveness of the words sending a shiver down his spine. He turned his gaze to the large window before him, its glass faintly fogged from the heat of the room. Beyond it, the city lights twinkled, a stark contrast to the intimate, charged atmosphere surrounding them. His hands trembled as they gripped the windowsill, his breaths coming quicker, shallow and uneven. He wasn’t sure if it was the words, the possibility, or simply the magnetic energy between them that made him obey, but he found himself leaning forward, his palms pressing flat against the cool surface.
The juxtaposition of the bustling life outside and the private tension behind the glass only heightened the thrill. Zane’s reflection stared back at him, his dark eyes wide with a mixture of nerves and excitement. His lips parted as he exhaled slowly, trying to steady himself against the growing anticipation. The coolness of the window against his skin grounded him, yet his mind raced. He didn’t dare turn around; he could feel the weight of Jordan’s gaze on him, and the intensity of that attention sent warmth rushing through him.
Zane’s voice was soft when it came, almost a whisper, tinged with vulnerability. “I can’t believe you’d even suggest—” he began, though his words faltered as he bit down on his lip, unable to finish the sentence. The thrill of it all—the suggestion, the setting, the way his body reacted against his better judgment—was enough to leave him feeling lightheaded. His gaze wandered out the window, to the buildings beyond, wondering for a fleeting moment if anyone might look up and catch a glimpse of his silhouette. It was reckless, exhilarating, and completely out of character — or was it? It fit right in with his need to please.
@sinfulnesxx asked: “Bend over the windowsill so I can fuck you and you can look outside and smile at the neighbours.” from Jordan Baker
