Free The Arrangement 12 (The Ferro Family) by H.M. Ward

eyes travel over my body tells me that he never finished what he wanted to do with me.
    My heart pounds harder and I no longer feel ashamed, but he’s right. Once the line is crossed, there’s no going back. I know what I like and even if I don’t want to admit it to myself, I know I want him to do things to me—things that frighten me. “You’re not done with me, like that, are you?”
    He holds my gaze and shakes his head. “I want to be done with it, but it’s still the re. I still picture doing things to you.” He tears his eyes away and looks back out the window. His lungs fill with air and it makes his body swell. “I’m sorry.”
    “Don’t be.” He whirls around and gives me a quizzical look. I shrug and say awkwardly, “I kind of like it.” I’m afraid of what he’ll think of me, because I hate this. It’s not normal to want to be used and taken that way, but I do —if Sean is the one doing the taking.
    “Avery, you don’t have to pretend to—”
    “I’m not. Why do you think I’m freaked out right now? Everything you’ve done has thrown me off kilter, and instead of running the other way, I want more. What kind of screwed up person wants more?” I’m nearly in tears, because I know what this means. I’ve read my textbooks, I’ve studied. We’re both totally fucked up and it’s the blind leading the blind. We’re both going to fall down a hole.
    Sean starts laughing , and at first I’m horrified that he’s laughing at me. When he gets to the bed, he rips away the sheets and pulls me to my feet and walks me to the window. I stumble along, letting him lead me, worried that his neighbors will see my naked body. Sean pulls me in front of him and then does the last thing I expect and pushes against my back, forcing my skin to the glass.
    I gasp and try to shrink back, but he holds me there and whispers in my ear. “How does it feel?” My heart is pounding, my nipples pucker from the cold, and I feel like I’m being displayed like a piece of meat. He presses his hips against my back letting me feel how ready he is. “Answer me, Avery. Tell me if you like this or not.”
    Swallowing hard, I look over my shoulder at him, and nod. “It’s cold and wrong, and if you fucked me against the glass, I’d come in a second because we shouldn’t do it—but I like it.”
    “Is that so?”
    I nod again and try to wiggle away from him. My boobs are going to be frozen solid, plus I’m pretty sure I see people down there. “Sean?”
    He doesn’t release me. Instead he holds me in place, revealing every last inch of me to whoever is walking below. His lips find my neck and my tension eases. He whispers, “You want this, don’t you? You want me to pin you to the glass and fuck you until you fall to your knees.” I nod, but refuse to think about the repercussions, which Sean likes. “Don’t think, just feel, Avery. Do what feels right and if this feels right, do it.”
    Before I can speak, he has his pants undone and I feel his hot dick slide across my backside before he shifts my hips and forces himself inside my wet folds. Sean has me on display as he pounds into me, harder and faster, while pressing me to the glass. His hands tangle in my hair and pull it back, so I’m looking up at the sky. Coils of lust build deep within me and travel through my body, making me gasp and beg for more. He pulls my hair harder and pushes deeper, forcing my climax to erupt in vocalized pleasure. I claw at the glass as my body clutches and releases Sean’s girth over and over again.
    I’m breathing so hard , and am still so enraptured, that I don’t realize what I’m seeing at first. After a few steadying breaths, Sean pulls out and zips up. He keeps me pressed to the glass, he’s not done with me yet, but the figure below is watching. “Sean?”
    “ Mmm?” His lips are on my neck with his body pressed firmly to mine.
    “Someone’s there.”
    Sean doesn’t move. He stays there like he doesn’t