The Show (Chicago #7)

I got a few more texts from Mark then:

Mark: Mmm

Mark: Can't wait to feel how wet you are for me

Mark: Just parked ;)

Despite my nerves, I felt myself reacting, knowing that he'd finally arrived. I was so turned on. As I waited for Mark to ring the buzzer, I kept seeing the image of Chris cumming on his window, thinking about feeling it in my mouth or pussy. All of that cum... it might go everywhere. Dripping down my chin. Or all over my chest. My face. Totally covering me.

The loud buzz of the intercom brought me out of my daydream. I buzzed Mark in and then stepped into the hallway to wait for him. He came up and jokingly took a few deep breaths after all those stairs. I laughed and led him inside, biting my lip and looking him over hungrily.

"I'm really glad you're here," I told him.

"Still turned on?" he asked. "Thinking about me rushing out of work to come over and fuck you?"

I sighed and nodded, stepping closer into his arms. My hands slid up his chest, behind his neck as I kissed him deeply right away.

Mark kissed me back with a groan, his hands slipping under my robe to verify that I was still naked underneath, and still wet.

"Fuck," he groaned as his fingers slid between my soaked pussy lips. "So wet. My cock is going to slide right in."

I shuddered and moaned, feeling Mark's warm breath against my neck as his lips brushed over my skin there. I reached for the front of his pants, rubbing his bulge. "I want to feel that. I can't wait for you to fuck me."

With that, Mark kissed me again and urged me forward, towards my bedroom. He untied and pushed off my robe quickly, dropping it on the floor in the doorway. We worked together to unbutton his shirt as he kissed me and guided me towards the bed.

"I can't wait to sink my cock into you," he muttered against my lips, his mouth trailing over my jawbone, behind my ear and back down to my neck, kissing and biting me all over as his fingers slipped back into my pussy. "Tell me what you thought about when you came. What made you this wet?"

I tensed up slightly, facing the question I'd been expecting. I wanted to tell him, but I worried it might interrupt the moment and possibly upset him.

Mark noticed my hesitancy and that I was taking too long to respond. He pulled back to look at me, a curious look on his face as he waited for my response. "Tell me," he commanded, pushing his fingers deeper, curling them inside as he rubbed me.

I gasped and moaned as I felt his touch, distracting myself with the rest of the buttons on his shirt. "I was thinking about everything you said on the phone. I loved knowing you were turning me on like that while you were at work, about to go into a meeting."

Mark smirked at me, watching my blush and other reactions, sensing that I wasn't telling him everything. "What else?"

I started to respond, but then realized I didn't know what to say. The words caught in my throat as I finished the buttons and pushed off his shirt, then gently urged him down onto the bed.

He allowed me to push him down, smirking up at me as he sat at the edge of the bed and leaned back on his elbows.

I moved between his legs and smiled down at him nervously, biting my lip as I brought one knee up onto the bed and leaned over him. I moved on to his belt next, unbuckling quickly, rubbing his cock through the fabric before unhooking his pants.

Mark groaned and ran his hands over my thighs, up to my hips and ass, squeezing as I straddled him. His eyes studied me as he tried to read my expression and mood, no doubt wondering what I wasn't telling him.

Then I saw his eyes catch on something behind me. "What's your chair doing by the window like that?"

My stomach dropped as I realized my mistake. I turned around to look, buying myself some time to form a response. I didn't know what to say. I knew I didn't want to lie to him, but wasn't sure how to start the truth.

He looked past me at the chair again, noticing its position. "Were you putting on a show?" he asked, still smirking up at me. His hands slid further up my thighs, fingers brushing over my pussy again, feeling the wetness.

I sighed, clenching and grinding in reaction to his touch.

"Tell me," Mark commanded. But his voice was calm, not harsh.

Without letting myself overthink things any more, I decided to just tell him the truth. "I noticed someone in an apartment across the street watching when I was touching myself, right after we got off the phone."

Mark's eyes flickered, and his smile grew. He looked around me to the window, and then brought his hands to my hips, gently urging me up off of his lap. He stood up with me and made his way over to the window to look. "Which apartment?" he asked.

I came to join Mark at the window to look, and was mostly relieved to see that Chris was no longer there watching. In fact, his blinds were closed.

"Who did you see?"

"It was a guy... my age."

Mark watched me, his eyes roaming over me from my face, down my chest, noting my hard nipples, then down further. His hands followed. "You must have liked what you saw," he prompted, dropping another kiss on my shoulder, working his way up my neck. "You're so wet for him."

I felt the heat rising in my cheeks, my flush intensifying. "It was the guy from the bar," I blurted.

Mark pulled back in surprise, looking right at me. I could see the wheels turning in his brain as he tried to remember.

"The guy who was flirting with me a little last Thursday, when I was hanging out with Molly during her shift," I explained, feeling glad that I'd already been forthcoming with Mark about the encounter.

His smirk grew once again as he thought about what I was saying, looking back down at the chair and likely noting its position. "Tell me what happened."

"I saw him and noticed he was touching himself as he watched me. I think he's been watching for a while... whenever I have the curtains open," I said, feeling Mark's fingers stroking me. I sighed, grinding on his hand.

"What makes you say that?" he asked.

"I'm not sure," I admitted. "I just had that feeling."

"What did you do when you saw him stroking his cock?"

I blushed, remembering and visualizing Chris stroking once again, sighing and gripping Mark's shoulder, pressing myself harder into his hand. "I watched. And I touched myself, too."

"You sat in this chair to give him a closer look?" Mark guessed, his fingers pressing down along my slit and then suddenly thrusting up into my pussy.

"Fuck!" I gasped, feeling the sudden invasion of his fingers. The alcohol and lust were clouding my judgment and I no longer felt a filter keeping me from telling Mark any and everything. "I stood at the window first, with one leg up. Rubbing my clit and fingering a little. Then he gestured for me to sit so he could see more of my pussy."

Mark held me in his arms, kissing my neck as he lifted my left leg around his waist. He kept thrusting his fingers into me, curling them and rubbing on my g-spot. "You wanted to cum for him. You like knowing that he's been watching you as you make yourself cum, don't you? You like thinking about his hand sliding on his cock as he watches you. You liked watching him."

I moaned, riding Mark's hand. "Yess!" I breathed. "He came so much. It was so hot watching his hand sliding on his big cock. He sprayed so much cum all over his window. He stayed hard after and kept stroking until he came a second time."

I felt Mark's hand pick up speed and press harder as I spoke. "And you thought about having his cock in your mouth? Your pussy? Feeling that cum shooting into you instead of the window?"

The increased pressure of Mark's fingers, the image of Chris' cock exploding inside me, and the thrill of telling Mark what I'd done and hearing him respond by talking me through a fantasy brought me crashing over the edge of another orgasm.

"Oh, fuck!" I yelled, my whole body writhing in Mark's arms as my pussy clenched and squeezed around his fingers, thighs shaking. I held on tight to his arms to keep from collapsing as my whole body writhed and shook.

Mark didn't let up, fingering me hard all the way through. Then he growled as he pulled back, firmly guiding me back toward the window and the chair. "Sit," he ordered simply, pressing down on my shoulders. "Show me how you touched yourself for him."

I was still reeling from the orgasm, my ears ringing and muscles feeling weak. But I allowed Mark to guide me back into the chair.

Then he was unhooking and unzipping his pants, pushing them down with his underwear in one swift move, his cock springing up, already hard. He stepped closer to the chair on my right side and grabbed my head with both hands, holding me in place as he pushed his cock straight into my mouth.

My left hand pressed back on Mark's hip as I moaned. I didn't press hard enough to stop him, though. I didn't want to.

Mark removed my hand from his hip anyway, then groaned as he guided my head on his cock, his hands combing into my hair and gripping tight. "Have you been a slut without me, Sam? Letting your neighbor see you cum?"

Fuck. It sounded like the reaction I was afraid of. But clearly Mark was feeling more turned on than angry, so I went with it. I moaned on his cock affirmatively, leaning back in the seat and raising my feet back up to the window ledge as they were before, my left hand sliding down to rub my clit again. My right hand reached up to play with his balls. I felt his grip tighten on my head and then he was pressing deep down my throat, causing me to gag.

"That's it, Sam. My naughty little cock sucking college slut. Thinking about having another cock in your mouth while you waited for me to come fuck you."

Mark pulled back when he heard me gag, allowing me to take a breath before thrusting his cock back into my mouth. His words made me a little more uneasy, but I had to believe he was at least mostly turned on, if his rock hard cock in my mouth was any indication. I looked up, my eyes watering, and noticed that he was still looking out the window, towards Chris' apartment. I wondered if he wanted to see Chris, to size up the guy that tempted me into mutual masturbation earlier, or if he was just turned on by the idea of being watched, too.

Then Mark suddenly pulled his cock out of my mouth, moving to the side and pulling me by my hair, dragging me back over to the foot of the bed and pushing me down on my back. He pulled me to the edge by my hips and held my legs around himself as he stood between them.

"Keep watching," he ordered, entering me fast. "Watch and see if he comes back to watch you get fucked."

"Ohhh god!" I yelled, feeling Mark's cock sliding into my pussy easily. My back arched right away, my right hand slipping right down to my clit. "Yess! Fuck me. Please!"

Mark kept thrusting hard, pounding into me. The sound of his skin slapping against mine was even louder than my moaning.

"Are you my slut?" he asked, already grunting over me.

"Yesss!"

"Tell me."

"I'm your slut!" I yelled. "I'm your dirty college slut!"

"Louder," Mark demanded, his grip on my hips tightening as he fucked me harder.

"I'm your slut!" I yelled, as loudly as I could. I couldn't help glancing to the side, back out the window and across the street. Chris' blinds were still shut, but there was some movement. Maybe just a breeze causing them to sway. Or maybe he was peeking around them, trying not to get caught watching now.

Mark pushed in even deeper as he saw me look, fucking me harder, making me feel it.

"Oh, fuck!" I yelled, turning back to him. "I love the way you make me your slut!"

"You like him watching, don't you?"

"Yes!" I admitted, knowing I was beyond denying it.

"So wet when I got here. It must have really turned you on, seeing him stroke his cock for you. You couldn't help playing for him before I got here. Letting him see you cum."

I kept yelling and moaning. Mark's thrusts were hard and unrelenting. "I want him to see me cum for you as you pound my pussy! I'm so fucking close! You feel so good!"

Mark groaned, slamming into me and then slowing, trying to hold on to control, resisting the urge to cum inside me just yet. "You know he wants this pussy."

I moaned, still rubbing my clit.

"Maybe if you're a good slut for me, I'll let him have it."

"Oh, fuck!" I yelled, exploding into another orgasm, squeezing around him and writhing on the bed.

"That's it, Sam. Cum on my cock!" Mark growled, slamming his cock into me as my pussy clenched on him. "Who's pussy is this?"

"It's your pussy!" I said, hearing it come out as more of a whimper as I looked up at him, face furrowed in pleasure, still clenching and tense.

"Tell me again."

"My pussy is yours!"

"Yes, it is. Mine to do with as I please."

"Yessssssss!" I hissed. "I love the way you own my pussy. And make me cum so hard every day."

"I will always own it. Now cum for me. Put on a show so he knows how hard I make you cum."

"Fuck!"

"I want to see him fuck you."

"Oh, my god!" I yelled. "I'm cumming!" And then I was again, yelling out so loudly and writhing through another orgasm.

Mark grunted, his knee coming up onto the bed beside me as he pushed my legs back, slamming into me harder, deeper. "You want to fuck him in front of me, don't you? You want to feel his cock."

"Oh, fuck!" I yelled, still cumming.

"Tell me! Tell me you want his cock!"

"Yes!" I answered, finally. "I want all of that. I want him to fuck me. I want you to watch me take his big cock."

There was more grunting and groaning, and then I felt the first spurt of Mark's hot cum shooting into me as he came, filling my pussy as I told him I wanted another guy's cock.

I reached up to cup Mark's face in my hands and pulled him down to kiss me as he finished cumming, his eyes fluttering closed. He pulled back after a few moments, leaning back up and slowly pulling out of me, allowing a backflow of cum to stream out, dripping down to my ass. Mark watched and smiled, slapping the back of my thigh playfully as he stood up over me.

I smiled back and asked him to get me a towel from the closet so I could clean myself up a bit.

After handing me the towel, Mark pulled back on his underwear. I sat up on the bed, and noticed him looking back out the window towards Chris' apartment, his expression unreadable.

"What are you thinking?" I asked.

He turned back to me and smiled, causing any lingering doubts or fear I had to evaporate. "Think he was still watching?"

I laughed a little. "I'm not sure. At one point, I thought I saw the blinds moving."

Mark looked back over for another moment before coming to the bed to sit next to me, his hand brushing over my shoulder to the back of my neck, under my hair, pulling me into another kiss. Then, when he pulled back a few moments later, he said, "You're going to keep leaving your curtains open when I tell you to. I want you to tell me whenever you see him watching you again."

"Okay," I agreed easily, with a smile.

There was another pause. Mark searched my eyes, a mischievous grin forming on his lips. "You know you're going to fuck him, don't you?"

I felt my breath catch in a silent gasp as Mark's hand gripped my hair.

"It turned me on so much to hear you admit you want him. Knowing you're wondering what his cock is going to feel like. I can't wait to watch your face as he has his way with you."

I bit my lip, my eyebrows furrowed, chest heaving. I felt my pussy throbbing and clenching as Mark turned me on again with his words.

"You're going to be such a slut for me, aren't you?"

A whimper escaped my lips. It was so hot, knowing that Mark was getting worked up at the thought of me being with someone else. Doing it because I wanted to, but also because he wanted me to, and would tell me to. I couldn't find the words to express just how much he was turning me on, so I just nodded, reaching for him again, my hands finding his chest.

Mark smirked back at me. "You're going to give him another show tonight, while I make you cum on the phone. But curtains closed until then. Only open when I'm making you cum, unless I say."

"Okay," I breathed, smiling widely.

Then he kissed me again before getting up to finish getting dressed. I pulled my robe back on and walked him out of the apartment.

"Get home safe," I said as he turned to go. "Have a nice evening with your family."

"Thanks," he smiled back. "Tell Molly I said hi."

I laughed. "I don't think I will."

Mark smirked, coming back up to me for one more kiss. "Bye for now."

"Bye," I smiled back.