She bites her lip, her eyes turning desperate. I kiss her again and tuck inside her jeans so I can cup her bare ass as she rocks. Her jeans are tight, but being locked in like this only heightens the connection drawing ever tighter between us.
Fuck, she’s so soft. I slip my fingers beneath her thong and trace it down. She gives a startled cry into my mouth.
“I wish I could touch you everywhere right now,” I murmur into her ear.
She curls into me, her lips pressing to the curve of my neck. “Oh...”
With my hand cupping her perfect peach as she rubs and grinds, she comes in startled gasps against my shoulder.
We’re both panting when I release her wrist from the wall. She wraps her arm around my neck and kisses me hard. I swirl my tongue with hers, the momentary satisfaction of making her come on my thigh vanishing quickly because I already want more of this girl.
She rubs down my erection. I’m so hard it’s almost painful, and I hiss a breath.
“Careful,” I warn, because of all the things I’m not prepared for, coming in my jeans tops the list.
“I hate that word.” Her lips embrace mine, tugging a little, and then she swirls her tongue with mine in a firm, slow kiss.
My overloaded brain is slow to realize she’s already flipped open my belt buckle. The handful of brain cells not consumed by her try to warn me that we’re in a crowded bar, surrounded byhundreds of people. But I’m facing the wall, and it’s dark, and she’s…
Wait, why does she hate that word?
I want to ask, but just then, her delicate fingers slide beneath my briefs. So I take her face in my hands and kiss her.
When she wraps her hand around me, she sighs into my mouth.
I grit my teeth because it’s too good. Maybe it’s the risk that’s making this extra fucking hot—the delicious recklessness of it all. Or maybe it’s justherand the fact that I haven’t been able to take my eyes off her since the minute she walked into the bar. And now her soft, delicate fingers are caressing me.
“Baby,” I say on a groan as she fists my crown. I capture her mouth again in another sensual kiss. Her soft, wet tongue swirling with mine makes me want to slow everything down, so I can savor her hums of pleasure and the way she’s so eager to explore. But the desire turning hot and desperate inside me isn’t having any of that.
“We should stop,” I pant. “Before I can’t.”
She gazes up at me, her eyes glazed with lust. “What if I don’t want to?”
“You mean that?” I blurt.
She shoots a nervous glance over my shoulder, then shuffles us backwards, to where the shadows swallow her completely. “Yeah.” She kisses me once more before pulling away and lowering to her knees.
I blink down at her in shock.
She laughs, and it shakes something loose inside me. Something wild and joyful. “So eager for my cock, aren’t you, baby?”
Her eyes flash with a wicked gleam. “Apparently.”
“Then open up that pretty mouth like a good girl.”
She obeys, which is its own special kind of reward.
“Fuck,” I groan, thrusting past her soft, wet lips.
Her eyes flutter closed.
I arch back, then rock into her mouth again, deeper this time, testing her. “Tap my thigh if it’s too much.”
She hums her reply.
“Look how good you take me.” I brush her cheek with my knuckles, my rough rose flashing against her flawless, pale skin. “Like a fucking dream, sweetheart.”
Her gaze flicks up. The yearning there turns my heart upside down. I stare at her while the knot of pleasure spins tighter and tighter inside me. Two more thrusts and it snaps. I come in her mouth, pleasure so rich and sweet coursing through me while my fingers stay woven in her hair. Panting, I try to regain control of my limbs so I can pull her up and tuck myself away. When I do, we’re both still breathing hard. She wraps her arms around my waist and buries her face in my shoulder.