“I want you so badly right now,” he murmured, his voice rough with desire.
The words sent heat coursing through my body, pooling low in my stomach. “Then let’s get out of here,” I suggested, my voice barely audible over the music.
Nerion’s eyes met mine, that familiar mix of hunger and something deeper I couldn’t quite name. He nodded, taking my hand and leading me back toward our table where Linden was chatting with a dark-haired woman who had joined him.
“We’re heading out,” Nerion announced, grabbing his jacket from the booth.
Linden looked up, a knowing smile spreading across his face. “Are you now?”
“Don’t wait up,” Nerion replied with a wink.
“I know how to get home. Don’t worry about me,” Linden assured us, raising his glass. “You two have fun.”
I felt my face flush as Nerion tugged me toward the door, weaving through the crowd with purpose. The cool night air hit my skin as we stepped outside, a welcome relief from the heat of the bar.
“Where are we going?” I asked as Nerion pulled me down the sidewalk, his hand warm in mine.
“No idea,” he said, glancing at me. “Unless you want to go back to campus?”
The thought of returning to Widdershins, where my parents might still be looking for me, made my stomach twist. “Anywhere other than that sounds perfect.”
We walked in charged silence, our shoulders brushing with each step. The streets were busy with weekend revelers, but I barely noticed them. All I could focus on was the pressure of Nerion’s hand in mine and the anticipation building inside me.
But after a few minutes, nothing came into view. There weren’t any hotels or motels in the area it seemed. We’d passed lots of businesses that were closed for the night, but no real place we could get some privacy. That’s when Nerion suddenly pulled me into a dark alley behind some stacked crates and pressed me against the brick wall.
“I can’t wait anymore,” he said, pressing his lips to mine. I felt his thick cock grinding against my thigh as he kissed me. “I need you right now.”
“Here?” I balked, looking up and down the alley to make sure we were alone.
“Right here,” he nodded.
Instead of speaking, I turned around, grabbing the waistband of my jeans and pushing them down just enough to expose my ass.
“Oh, fuck,” Nerion groaned behind me, his voice tight with desire. I heard the jingle of his belt buckle, then the rasp of his zipper. “You’re so goddamn hot, Teddy.”
His hands gripped my hips, fingers digging into my flesh as he pressed against me. I could feel the cool night air on my exposed skin, a stark contrast to the heat of Nerion’s body. My heart hammered in my chest. We could get caught at any moment, and that knowledge only heightened every sensation.
“Do you have lube?” I whispered, glancing over my shoulder.
Nerion’s eyes were dark with lust in the dim alley light. “No,” he admitted. “Just spit. Is that okay?”
I nodded, too far gone to care about the discomfort that might follow. I wanted him inside me, needed to feel that connection. “Just do it.”
I heard him spit into his palm, then felt the wet warmth as he rubbed it between my cheeks. His finger circled my entrance, teasing me before pushing inside. The stretch burned slightly, but I pushed back against him, wanting more.
“So needy,” he murmured, adding another finger. “Such a good boy for me.”
I bit my lip to stifle a moan as he worked me open, his fingers twisting and thrusting inside me. The brick wall was rough against my palms as I braced myself, my legs trembling with anticipation.
“Hurry,” I urged, my voice a desperate whisper. “Someone might come.”
Nerion withdrew his fingers, and I heard him spit again. Moments later, I felt the blunt head of his cock pressing against my entrance. He pushed forward slowly, the burn more intense than usual without proper lubrication.
“Relax for me,” he whispered, his hand stroking my lower back. “That’s it.”
I forced myself to breathe deeply, to focus on the sensation of Nerion entering me inch by inch. The pain gradually gave way to pleasure as my body adjusted to the intrusion. When he was fully seated inside me, both of us paused, panting in the darkness.
“You okay?” Nerion asked, his voice strained with the effort of holding still.