His hands grip my hips, spinning me around.
My palms brace against the fence.
His hand slides under my skirt again, teasing my entrance. “You ready for me? And I didn’t catch your name.”
I push back against him, desperate. “Quit fucking around. And that’s because I didn’t give it to you. Dylan, my name is Dylan.”
He groans, adjusting himself. “I prefer to call you Trouble.”
I hear the rustle of his wallet, the tear of a condom wrapper. And then he thrusts in deep.
I gasp, my nails digging into the fence. “Oh fuck?—”
He grips my hips hard, holding me in place. “That’s right. Take it, Trouble. Take all of me.” He sets a brutal rhythm, each thrust knocking the breath from my lungs.
The sounds are filthy—skin slapping against skin. My whimpers and moans mixing with his deep, guttural groans.
One hand slides up my back, gripping my shoulder. Keeping me exactly where he wants me. “You feel so fucking good. You’re squeezing me so goddamn tight.”
I’m spiraling again, the pleasure building too fast. “Harder...”
He growls, obeying without hesitation. “You’re going to come all over my big cock, aren’t you?” His fingers slide between my legs, finding my clit.
He continues to thrust, and I moan as the coil continues to tighten in my core.
I shatter again, my body trembling, my voice breaking as I moan against the fence.
Kai follows seconds later, thrusting deep, groaning against my shoulder as he comes inside me.
We’re both breathing hard, wrecked.
He leans forward, brushing his lips against the back of my neck.
"Fuck, Trouble."
I let out a breathless laugh, still pressed against the fence. “Yeah. That was… something.”
He pulls back slightly, adjusting my skirt for me. A rare tenderness in the gesture. Then he smirks, eyes dark with something still unfinished. “We’re not done yet.”
I blink, still catching my breath. “No?”
He grabs my hand, pulling me toward the street. “Not even close.” His voice is low, sure, promising. The night isn’t over. Not by a long shot. “Come with me.”