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He traces the lines of my sides. Down to the curve of my waist. Lower.
The heat in my belly moves with his touch. Sliding deeper inside me, until my thighs press together, trembling. His hands have barely skimmed my waist, and I can already feel a throb in my pussy. I know if he touched me, he’d find I’m already wet.
He draws back, just far enough to gaze down at me with fire in his eyes. “Missy…” He tilts his head, considering me again. I can’t get enough of him when he looks at me like that. As if he’s dissecting me.
Then his hand slides between my thighs, up, up, until he grips my pussy through my jeans, his thumb right over my clit, stroking me through the thick denim.
“Tell me,” he whispers, his mouth just an inch from mine. I groan, my eyes fluttering half-closed. “Do you want me to fuck you? Right here, right now.” He moves against my leg, and I can feel the hard press of his cock, even through his jeans and mine. God he feels big. Through his pants, no less. I can’t imagine how hard and thick he’d feel without any clothes between us.
Another thrill passes through me. Because yes, fuck yes, I want him right this second. But we’re still standing in this dingy, poorly lit alleyway. An alley right next to the bar where I work, where at any moment another customer could stumble out and discover us, just like the man Keanen just drove off.
I swallow hard, glancing up the street, even though it takes serious effort to drag my gaze from Keanen’s sharp, piercing one. “I…”
“Don’t worry about them.” He smirks. “I already made sure we wouldn’t be interrupted. Anyone still at the bar will be exiting through the back.”
But his words hit home. Make me realize… I lean back a little, though not far enough to break free from his arms entirely. Or to dislodge his hand, still between my legs, his thumb still kneading right across my clit in slow, easy circles. Circles that are making me desperate for him to press harder.
“But,” I murmur. “If you locked the door before you found me out here, then you already knew…”
He arches a brow. “I knew that creep would try to accost you? I have to admit, I did anticipate something of the kind, when I saw the way he was staring at you inside. You really don’t have much of a sense of your surroundings, do you, Missy?”
I bristle. Try to twist free now, but Keanen holds on. Backs me against the wall. “So, what? You planned to fuck me yourself, is that it?”
“Do you want me to stop?” As soon as he says that, he releases me, both my waist, and the hand between my legs. He steps back, and the cold night air rushes between us, twice as cold now that I don’t have the heat of Keanen’s body pressed against mine anymore.
“I…” Fuck. I want to tell him to fuck off. I want to tell him I’m not that predictable; that I won’t give into him just because he’s got a sexy smirk and searing eyes and the kind of long, lean body that I’m dying to touch all over. Not to mention that brief taste of his thick cock that I felt.
He steps back, still smirking. “Or do you want more of this?” He reaches out to catch my hand, and pulls my wrist toward him. Pushing my palm right over his cock. I tighten my grip, reflexive, and trace the length of him, the hard press. God I want him. It’s enough to make my breath catch, my pulse race, my clit throbbing and aching between my legs.
“I want…” I swallow hard, torn.
“Yes?” He steps closer again, and then his hand is against my belly, flattened. He slides it lower, lower. I watch him go, my eyelids fluttering shut, as his fingers delve beneath the waistband of my jeans. He keeps going, and I bite my lower lip, trying to keep my wits about me. It’s hard, with his hand sliding closer and closer to the pulsing, needy core of me.
His fingertips reach my shaven mound, and his smirk widens. “Any time you want me to stop, say the word,” he murmurs. His hand keeps sliding, lower, lower. His fingertips brush the sensitive hood of my clit, ever so lightly, and yet I inhale sharply, my hips practically bucking up off the brick wall and toward him. My hips move of their own accord, thrusting against his palm.
He laughs softly, and leans forward to push me back against the wall, my ass colliding with it as his fingers spread my pussy lips wide.
He pushes a finger inside me, and I moan aloud. “Keanen…” Fuck me, my whole body is screaming, every fiber of my being. I want him to fuck me right up against this wall, in this dirty alley where anyone could stumble across us. I don’t give a fuck.
