Whoa.I’m so turned on I can’t even think straight anymore, but no way is he getting away with that comment.
“I’ll take a rain check onthat.” I sound like I’m dying for it.
His finger probes a little deeper, hampered by my winter tights, and I’m not sure whether I’m relieved or not by my unexpected chastity belt.
“You ever taken it up the ass?” His voice is a smoky whisper, and any reservations I might’ve had about doing it that way are melting along with my panties.
“No…”
“Why not?”
What? I struggle to remember what we’re talking about, because his finger is causing all kinds of havoc in places I didn’t even know existed before now.
“No one ever asked me.” And I sure as hell never askedthem.
He pulls out and rubs my ass, round and round, as though he’s getting ready to give me a spanking or something. I give another unintentional moan, and I swear his impressive erection, pressed hard against my stomach, gets even bigger.
“Guess you’ve only datednice boyswho do it missionary style.” There’s more than a thread of mockery in his voice, and I’m not telling him he’s too close to the truth for comfort.
Instead, I tangle my fingers in his hair and pull his head back so I can look into his eyes. “I might only date nice boys, but tonight I’m withyou.”
Something flickers in those gorgeous eyes of his, as though he didn’t much like my comment. It’s gone in an instant. I probably imagined it. “That’s right.” The words come out in a growl. “You’re with me, and you’ll do it the way I want.”
Any other time I’d have so many issues with that statement it’s not funny, but right now it’s everything I want to hear. I push my hand between our bodies and cradle his junk.Jesus. My mouth’s watering already. “Guess that’s fair. I owe you one from the kitchen.”
“You’re fucking killing me.” He grabs my ass, crushing us together until I can hardly breathe. He trails open-mouthed kisses along my throat, sucking and nipping at my flesh, his fingers tangling around my hair. I’m fumbling with his zip and getting nowhere fast. He’s so damn hard I can’t get a good grip on the metal, but mainly it’s because I can’t see what I’m doing, and I’ve never actually unzipped a guy before.
He grunts and eases back a fraction, then he drags his hand from my hair, rips open his fly, and shoves his jeans over his hips. “Knees. Now.”
None of my boyfriends ever spoke to me like that.
Gage isn’t my boyfriend.
I sink to my knees, even though I’ve never done that before, either. The ground’s rough and cold, and a tiny part of my mind is reeling that I’mdoing this.Anyone could stroll out of the door and see us. Instead of shocking me back to my senses, it makes me hotter than ever.
I’m a closet exhibitionist.
He plunges both hands into my hair, which kills the nervous giggle bubbling inside, and holds me still so my face is right by his cock. For a second, I’m paralyzed by the sight.I’ll fucking choke.
I wrap my hand around him, and his appreciative groan makes me forget about the gravel digging into my knees. Jacking a guy off has never done much for my lady parts before, but tonight my pussy’s pulsing in time with my heart, and I’m so freaking wet I can’teven.
“Open your mouth.” It’s a harsh command, and I’m so turned on I’m already obeying before some sliver of sanity kicks in.
“Rubber.” It comes out all wobbly, and I can’t tear my fascinated gaze from his erection. Is it because we’re in a sordid side alley that he appears so damn huge?
His grip on my hair is painful, and I let out a faint gasp. It’s so tempting to just give him a quick lick, but I don’t think I’d be able to stop once I started.
“Fuck.” He sounds agonized, and I glance up at him. “You for real?”
“What?” I keep stroking and playing with his balls because hell, I can’t stop myself even if it’s making him all but rip my hair out by the roots.
He grinds out a colorful curse. “Back pocket. Make it quick.”
It’s not easy trying to dig around in his pocket but I manage to pull one out and tear it open. For a second I hesitate, as I imagine doing him without using the condom, but there’s no way I’d ever risk it. Not with anyone, but especially not with a guy like Gage who thinks nothing of screwing a dozen different girls in a single week.
I don’t know for sure he does that…
I blank the thought, because of course he does, and roll the rubber over his cock. God, he feels good. So hot and hard, like a living sculpture of a barbarous god.
