“You carry lube to a fundraiser?” I asked, trying to keep my voice steady even as my body thrilled at what was about to happen.
“I carry it everywhere when I’m around you,” he said, his voice rough with want. “Never know when I might get the chance to fuck this perfect little ass.”
The crude words sent heat racing through me. I felt his hands on my belt, working my pants down just enough to exposewhat he needed. The night air was cool against my heated skin, making me shiver as he spread me open with slick fingers.
He worked me quickly but thoroughly, his fingers stretching me easily. I had to bite my lip to keep from making noise, acutely aware that we were in public, that anyone could walk by and see us.
“You ready for me?” he whispered against my ear, his chest pressed to my back.
“Always,” I breathed, pushing back against him.
The first press of his cock against my entrance made us both groan softly. He pushed in slowly, letting me adjust to the stretch, his hands gripping my hips tightly. When he was fully seated inside me, we both stilled for a moment, breathing hard.
“Fuck, you feel so good,” he murmured, his voice strained. “I’ll never get tired of this.”
He started moving then, slow and deep, each thrust careful and controlled despite the urgency I could feel thrumming through him. The angle was perfect, hitting that spot inside me that made my knees go weak with each stroke.
I braced myself harder against the wall, trying to stay quiet as he fucked me with steady, relentless precision. The sounds of the fundraiser continued in the distance, providing cover for the soft sounds we couldn’t quite suppress.
“This ass is mine,” he whispered against my neck, his teeth scraping against my pulse point. “You’re mine, Mike. Say it.”
“Yes,” I gasped, meaning it completely. “I’m yours, Cash. I don’t want anyone else but you.”
His pace increased at my words, his control slipping as he drove into me harder. I could feel my own orgasm building, the combination of his cock inside me and the dirty thrill of what we were doing pushing me toward the edge.
“Cum for me,” he commanded softly. “Show me how much you love being used in public.”
His hand reached around to stroke me in time with his thrusts, and that was all it took. I came with a muffled cry, spilling over his fingers as my body clenched around him. He followed seconds later, burying himself deep as he filled me with his release, my name a whispered prayer on his lips.
We stayed locked together for a long moment, both of us trembling with aftershocks. Eventually he pulled out carefully, and we both worked to make ourselves presentable again.
“We should get back,” I said, though I made no move to leave his arms.
“In a minute,” he murmured, pressing a soft kiss to my temple. “Just let me hold you for a minute.”
I settled deeper into his embrace, feeling the rough brick at my back and his solid warmth against my chest. The contrast between the harsh wall and his gentle touch made everything feel more intense, more real somehow. His hands were still shaking slightly as they smoothed over my sides, and I could feel his heart hammering against my ribs.
“That was...” I started, then trailed off, not sure how to finish the sentence.
“Reckless as hell?” Cash suggested, his mouth quirking up in a half-smile.
“I was going to say incredible,” I admitted, feeling heat creep up my neck. “But yeah, reckless too.”
He chuckled, the sound vibrating through his chest where it pressed against mine. “You bring out the worst in me, preacher. Or maybe the best. I can’t decide which.”
Before I could respond, the sound of voices drifted closer to our alley. We both froze, Cash’s arms tightening around me protectively as footsteps approached. My heart hammered as I realized that both of us still had our pants around our ankles.
“...think they went this way,” a woman’s voice was saying.
“Maybe they headed home early,” came another female voice.
Cash pressed a finger to his lips, his eyes locked on mine as we waited in the shadows. I held my breath, acutely aware of how exposed we were, how easily we could be discovered. The footsteps paused at the mouth of the alley, and I was certain we were about to be caught.
“Nah, I saw Cash’s truck still in the lot,” the first voice said. “They’re around here somewhere. Dolly wants them for the raffle drawing.”
“Shit,” Cash whispered against my ear, so quietly I almost didn’t hear it.
I could feel panic rising in my chest as the voices lingered just outside our hiding spot. My pants were still bunched around my ankles, and I was pretty sure I had bits of brick dust in my hair. This was exactly the kind of situation that could destroy everything I’d worked for.
