Do I? “Maybe. But not with anybody.”
“Just us?” Priest leans close enough that I can sense his soft breath over my lips. “I think we can work with that. And just to make things crystal clear, I’m more than happy to show you how much fun sex can be when you let yourself get a little wild. I can guaran—fucking—tee that the thought of you spread out naked between the three of us is going to star in my dreams the next time I take matters into my own hand.”
Oh? Oooohhh.
I know we all have our moments, but no one has ever straight out told me that they?—
“You’re thinking too much.”
God, the way he looks at me. “You’re right, I am. What are you going to do about that?” I close the tiny gap between us, pressing my lips against his.
His laugh is a quiet rumble in his chest as his fingers tighten in my hair and he teases my mouth open with his tongue. I might’ve started the kiss, but he wastes no time taking control of it. Why didn’t we do this sooner? He kisses like he’s got no place to be and nothing he’d rather be doing. It’s slow and sweet.
I’m already sliding my hands up underneath his T-shirt, feeling the smooth texture of his skin under my fingers, trailing them through the dusting of hair on his chest as I push it up. I want to see him with an urgency ten years in the making. My childhood crush must’ve just been lying dormant, smoldering in my memories and waiting to be rekindled now that I’m old enough to understand what to do with it.
He laughs quietly, raising his arms so I can get his shirt off. “Shhhh, let’s try not to disturb your neighbors.”
Oh my God, we’re on the balcony. He’s got me so flustered that didn’t even enter my mind. The units are angled so that we can’t see directly onto each other’s balconies, but that doesn’t mean they can’t hear us.
Priest pulls me into his lap, so I’m straddling his thighs with nothing on under my nightshirt. I press a kiss behind his ear, and then another, and another. His skin is hot under my palms, and beneath me, his cock stirs in his jeans. Down his right side, names are tattooed one after the other. Axel is there, Sean his step-father, and then several with names like Ice who must be bikers. A memorial written in ink that he carries with him every day.
“I don’t think he’d hate that we found each other again,” I say quietly as I trace my brother’s name.
“Nah, but he’d hate this. So how ‘bout we leave him out of it.”
Priest flips me around so I’m facing away, then he lifts me enough to work his belt open one-handed and get his jeans low enough so his cock springs free. He settles me back down, leaving me spread open on his lap with his shaft rubbing rightup against my slit. I shiver, staring at it, both for its size and the suddenness of it.
He slides a hand up the back of my shirt, tangling his fingers in my hair and forcing me to sit up straight. It also tips me forward a little, grinding me softly against his erection. I wrap my fingers around him and he hisses in pleasure.
“Don’t forget the neighbors,” I whisper.
Priest bucks his hips, rocking me forward again. We go back and forth, teasing moans out of each other. I slowly slide my fist up his length until I cup the thick head at the end, capturing a slick drop of precum in my hand. Completely enthralled by his cock, I spread it around, making him slick as I stroke.
His free hand steals up my shirt and cups my breast. I groan, switching tactics and holding his cock tight to my body as I grind. My clit brushes against the head. Pre-cum and my own slickness mix together, making it a sinful glide for both of us.
“Fuck, you look amazing,” he groans.
“This is crazy,” I hiss. “Mom is only two rooms away.”
He pulls his hand free of my hair and turns my face towards him so he can kiss me again. My thighs burn as I rise and fall against his hot shaft, each time I reach the top, it takes every ounce of willpower I have not to lean forward just a little and sink down on it.
I manage to stay good until his fingers roll and tug my nipple just right. The next thing I know, my back is rounded and I can feel him nestled right against my pussy. Priest shudders. I think we’re both holding our breath as gravity starts to finish the job for me. He comes to his senses before I do, pushing me downonto my hands and knees. My mouth opens in a silent gasp as he sinks two fingers into my core and I drop to my elbows.
My shirt is pooled around my shoulders and I’m writhing onto his hand. If anyone hears us, it would be a disaster, and if my mother caught us? Less trouble for my career maybe, but I might die of embarrassment on the spot. Stopping isn’t an option. Which leaves one solution. I reach between my legs and start stroking my clit.
“That’s right, show me how you come,” Priest whispers low and rough.
I flip over, lying on the blanket in front of him with my shirt just over my breasts and my hand buried in my pussy. Priest stares down like a hungry lion, watching as my abs clench and my body pulls tighter and tighter. He shifts forward and fists his cock. We’re both so, so close.
With a groan that sounds like it was pulled from his soul, he slaps a hand down next to my head and leans down to capture my mouth again. His hips jerk, and it pulls on something inside me like an echo. The hot splash of cum over my stomach and his quiet, desperate noises send me over the edge. I groan into his mouth as my nerves finally hit the breaking point and everything washes over me in a hot wave of pleasure.
We stay like that for a long moment, locked together in the aftershocks. Far below, a car honks, though I don’t think it’s at us. Now that I can hear more than the sound of my pulse in my ears, it really settles in what just happened. I almost had sex with Priest. Depending on your definition, maybe I did.
“Holy shit,” I whisper.
“You drive me crazy, Q. Fuck.” He laughs, tracing my shoulders with one hand and curling a lock of my hair around his finger.
He cleans me off with his shirt and leans back against the glass balcony door. I need to wash up and get back to bed, but first I sit back down next to him and lean my head against his chest, listening to his heart beat as he strokes my hair and we stare out into the city.
