Page 79 of Inflict

His hands wandered up under her skirt, the softness of her skin a bright contrast to the roughness of his palms. Her arse fit perfectly into his hands, and when he grabbed tight to hold her still against him, she simply pushed into him even harder.

Connor barely noticed the stray person walking past the mouth of the alley only a few feet away, as his attention was on something—someone—else entirely. Evelyn didn’t seem to mind, or care, where they were, letting him turn her around and back her into the closest wall.

Her wrists fit into his hands, and his knuckles scraped against the brick as he held her arms high above her head. Not once did she break their kiss, and he swore she only breathed when his lips kissed a path down her jaw and neck.

“The truck can’t be far,” Connor told her between kisses.

Evelyn didn’t respond, instead tugging his shirt out of his slacks so she could get her hands on more of his skin. Her skin tasted divine—sweet and salty, a bit addictive, and he couldn’t get enough. His teeth found her collarbone, making her gasp, and his tongue swirled along the hollow of her throat just to taste her body there, too.

Connor let her wrists go because he wanted to find more of her to touch, have more of her skin against his. His hands traveled under her skirt again, his fingers diving between her thighs to find her legs already spread and her knickers damp to the touch.

“Shite,” he grunted against her throat. “Tell me to stop if you want to, lass.”

“Talk less, fuck me more, Connor.”

With those words, she grabbed his wrist, and pushed his hand against her lace-covered cunt, grinding her core into his fingers to make her point clearer. He didn’t need the help—he had this figured out, all on his own.

A quick tug on her knickers and he had them pulled to the side, a second before two of his fingers swept her sex and then thrust knuckle-deep into her clenching pussy. Tight and hot, her walls clamped down around his fingers in a vise-like grip. Evelyn whined against his mouth at the intrusion, her hips falling into a fast, steady rhythm with his hand. Every time his fingers thrust in, her hips came down onto his hand.

“Not enough,” she breathed.

“It is—it would be—but you’re too feckin’ greedy, love. You’re too impatient.”

Her laughter washed over him like smooth honey. “Do you blame me?”

Connor pulled his fingers out from between her thighs, and yanked her knickers down her legs right after, tossing them aside. “Not for a damn minute.”

They probably shouldn’t have been doing what they were doing in a dank, dirty alley, just a few feckin’ feet from the opening, where any arsehole could walk by and see them. He shouldn’t have been such a bastard, and taken her elsewhere—the truck, home, anywhere—other than there for a quick ride against a brick wall. It shouldn’t have been so fast, so quick that he barely felt the condom sliding down his cock after she’d shoved his slacks down and lifted her dress.

Connor didn’t think about any of those things until he already had Evelyn lifted against the wall, his cock sinking into her cunt, and he was watching her head fall back to the bricks with a pleased smile curving her lips wickedly.

He knew that feeling she was experiencing—that blissful disbelief—because it coursed through his nervous system, starting at the base of his cock and flooding through the rest of his body as fast as it could go. For a long while, he just held her there, up against the wall, balanced in his hands, his forehead meeting hers as he exhaled.

She was feckin’ hot—her skin, her kiss, and her cunt.

And soft, too.

Like wet satin.

“Jesus,” Connor grunted under his breath.

Evelyn’s tongue snaked out to wet her bottom lip. “You’re making this more painful of a wait than it needs to be—move.”

“You’re awfully demanding, lass, considering you’re full of my cock.”

“I’d like to be riding it, too, so get on that.”

Feckin’ hell.

She had a smart mouth, for it being so damn pretty.

“Hold on to something,” Connor uttered.

If it was a ride she wanted, he was more than willing to comply. Had she wanted soft or sweet, she wouldn’t have climbed on top of him in a dirty feckin’ alley for a ride. His guilt over the whole thing disappeared just like that.

She wanted this just as badly as he did.

Connor ignored the bite of the bricks scratching his knuckles as he grabbed onto Evelyn’s arse with both hands, and flexed his hips forward, hard enough to send her back into the wall. She didn’t seem to mind his roughness, instead laughing breathlessly while demanding more and again.