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“Just fuck me already.”
He flicked open the button to her jeans and dragged them down without fanfare. Definitely not slow, and definitely without finesse.
She slapped the brick, but didn’t let go.
He crouched behind her and pulled one shoe out from her pant leg. He wasn’t sure if they’d be interrupted, so it seemed better to keep it easy for her to be covered as quickly as possible.
He glanced at the windows around them. Anyone could see them. He curled his fingers into the worn denim. The idea of anyone watching her made a growl burn through his chest. But he didn’t want to bring her inside.
Not just yet.
He raked his fingers up the backs of her legs. His nails were short, but it was enough to see faint score lines from his touch rise on the backs of her thighs. A shudder thrummed through her legs as he stood behind her.
The scrap of white-and-red-striped panties had rolled down a little with his swift removal. Instead of shoving them down to her jeans, he snapped them back into place as he widened her stance. “Are you already wet for me?”
“You wish.”
He curled his fingers under the ends of her tank and scored across her belly in much the same way he’d done along her legs. She hissed, but he felt the tremor again.
She liked it.
His dick throbbed.
Denver’s acid-tongued and bravado-filled responses should have been a clue. Even if there was a part of him that wanted to offer softness and romance, right now he fed off her reactions.
She wanted this.
She wanted it a little rougher, a little left of center.
He made circles on her flat belly and down farther into her panties. Her thighs twitched as he made his way lower, to the curve of her pelvic bone and the sweet strip of hair just above her slit.
The rest of her was smooth and damp. From the night? The still, heavy air that held no breeze and no relief.
He delved between her thighs with his two middle fingers and groaned. Slick didn’t cover it. She was drenched.
Her head fell back against his chest and she arched her back. Her nipples were beaded up and pushing against the thin cotton of her tank.
With his other hand, he cupped her breasts and tugged at each nipple through the material until she was squirming against him. Her hands slid to the edge of the brick.
“Hands,” he growled.
She moved them back with a groan.
“That’s a good girl.”
“Fuck you.”
He smiled into her neck. “That’s the plan.” He bit down as he tugged the front of her tank down to expose her breasts to the air. He cupped one roughly and slid his fingers deeper inside of her.
Her fingers started to roll under into fists and he released her breast to grip a handful of her hair. “Palms flat.”
She hissed, and goddamn if her pussy didn’t get wetter. Hair pulling for the win. He tightened his hold and rubbed the heel of his hand along her clit. He didn’t thrust in and out of her with his fingers, just rubbed lightly.
She arched at his hold and her nipples got even tighter. For just one moment he wished for more hands. Or that he could turn her around and feast on her with his mouth, but that wasn’t part of the game.
And right now it was all about the game.
Her breath came out in a pant and he stilled his hand. He didn’t want her to go over this way. He wanted her to come on his dick. This first time it needed to be her squeezing around him.
