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“Want to come to my place?” I asked, the words a little husky, a little raw.
Ames blinked and ran her fingertips across my lower lip. A shiver shot through me. “Only if I can kiss you first.”
I didn’t bother answering but leaned in and claimed her lips. Desperation welled inside me as I tasted the sweetness of her lip gloss, some candy flavor. My mind vaulted back years ago to my first kiss, with Debbie Simons in my sophomore year—in my bedroom with the door locked. However, I’d spent years hiding my affections for girls before being able to do it loud and proud, and kissing Amelia meshed the past and present together in a way that had me a little heartsick, a little nostalgic.
Her lips were soft against mine, and I let out a low noise from deep in my throat as I wrapped my hand around her nape, crushing our mouths together. I hungrily consumed her, the way she melted sending a thrill up my spine. Sitting here on the bench, pressed against each other, the Philly skyline in the distance and elevated over the city, I knew I’d remember this moment for the rest of my life.
There was a sense of the inevitable in this kiss, as if we’d always been meant to find each other again.
I lost myself in the glide of our tongues, the sparks flaring with every nip she delivered to my lower lip, the full-body shivers that stole over me when I devoured her anew. My fingers wound around her ponytail, and I gave it a firm tug. Her moan vibrated against my mouth. Even though my body still felt a little weaker after all the outpouring of emotions, my strength returned with every kiss, every touch, every sigh. The flame that ignited inside me burned steadier and intenser with each minute, to the point I was about to combust.
“Mm,” I said, pulling back. “If we keep this up, I’m liable to spread you on this bench and eat you out.”
Her eyes widened, and the flare of lust there had me burning from the inside out. My clit throbbed, and the need to bury my fingers inside her grew unbearable. An idea flared in my mind, and I licked my swollen lips.
“Want to try something?” I reached down and placing my hand in hers. I rose from my seat with a creak and drew her along with me.
“Anything.” Ames’s voice was breathy and her gaze wild in the best way.
“God, you’re dangerous,” I said as I led us toward the steps. Her hand was firm in mine, and I wasn’t letting go for a heartbeat. My nipples tightened against my shirt at the idea of sliding my fingers down the waistband of her running shorts. Fuck, I could still remember how good she tasted—tart and delicious.
We rushed down the steps, the shadows falling over us as we reached the base. I only lived a few minutes away from Knockout and the Rail Park, though in the opposite direction of Ames. However, my place wasn’t the destination—yet.
Our harsh breaths mixed with the regular city noises, but I grew hyperaware of Amelia’s presence, of the way our hands intertwined. That connection was a north star right now, guiding me forward despite the complications between us, despite our history.
We passed one block after another until I spotted the familiar red overhang from the café I had looked for. I slowed until we came to a stop in front of a narrow alley between the buildings. No one would be back there—I could see the area from behind my place, and fuck, I was too impatient to wait. My blood burned with desire, and my core throbbed.
“I want you right now,” I said, and her bright eyes widened.
“Here?” she asked, shooting a furtive glance to the alley.
My lips twisted in a smirk, my heart thumping hard. “Yep.”
She bobbed her head, and I tugged her hand, drawing her down the alleyway. Shadows threatened to swallow us whole, the scent of must and brick crisp to the nose. My hand squeezed hers a little harder as I brought her around to the back, another cross-section alley, and right behind the building. The second we stepped out of clear view, I slammed her against the wall.
The breath rushed out of her, and that control, taking the initiative flooded me with adrenaline, filling all the emptied spaces. Darkness blanketed us, but I could still glimpse enough of her in the velvet night. I nuzzled beneath her ear, loving the hitched breath, the tremble of her body. Ames was so damn responsive, and I loved to tease her, to memorize the way she writhed beneath my hands.
“I want to feel you so badly.” She gasped, her pulse at her neck fluttering. I licked along the column, tasting the salt of her sweat, savoring the scent of her, all musk and lilies.
“Likewise.” I sank my teeth into her traps. She let out a low, filthy moan that reverberated through the empty space back here. I slipped my hand underneath her shirt, past the band of her sports bra, and cupped her plump breast. The soft-as-fuck skin had my core throbbing harder, and I brushed my thumb over her nipple. She was such a slut for nipple play, and I fucking adored it.
Ames bit down on her lip, her hips bucking forward as if she sought my hand. I wanted to suck on her tits until she came on my hand, but I’d rather do that with her splayed on my bed. I pinched her nipple hard, and her hips bucked forward again.
“Please, please, please,” she begged, her voice breathy and oh-so-fucking sexy.
“Can’t deny a pretty girl,” I said, sliding my hand out from beneath her sports bra. Not like I waited. Need drove me, delirious, blinding need, and I was too aware of the cool alley, the breeze blowing across my skin. My heart thudded so hard it deafened the distant honks of traffic and squeals of tires. I brushed my lips to hers again, wanting to taste the honeyed sweetness of her mouth, to linger in the heat that sparked my nerves to awareness.
I tugged her waistband open and shoved my hand inside. She shifted her hips forward, all but offering her pussy to me.
“Eager are we.” I nipped her traps again, sinking my teeth into her muscles as my fingertips pressed against her soaked folds. The whole-body shudder I was rewarded with just made it hotter. Being with Ames felt beyond right, and a sense of the inevitable settled over me. I couldn’t process that yet, so for now, I’d enjoy the ride.
“God, I need you inside me,” she begged as I rubbed her slick up and down her folds. Her pussy was fucking dripping, the wetness mirroring my state. Slowly I pushed two fingers inside her, loving the way her grip on my shoulders tightened, how she let out a long, low moan.
“Mmm, fuck, can I touch you?” she asked. I gave a few pumps of my fingers inside her, allowing her time to get comfortable. The sight of her pressed against the brick wall, her head tilted back in surrender, was one I wanted to memorize.
“Hell yes,” I said, hiking down my shorts with my free hand.
Ames didn’t hesitate. She slipped her hand over my cunt and pressed her palm against my clit. The woman seemed to have a magnetism to it, given the speed with which she found the right spots in me. I wasn’t complaining in the slightest. Fuck, she’d brought me to highs I’d never anticipated. However, she didn’t stop there—no, she thrust her fingers inside me.
