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We’ve talked about work, movies, and music. Now, our fingers are laced together as we walk hand in hand back toward the restaurant to pick up his car. I feel like I’m in the middle of a movie.
My entire body is pulled to the side, and I let out a gasp as Wells tugs me into an alleyway. The sun is down. It’s darker but not pitch black or anything. I don’t know what’s happening, and he moves toward me to the point where my back hits the wall behind me.
When he lifts his hands, cupping my cheeks, and his gaze searches mine, all thoughts and questions vanish. Slowly, he lowers his head, his lips touching mine, and I let out a moan as his tongue slips inside my mouth.
He releases my cheeks, nibbling my bottom lip before he breaks the kiss. Our breaths come out in pants as I look up at him, wondering what the hell is going on while at the same time wondering why I want him to touch me… there… now.
Wells takes a step backward, his gaze never leaving mine, and I open my mouth, ready to ask him where he’s going, but then he lifts his arm, his hand cupping the back of my head before he tangles his fingers in my hair. I let out a gasp as he spins me around to face the wall.
My natural reaction is to lift my hands and place them on the cool, hard concrete wall in front of me. Pinching my eyes closed, I can feel my heart racing throughout my entire body and hear it in my ears, slamming hard and loud. There is nothing else in this moment but my heart racing.
I should be feeling absolutely sick to my stomach. I’m not someone who typically enjoys the unknown, but my body seems to thrive on it when Wells is in charge. I feel safe with him. I feel protected. And I know I shouldn’t, but I do, and I’m trying not to overanalyze it.
Except that’s all I’m doing, analyzing every moment and questioning myself, and him, and then myself and him all over again. Like right now, I want to trust him. I’m beyond excited about what is happening, and yet I’m terrified at the same time.
He tugs my head back. My neck arches unnaturally. It almost hurts, but the thrill of desire slides throughout my body, settling in my belly, and I feel it contract with what is to come. His other hand moves toward my thigh, and he wrenches the skirt of my dress up, then grabs the strings of my thong and breaks it off, letting the scraps of fabric fall to the ground at our feet.
“Wells,” I call out.
I don’t recognize my own voice. Not only does it sound odd from the way my neck is being held, but there is a tone of want there as well. I shouldn’t want this—my ass being exposed to the world. I’m in an alley, not in a locked house or room. This is the wide open for all intents and purposes.
My thighs tremble, and my knees threaten to give out from beneath me, but he doesn’t allow that to happen. He grips my hip, tugging me backward and tipping me just the way he wants me until I’m positioned like his little doll. That concept makes me moan.
He hasn’t even touched me yet, and my pussy is aching for something—anything. He could blow on me down there, and I think I might come. When he has my body where he wants it, bent and arched, positioned like a clay model, I feel the head of his length against my center.
My pussy pulses. I want him right now. I don’t care that I can feel the warm breeze from the wind against my body. In fact, I think it makes this whole thing a little more dangerous and sexier. It’s forbidden. Slowly, he thrusts inside of me from behind.
I let out a gasp, holding my breath for a moment. He doesn’t move, allowing me to adjust to his size, his intrusion, the way he has done before. Then his fingers gently dance across my hip to my belly and slip between my legs.
He swirls my clit. My fingers try to grip the stone walls, but my nails just scratch at the concrete. He chuckles behind me, knowing exactly what he is doing to me. Slowly, he pulls almost completely out of me before he glides back inside.
Wells moves with precision, slowly and steadily, in and out, over and over. Closing my eyes, I try to let my body relax, feeling the way he moves, the way his fingers lightly glide against my clit. This is different from the way he has had sex with me in private. This is sensual, almost as if he’s putting on a show for the outside world.
“Are you going to come on my cock, cupcake?” His voice is low and rough. It sounds almost animalistic. Goose bumps break out over my skin.
I moan. Words wouldn’t come out even if I tried at this point. He moves inside of me, his fingers continuing to make firm circles against my clit, over and over. I’m frozen in a position where I’m immobile. I am his to have. To use. To play with. And I wouldn’t have it any other way.
“Yes, you are. Because you’re mine. You get off on me controlling you, on me hurting you, on the way you feel when I’m fucking you,” he says on a growl.
He’s right. I do. I’m not sure I should admit that, but I do get excited about all those things. A thrill washes through me again, and I feel myself climbing higher and higher. I’m on the edge, ready to fall over, ready to finish chasing down my release and come, but I can’t quite get there. I can’t move. I can’t search and make it happen.
Wells’s words come out on a low growl against the shell of my ear. “Come, Parker. Squeeze me with your sweet pussy. I want to feel you pulse around me. Over and over.”
There is a moment of silence while his fingers begin working between my legs harder, faster, and with purpose. That purpose is for me to come as quickly as possible. It’s almost too sensitive, too fast, too much, but at the same time, I wouldn’t dare ask him to stop.
“Open your eyes,” he demands. “I want to watch you.”
My eyes open, and that’s when it happens. He’s got sweat on his forehead. His eyes are that deep, dark-chocolate color that I already know means he’s feeling something intensely. His hips move harder, faster, the sound of our skin slapping together filling the alleyway around us, the concrete absorbing the noises as much as it can.
His jaw is clenched, and I don’t know if it’s that, the way his eyes shine, the demand that I open mine to look at him. Maybe it’s the combination of everything. But when he pinches my clit, that’s all I need.
Every muscle in my entire body tightens. I can feel my pussy clamp down around him, trying to keep him still inside of me while I ride my release, but he doesn’t allow that. He continues to move, his fingers even continuing to swirl around my clit.
“Too much,” I whimper.
If he hears me, he doesn’t even falter. He continues. Hard and fast. It almost hurts, but when I let out a heavy sigh, a breath, and I force my tight muscles to relax, warmth fills me. My whimpers of pain turn into moans of pleasure.
Seconds pass before he buries himself inside of me and stills and lets out a roar. He lowers his forehead to mine as his breaths come out in pants and his cock twitches inside of me.
