Her mouth opened under his as he began a slow grind, his engorged cock rubbing insistently against her lower belly through the barrier of their clothing.
She could not catch her breath but this time it didn’t matter. She didn’t need to breathe. She only needed to feel Scott inside her, as quickly as possible.
“Please,” she whispered raggedly as she clutched the powerful muscles of his upper arms.
Scott was exerting too much control on his body to answer. If he didn’t get inside her sweet body and soon, he would explode in his jeans.
He shucked her short skirt up to her waist. Using both hands, he ripped off her lacy panties and tossed them away. He slipped up between her soft thighs and her moan made him growl in response. She was moist and warm. As he parted the wet silk of her lower lips with a finger she whimpered in response.
Cole did a little dance on the tips of his fingers, grinding her sex against his hand, frantic for release and afraid it would once again be snatched away. In spite of where they were, in an alley in sight of anyone who might come their way, she could only urge him on.
This was wild. This was madness. Someone might see them. She didn’t care.
She lifted her leg and hooked her heel behind his thigh.
Scott used the advantage of her parted thighs to slide two fingers deep into her sex. Sighing, she pressed her lower body into the push-pull of his fingers. But that was not how he wanted to be inside her. He wanted to cram the full length of his rigid cock into her.
He unhooked his belt buckle and reached for his zipper as the sounds of music and laughter burst from the opening door of the arcade opposite them on the street.
Scott stilled and swung his head in that direction, ever alert to danger.
Cole grabbed his neck. “Please don’t stop.”
“The hell I will.” A fire hose couldn’t get him off her now. But he watched, his pulse pounding in his cock, until the gamers moved on down the street.
He had her pinned to the wall so tightly the bricks dug into her back. There’d be scrapes and bruises in the morning but she didn’t care. She was about to screw Scott Lucca, right here, right now.
She pulled his shirt from his waistband and ran her hands up under it, exulting in the heat of his skin and the solid ripple of muscles on his back. He grabbed one of her hands and pushed it down to his zipper. She didn’t need any more encouragement.
She jerked it down and then her hands were inside his waistband pushing jeans and shorts down over the rock-hard contours of his butt.
He grabbed her by the waist and hoisted her up off the ground. His lips directed his quiet words right into her left ear. “Hold on tight, Cole. I’m going to give you all of me. As much as you can stand.”
She kicked off her sandals and wrapped her legs around his waist, locking her hands behind his neck.
He reached between them to direct his shaft at the right angle, felt the slick heat of the outer folds of her sex part against its head, and shoved toward the goal.
A faint cry escaped her as the fat head of his cock entered her. At this angle, he felt even bigger than she had expected.
“Shhh. Take it slow.” His whisper was thick with a sex-drugged urgency.
“Slow?” she responded, sounding offended at the idea. “I need fast.”
Gritting his teeth he took her firmly by the waist, and drove her hips down on his swollen shaft with an upward thrust. A series of little inarticulate cries began erupting from Cole as he slid home.
The sounds exploded in wonder by Scott’s ear as the ripples of her climax massaged the length of his cock.
Damn. She was so responsive he almost lost control and he hadn’t even begun to move. She might need only one thrust, his body demanded many more. Now. While her body was sucking him in.
He bucked under her, pounding into her hot wet darkness like a jackhammer. The old Scott Lucca finesse deserted him. He was running hot and wide open. She was so wet, and felt so right. This was how it had been with them from the first. It shouldn’t feel like the first time after all this time. But even the miracle of it was losing fascination to the seeping urgency of sensation that locked their bodies together.
He felt her climax rising again and she was calling his name in little breathless whispers that feathered his ear. A second later she gripped him hard, her fingers digging into his shoulders as he continued to pump her. Afraid she would cry out loudly, he reached up and stuck his thumb in her mouth to distract her. Her lips clamped down on his thumb as she began sucking it like it was a lollipop.
Her second climax went on much longer than the first. The clutch and caress of her sex echoed by her firm sucking of his thumb finally wrung from him a helpless “Holy shit.” She really was going to be the death of him.
Then he lost control.
He buried his head deep in her neck to keep from shouting in relief as he flooded her with his climax.