He lets go of my hands and unbuttons my top. The cool breeze brushes over my skin, beading my nipples, a moment before his hot mouth encloses one, sucking it into his mouth for a second, then moving on to the other one.
The moon is hidden behind rainclouds. Away from the street, the light of the lamp doesn’t reach us. We’re hidden from the street, but the house isn’t too far away.
“Someone might hear us,” I whisper and moan involuntarily as his fingers pull my top out of my skirt and move across my stomach back to my breasts.
The entire situation is completely inappropriate. We’re probably breaking a few laws, too. And yet, all I can do is catch my lower lip between my teeth as a myriad of sensations awaken, all at the same time.
“You’re right. Someone might hear us,” Kellan mutters, not really helping. “Let’s be quick, then.”
His fingers are like fire on my skin, his touch on my breasts not as gentle as I imagined.
Rough has never been one of my preferences, but coming from him, his decisiveness does strange things to my body.
Tossing my head back, I moan in response, the mixture of pleasure and pain taking over.
“What are you doing?” I ask in a sudden moment of lucidity.
He doesn’t reply. He just lets go of me and slides up, his body pressing me against the gate.
I can feel the entire length of his erection pulsating against my abdomen. He’s hard as a rock, ready to take me to pleasure heaven, which I’m sure is the plan if I let him.
“Kellan.” His name slips out of my mouth. It sounds like a question. I don’t know what to do. I’m not Mandy, who can so easily live in the moment and think about consequences later.
It’s just a hook up.
Enjoy it.
“Yes, baby. Just like that.” Kellan groans, and I realize I’ve just pressed myself flush against him, closing the remaining space that might have been between us.
Our gazes meet. In the moonlight, I can sense the mixture of apprehension and lust more than I can see it.
He trails his hands down my hips and lifts up my skirt, then steps back to appraise me. My pale skin looks white and smooth in the darkness, all the faults I never liked about myself hidden.
His eyes drink me in. All of me. I’m holding my breath, waiting for his reaction.
“Damn, woman,” is all he says. A moment later, his lips crush mine. His tongue is forcing its way into my mouth, probing, tasting, while his fingers brush the front of my panties.
My breath hitches as my clit pulsates to life against his insistent fingers, and I moan into his open mouth.
I can feel my wetness coating my panties, readying me for his hard cock. I want him inside me so bad, I whimper, almost considering begging if he won’t speed things along.
So much for my resolution to stay the fuck away from him.
So much for my decision not to join his collection of conquests.
How many were there?
How many will there be after me?
I shake my head to get rid of the seed of jealousy settling at the back of my mind.
It doesn’t matter. He’ll be a sweet, delicious memory by the end of the week.
He’ll be the one past indulgence I’ll think about when I’m old and settled into my boring, middle-class life, chasing after two kids and the passion I once felt for a stranger.
“This means nothing,” I whisper, more to convince myself than him.
“Hmm.” Kellan stops to bite my lower lip, sucking it into his mouth. His fingers pry my legs apart and squeeze beneath my panties.
His groan reverberates from his chest. It’s deep and sexy and all the answer I need to know what he’s thinking about my wet *.
“You’re ready for me.” Kellan’s voice is hoarse, dripping with want. “I could fuck you right now and you’d be milking me for all I’ve got.”
“Then fuck me.”
I don’t know where that came from or who this woman is, because it’s sure not me.
His fingers trail my folds. A gasp escapes my mouth as they find their way inside me, and I spread my legs a bit, rocking against his big hand.
His thumb finds my clit and presses gently while he plunges two fingers in and out of me.
It feels so good to have him inside me.
Desire rolls over me in sweet, long waves.
“Ava, look at me.” His command enters the periphery of my mind.
Unwillingly, I open my eyes and meet his gaze. Half of his face is veiled in darkness, reminding me of our first encounter in front of Club 69. This has been my dream for so long, I know it’ll be my undoing.
“Yes, baby, look at me and tell me how much you like this.” His tone is low, barely more than rasps of breathing.
“Kellan.” His name is all I can say, over and over again. His eyes are fixed on me, feasting on my lust, as his fingers work their magic, taking me to the brink.
“I’m so close,” I think I whisper, but I’m not sure because all I can hear is the thrumming of my blood flooding my veins.
The pulsing between my legs intensifies. I close my eyes, ready to succumb to my imminent orgasm.