Thrill Seeker (Sinful in Seattle)

Here in public. Anyone could chance upon us. But that was the thrill of it. That thrill that we were mutually feeding. Was that all we were?

I wasn’t sure I cared to look too deeply into that.

I slipped my fingers out of her and she whimpered. I dug into my inside pocket for my wallet and for the condom that I’d replaced. Had I known this was going to happen again?

It had been on repeat in my head so much I’d wanted it and hoped for it. I flipped out the condom and tucked my wallet away again. The fact that I’d inadvertently stashed two in my wallet was either prophetic or pathetic.

I flipped up the skirt of her sundress, and the wild pattern of purple flowers and green stalks over cream glowed against her tanned skin. Her rounded ass and the white panties made me groan.

White cotton.

The incongruous innocence to what I was doing with her tore at me. Not enough to stop. No, all I could think about was pulling them aside enough to watch my cock slide inside her.

Jesus.

My fingers did just that. Dragged them aside and her swollen lips were there just waiting for me to plow into.

I pulled her hand away from my cock and placed it on the wall, high above her head like her other hand. Then I gripped her hips and dragged her up onto her toes so we lined up.

“This is what you need? Here in this alley. Will that door open?”

“I-I don’t know.”

I crowded into her, my dick pressing into her thigh. “I don’t even care. I don’t think I could stop if someone did walk out here and watch. I want you that much. It would take ten minutes to get you into a hotel and do this properly.”

“Fuck the hotel. I want this. I like this.”

“Yes,” I hissed. This place on the edge fed the need I already had. Would it be as powerful on a bed with silk sheets and soft music? I just didn’t know.

“What do you want, Miss Barrows?”

She shuddered against me and I got off on the power of it. God, I was feeding on her like a high. The endorphin rush I got when I scaled Mt. Rainier and rappelled down with my brothers was the only thing close.

And it paled in comparison.

“Your cock inside me.” Her voice was a broken whisper.

I’d needed to hear her say it so badly that there were no words left in me. I slammed inside of her and drove her up onto her toes once more. Our height difference made my thighs burn but I didn’t care. I was inside her again.

She clamped down on my cock and I blew out a long, low groan. I wrapped one arm around her ribs until her breasts rested on my forearm and I gripped her other hand.

Brick dug and scraped over my knuckles as I laced our fingers and held her back against me and hammered into her. The angle was exquisite and excruciating. I slid my arm up between her breasts for leverage, to drag her down onto me. I held onto her shoulder and lost myself to the precious torture.

I needed more.

I cupped her jaw, twisting her to meet my mouth.

The kiss was clicking teeth and rough lips. I sucked on her tongue and she grazed my bottom lip with her teeth as we lost ourselves in the visceral pounding of flesh. My end was coming too fast.

I’d wanted her too badly, had reacted too strongly to seeing her touch Bellamy. I’d needed to brand her, cover her, and now I was speeding toward an orgasm I couldn’t stave off.

She turned her mouth away from mine and buried her face against our stacked arms. She sunk her teeth into my forearm a moment before I felt her flutter around my cock, then squeeze harder. I buried my mouth in her hair at the back of her neck and answered her bite with one of my own.

This wasn’t me.

I didn’t mark and I sure as fuck didn’t bite. But with her, nothing was within normal parameters.

My breathing was fast and my heart was going to bust through my sternum, but I held on and rode her orgasm, fighting against my own.