Lie (Betrothed 8)

It wasn’t clear what caused her to relax, why her irritated gaze faded away, if it was because of the touch or the compliment. Either way, she did, and she turned to me, watching me with less aggressive eyes. “Thank you.”

“Red is definitely your color.” My fingers lightly touched her ponytail that hung down, admiring the gold hoops hanging from her lobes. My hand drifted down her arm until I pulled it away entirely, letting it rest on my thigh.

It didn’t take her long to grow irritated with my behavior, irritated that I’d stopped touching her. I wasn’t even sure if she even noticed that it made her mad. But when two girls walked by and noticeably stared at me as they passed, she really grew irritated. Her hand went to my thigh, her fingertips coming close to my crotch. “You don’t have to keep your stubble for me.” She finally looked at me, stopped giving me the cold shoulder.

“You said you liked it.”

“I like you whether you have it or not.”

I grabbed the leg of her chair and tugged her closer, bringing us as close as possible.

That was when she hooked her arm through mine and pivoted her body closer, like she wanted my hand on her thigh, wanted me to touch her so everyone would know I was taken.

She changed her attitude quickly. She was definitely the jealous type.

I thought it was hot, so fine with me.

“I usually shave when I know I won’t see you for a few days, so it doesn’t grow into a beard.”

“Beard or no beard, I don’t care.”

“Really?” I asked. “Because you were awfully picky in the beginning.”

She rolled her eyes. “I was just trying to get rid of you…”

“And now you can’t get enough of me.” I grinned.

She turned to me. “You’re the one who barged into my apartment uninvited and then tracked me down.”

“Because I can’t get enough of you.” I squeezed her thigh.

She softened right in front of my eyes even though she tried so hard to resist. “You want to get out of here?”

“We can stay if you want to hang out with your friends.”

She watched them for a second, seeing them absorbed in their conversations with their male suitors, before she turned back to me. “I think they’re busy.”

“You wanna be busy too?” I liked being a smug asshole with her because it got under her skin, but it also made her want me more.

When she rolled her eyes, it was with a playful nature. She squeezed my thigh then rose from her chair, turning so her perky ass was right in my face. “Let’s go.”

I gave her a gentle spank before I followed her.

“Could you stop smacking my ass?”

My arm moved around her waist as I walked her outside. “I could…but I know you don’t really want me to.” We walked out the main doors and headed down the sidewalk.

Her heels tapped against the sidewalk as she walked, her hips shaking from left to right as she moved.

When an alley appeared on our left side, I tugged her hand and pulled her into the dark alleyway.

“What are you doing?”

There was a large dumpster against the wall, so I guided her behind it and pushed her up against the brick wall. “You said if you spotted me in a bar, you’d hunt me down and fuck me in a dark alleyway.” I yanked her dress to her hips and undid my jeans.

Instead of swatting me away, she was totally down for it. “Well, this night turned out better than I thought it would…”

I pushed her panties over her ass and pulled them down her legs until I got them off her ankles. I stuffed them into my front pocket and then gripped the back of her knee, raising it up so I could slide inside her with one quick thrust.

Fuck.

Her hands gripped my arms, and she pressed the back of her head into the wall, her ponytail pushed to one side. She tried to suppress the moan so no one would hear us going at it behind the dumpster, but she was unsuccessful.

I pressed my forehead against hers and fucked her against the wall, her heels giving her height that made it easy for me to get my dick inside her perfect cunt. I moved hard and fast, wanting to make this quick rather than a long, drawn-out screw like we did in her bed.

Fuck, it felt so good.

I couldn’t last as long as I used to, not once we’d ditched the condoms and it was just her and me. She was the first woman to give me this experience, to give me all of her, utterly and completely, and that simple fact was enough to make me struggle. I was the first man to come inside, and she was the first woman to take my come.