Softer. Deeper. More.
She’s pouring into me.
And I’m pouring into her.
There’s need and affection and months of unsaid shit pouring between us. Filling me from head to toe.
That’s what she does—she fills this hole inside me. Nothing else does.
Her lips part to make way for my tongue.
She arches her back, melting into my touch, begging me to take her.
The rest of the world slips away. My universe is Kay. Her soft body. Her lush lips. Her palm against my stomach.
Her groan as she pulls back. “Please.”
She stares at me with those doe eyes.
Begging me with those sweet eyes.
“Take off your panties.” I step back enough to make it possible.
She looks around the alley. “Here?” It’s empty, but we’re sandwiched between a busy street and a parking lot.
My voice drops to a demanding tone. “Here.”
Her lip quivers. Her brow knits. She’s considering it.
Of course she is. Kay is cautious.
But if I’m going to teach her…
She isn’t going to blink after an order.
She’s going to trust me to lead her anywhere.
“Now.” I drop another octave. Fuck, I’m impatient. I need her coming around my fingers. I need her groaning my name. I need her so wracked with pleasure she can’t see straight.
She answers with a heavy nod.
Bends. Reaches under her skirt. Pushes her panties to her knees.
She shudders as I drop to one knee and peel her panties to her ankles.
I help her out of them, one foot at a time, then I slide them into my back pocket.
Her voice is soft. Uncertain. “I’ve never done this before.”
“I know.”
“Any of it.” She clutches at my t-shirt like it’s a lifeline. “No one’s touched me but me. And I’ve never touched anyone.”
There goes my last coherent thought. Being the first guy inside her, the first to make her come—
Fuck.
“Trust me.” I cup her cheek with my palm. “I’ve got you.”
She nods.
“All you need to do is breathe.”
“Just breathe?” Her thighs shake against my fingertips.
My hand goes to the hem of her skirt. I push it up an inch. Another. Another. Until it’s as high as it can be without putting her on display.
Fuck, those soft thighs.
I need them wrapped around me.
I stroke her inner thigh until her eyelids flutter together. “Can you stay quiet?”
Her fingers dig into my t-shirt, pressing the cotton against my skin. “Yes. I… Please…”
“Look at me.”
Her eyes glue to mine.
I’ve thought about her like this a thousand times. A million even.
But the real thing is so much fucking better.
I drag my fingertips higher.
Higher.
Higher.
She shakes against my skin.
Tugs at my t-shirt.
Pulls my body against hers.
“Arms over your head.” I guide her motions. One arm. Then the other.
My palm closes around her wrists.
I pin her arms to the wall.
Her pupils dilate. Her hips rock against mine. Her tongue slides over her lips.
She likes being at my mercy.
Needs it even.
Fuck, I can’t remember the last time I was this hard.
She’s so fucking beautiful like this.
I stroke her inner thigh until her legs are shaking. Until she’s staring at me with that plea in her eyes.
I’m the only thing in her universe.
This moment—her on the edge, desperate for my touch—it’s the only thing in her universe.
Then it’s rolling off her lips. “Please, Brendon. Please.”
“Please what?”
Her thighs squeeze my hand. “Make me come.”
Fuck, that sounds good on her lips.
My cock screams for attention. For every soft, sweet part of her.
Still, I torture her. Stroke her soft thigh until she’s shaking with so much desire I can’t take it.
I stare back at her as I bring my thumb to her clit.
“Fuck.” Her eyelids press together. A groan rolls off her lips. Loud. Then softer. “Please.”
I rub her with slow circles. Until she’s squirming against my hand. Until her wrists are shaking.
Then I bring my index finger to her cunt.
And I tease her.
Her teeth sink into her lip.
Again.
Her hips buck against me.
Again.
Her groan vibrates down her chest.
I add another finger.
Go a little deeper.
Deeper.
There.
I’m officially the first inside her.
Fuck, it does something to me.
Wakes up every nerve in my body.
Sends that last remaining bit of blood to my cock.
Fills my head with all sorts of caveman thoughts.
Her eyes burst open. Catch mine.
They’re hazy with pleasure. Need. Lust.
Satisfaction.
I watch it spread across her face as I fuck her with my fingers.
Her lips part with a groan.
A sigh so heavy her entire body is shaking.
Fuck, she’s close.
I pin her wrists to the wall.
Rub her harder.
Fuck her deeper.
Her eyelids flutter together.
Her fingers curl into themselves.
“Brendon. I… Fuck.” She bucks against my hand. “Fuck.”
There.
Her hands go slack as she pulses around me.
God dammit, she’s even more fucking beautiful coming on my hand.
I soak up every bit of her bliss. Every groan. Every shake. Every sigh.
Once she’s come down, I drop her arms.
I bring my fingers to my lips and I taste every drop of her.
Then I wrap my arms around her and I pull her close.