Alex.
As drunk as I am, it doesn’t go unnoticed that he remembers my name.
“Noah.” I breathe his name out across those flavored lips, slipping my tongue back in between them. This time, he kisses me back with an urgency so wild I almost forget how to breathe. He wraps a leg around my waist, and I punch my hips forward, my cock bumping up against his. I catch his moan in my mouth, low and throaty, the vibration shooting straight down to my balls.
“I think you should stop,” he mumbles against my mouth.
But I don’t want to stop.
Not now.
Not ever.
“God, Noah.” I slide my tongue along the side of his neck, licking the sweat from his skin as I make my way back to that sweet moaning mouth. The cool metal bar from his piercing strokes the inside of my cheeks, pulling a moan out to match his.
He hums in delight. My lips buzz in response. The vibration has me wanting more, more, and fucking more.
“Damn you for being so pretty.” I moan, licking his lips, savoring their sweetness.
“Fucking strawberries,” I murmur against his marvelous mouth. He puckers his lips, and I suck them right between my own.Hard. Inhaling every whimper, moan, and gasp. His breath slips down my trachea and into my lungs, and I flat-out refuse to release it.
I’m taking everything.
Every.
Fucking.
Thing.
Especially my time.
“Touch me, Noah. Please,” I beg, needy and bold, desiring the feel of his soft hands on my body.
“Let me get you some water.” He pants, freeing his lips from mine. Confusion settles across my crazed eyes. “You need water,” he urges.
“I need sex.” I scowl, shamelessly dragging my dick across his.
“Alex, stop!”
Stumbling back, I grab my wallet out of my back pocket. My blurry eyes settle on his pretty ocean-blue ones.
I’m so fucking ready to go swimming.
“Take this, Noah,” I demand, removing a wad of cash from my billfold and flinging it into the air. The ruffling wind picks it up and drags the cash across the dirty cemented ground.
“What are you doing? Are you soliciting me?”
I slip my credit cards free from their snug compartments and shove them against his chest. “I’m paying for my swimming lessons,” I slur as Noah slips out of my shadow and makes a dash for the cash being tossed around by the whipping wind.
“Alex, please stop,” he desperately pleads.
My pretty dancer.
And then… everything goes black. The heavy metal door slams open, my name is shrieked at an absurdly high pitch, my legs give out—and I feel nothing. Absolutely nothing, as my face kisses the pavement.
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