He does it again and again, our eyes locked the entire time.
It’s a slow, beautiful torment, pushing me closer to that blissful release with each thrust and teasing me with every retreat.
But I need more.
I want that hot, messy fuck he promised. I want him to leave me raw and aching so I feel him when I wake up tomorrow and wish we could do it again.
Arching my hips, I get Olly to understand. Dropping his hand from my mouth, he grips the backs of my knees and hoists me in the air until my legs hang over his elbows, my thighs wide open for him.
Then he fucks me.
His cock works me over, pushing and pulling us closer to climax until we’re panting and grunting, not caring who can hear.
“Is this what you need?” Olly grunts as his solid thighs smack into my ass with each thrust.
“Yes,” I moan.
His hips ram me into the brick wall over and over again. Sharp edges graze my skin, but his cock hits me at a perfect angle every time, turning pain into pleasure. “I’m so close.”
He slams his mouth onto mine, his tongue as feral as his cock, thrusting and taking. This kiss isn’t researching—it’s wild and desperate and sends me over that precipice in seconds.
Olly grunts into my shoulder, his teeth grazing my skin as he shudders.
My nails claw at his shirt. My walls flutter and grip, sucking him deeper as I ride out the intensity of our combined orgasm, draining his cock of every drop as he pulses inside of me.
I slump against him, too tired to keep my eyes open.
Minutes or hours pass as we stand there, catching our breath.
My eyes flutter open, taking in the image of my legs dangling from his elbows. Arousal leaks from where we are joined, and only a tree trunk stops us from being caught by faculty members and students.
A giggle bubbles up in my throat unexpectedly.
“Are you fucking laughing?” Olly growls, his voice vibrating on my neck and making my pussy clench.
In response, he squeezes my hips, the movement so sensual, so intimate—so not Lacey and Olly.
“I can’t help it.” I laugh again. “You’ve got me pinned to a wall with my legs spread and your penis in my vagina… This is not how I expected the day to turn out.”
He tilts his head on my shoulder and looks up at me, a soft, satisfied glow replacing the wildness in his eyes. “Are you going to turn it into a dirty story for your readers?”
His question brings a smile to my lips. For the first time in forever, I feel the confidence I’ve written about for years. I’m the lead character in my own life, and my story is just getting started. “Absolutely.”
CHAPTER NINE
Olly
I wake up with my hand on my dick and Lacey’s taste on my tongue.
Memories of her silent moans bursting on my palm and the delicate flutters of her pussy squeezing my cock are anchored in my brain with perfect recall.
But it’s the sudden awareness that I was inside Lacey, joined in the most primal way, that sends my fist up and down my shaft, drawing out the memory, never wanting it to end.
But it will.
One time.
She said one fucking time.
