“I don’t want to get you in trouble, Preston. I have some protection in my wallet.”
A sharp stab in my chest took an edge off my lust at his words.
“I’m good, I promise. Please, Joe.”
Something in my voice or eyes must have convinced him because I was off the ground in his arms being filled against the alley wall the next second. Every move, every thrust burned me from the inside out. We both grunted and moaned and fucked like animals. I felt Joe’s knot forming and gripped him tighter to feel the fullness stretch me as I’d never been stretched before and may never feel again. He tried to pull back, but I held tight.
“Fill me up until it spills out. Make me feel it.”
“Fuck, I never knew you were so dirty. Hot as fuck.” He pushed in further but then tried to pull out when the knot was almost fully lodged. “I can pull out, Preston. I don’t want to cause you any problems.”
I gritted my teeth and growled. “Don’t you dare. I can’t get pregnant, Joe. It’s impossible.”
Joe stopped mid-thrust and looked me in the eyes. “What did you say?”
“My doctor told me I can’t get pregnant. It’s not possible for me. So don’t worry.”
I put one hand on his scruffy chin and led his mouth down to mine. There was no more frenzy at this moment—just our heavy breathing and my gentle pleas between kisses.
“Fill me up, Joe.” I kissed his cheek and whispered, “That hole’s been empty for so long.” I tightened around him, and he groaned, pushing his knot further in, just the way I wanted.
My hands wrapped around his neck, hoisted my body up, and then dropped down onto his cock, so he was fully imbedded at last.
“Breed me.”
“Fuck yeah, I’m gonna breed you, you sexy fucker.”
We stayed in the alley kissing and thrusting for long minutes until the knot subsided, and his softened cock slipped out, leaving me empty again. Joe fixed his pants, then knelt to help me get dressed.
As we left the alley and walked to Joe’s car, I could have sworn I heard him whisper something against my hair.
It sounded a lot likemine.
4
JOE
“Ijust left him there.”
Stan, half listening, took another bite of my pizza and nodded absently. “Yeah, I know, dude, but it was days ago. You got him home, you tucked him in, and you left. And you’re damn lucky I hitched a ride with you to help deflect Dean Douche.”
“I said thank you, Stan. And, of course, I tucked him in without crawling in with him like I wanted. I had already taken advantage of him once. I couldn’t do it again.”
“Oh, quit with that shit, man. You can’t see the truth, but you will eventually. For now, focus on your classes. If you flunk out, no more trust. Don’t you need to go pick up that book you ordered for your art history class?”
“Shit, I forgot.” I jumped up and threw on my jacket while rushing out the door. “I think I can make it before they close. Lock up for me when you leave, will ya, Stan?”
He waved his yes while reaching for the last piece of the pizza he’d delivered earlier. I had never understood Stan’s financial situation. He worked odd jobs and went to school full time, but he never actually seemed to need the money from the jobs, and unlike me, he didn’t seem to have any intention of ever graduating with a degree in anything. As mysterious as he was, he’d been a good friend to me these last few years.
I made it to the bookstore with minutes to spare, so I burst through the door and went back to where they handled special orders. I got my book and was about to head out when I got a feeling that I was being watched. I spun around slowly, and just inside the door, I spotted the reason.
“Preston, hey!”
Today he was hiding behind his professor outfit. His tweed jacket and dress pants were in shades of charcoal. His shirt was a pretty pastel pink and his bowtie for the day was my favorite, burgundy with tiny pink dots. Even his wire-rimmed glasses acted as a shield against the world. As much as I had loved seeing his wild side the other night, I liked this side just as much. I made my way through the stacks, and as I got closer, I saw a blush rising up his cheeks that matched his pretty shirt.
“Um, hello, Joe. Nice to see you.”
I slid close beside him, getting a conspicuous sniff of his shampoo, then brushed by him to reach across and pick up a book on the shelf he’d been staring at to avoid my gaze. I pretended to examine the book, something about a Roman general, while trying to start a conversation I’d wanted to have for days.
