"If it's too much… out here, I mean." Kade rested his forehead against mine, but I didn’t want to break the spell. He was so perfect, and this whole thing was actually a little crazy, but we both wanted each other.
I shook my head, pulling him back to my lips instead of answering. Our kiss reignited with fresh intensity, his mouth claiming mine as his heated palms slid over my sides. I melted into him, my fingers digging into his shoulders, feeling the firm muscles shift under my touch.
The railing pressed into my back, but the discomfort faded as his body molded against mine. He broke away just enough to whisper against my ear, and he sounded desperate. "You have no idea how much I want you, Lainey. Ever since that night at the Atlas, I've been craving you—your curves, your moans, the way you tighten around me. You're addictive. One taste and I was hooked; now all I think about is burying myself in you."
His words sent electricity racing across my skin, and I arched closer, my hands exploring lower to grab his butt and pull him tighter against me. He groaned, his lips trailing down my neck, nipping at the sensitive spot below my ear while his fingers worked the buttons of my blouse open, exposing my bra. He palmed my breast, squeezing with just the right pressure to make my nipple peak under the lace.
"Tell me what you like about me," he demanded, his thumb circling my nipple through the fabric. "Tell me why a good girl like you wants a bad boy like me."
I hesitated. I had no idea why I wanted him or why I ever thought I could have him. That first time it'd been alcohol and all of my emotions. But now? I had no right, not with the secret I was keeping from him, but his touch coaxed the words out.
"I like bad boys who take control," I admitted, my voice breathy as I kissed his jaw. "You make me feel alive, Kade. Dangerous and wanted."
He chuckled darkly, his hand sliding down to the front of my pants, popping the button open with ease. "You love it when I make you wet, don't you? Feel how hard you make me—aching to fuck you senseless. Your body's my obsession; I need to own every inch."
The zipper rasped down, and his fingers slipped inside, brushing over my panties where dampness had already gathered. I gasped, and my hips bucked instinctively as he teased the edge of the fabric, dipping lower to trace my folds. I shuddered and my eyes darted around in the darkness. It wasn't pitch black yet, but we were alone. Still if someone in the guard shack could see our silhouettes, they'd know what we were doing.
"What if someone sees?" I whispered, even as my hand mirrored his, undoing his belt and sliding into his boxers to wrap around his dick. It pulsed in my palm as I wrapped my fingers around the solid girth, and I stroked him from base to tip, feeling him thicken.
He glanced around briefly, his fingers still exploring me, parting my lips to circle my clit. "The security guard's got this areaon lockdown. He's a friend and he owes me a favor. No one's interrupting us. Relax and let me make you come, Lainey."
Reassured, I pumped him faster, swiping over the slick bead at his head, spreading his precum down his length. He thrust into my fist, matching the motion as he pushed my panties aside and slid two fingers into my wetness. I moaned against his shoulder, biting the fabric of his shirt to muffle the sound as he curled them inside me. He knew exactly where to touch me.
"God, you're soaking my hand," he growled, his thumb finding my clit and rubbing in firm circles. "This pussy's greedy for me, isn't it? Clenching like you need my dick instead. Tell me again—how much do you like bad boys fingering you in public?"
"I love it," I panted, but my coordination was off. The things he was doing to me made me stroke awkwardly and without a set rhythm. "This is so bad... we shouldn’t be here."
He added a third finger, stretching me wider, pumping in and out with a rhythm that had my thighs quivering. Pressure coiled tight in my core, and every thrust of his fingers made jolts of pleasure shoot through my nerves. Every time his fingers pushed in, the heel of his palm rubbed over my swollen bud, making me clench and whimper.
"God... oh God," I breathed, again biting his shoulder.
"Come on, baby, give it to me," he urged in a husky voice. "I need to feel you shatter. Let me make you explode right here."
The orgasm built to a crescendo, starting as a deep ache in my belly and exploding outward in powerful waves. My inner walls spasmed around his fingers, gripping them in intense, rhythmic contractions that soaked up every bit of pleasure from his touch.
Heat surged through me, my pussy flooding with fresh wetness that coated his hand and dampened my pants. My knees felt like giving out, my body trembling as the ecstasy peaked, my vision spotting with flashes while my clit pulsed wildly under his touch. Every muscle tensed and released in rapid succession, leaving me gasping, clinging to him as the aftershocks rippled through me, drawing out the bliss until I could barely stand.
He kept his fingers inside me through the aftershocks, stroking in gentle circles that prolonged the fading pulses. My body trembled, and every light movement sent tiny sparks through my oversensitive folds.
I slumped against him, forehead pressed to his shoulder, drawing in shaky breaths while the wind carried the distant rumble of water far below. When the tremors finally subsided, he withdrew his fingers carefully, the sudden emptiness making me clench around nothing. He brought them to his lips, tasting me with a low hum of approval before pulling me upright.
Our mouths met again in a deep, lingering kiss. His tongue explored mine with unhurried hunger, sharing the flavor of my release. His clean hand roamed freely now, sliding up my side to cup my breast, kneading me through my bra. His thumb brushed my nipple, coaxing it back to a tight peak despite the lingering sensitivity.
The other hand rested on my lower back, holding me steady as our bodies pressed together, his dick still pressed against my thigh. I moaned softly into the kiss, my fingers threading through his hair, tugging him closer.
"What now?" I whispered, and he smiled against my lips.
"Now?" he said playfully as he nudged my shoulders. I was a mess of endorphins and hormones, and at that point I'd have done anything he wanted me to.
I broke away and sank to my knees on the hard concrete of the walkway. The cold hard surface hurt, but I focused on what was right in front of me. His dick stood proudly out of the front of his boxers and his head glistened with precum.
I wrapped my fingers around the base, feeling the heat and the steady throb beneath the skin. Leaning forward, I licked a slow path from root to tip, savoring the salty bead that gathered there. Then I took him into my mouth, lips stretching around his girth as I sucked gently.
He groaned, one hand settling in my hair, fingers combing through the strands without pulling. I bobbed my head, taking him deeper with each pass, tongue swirling along the underside while my hand stroked what remained outside my mouth.
Saliva coated his length, easing the glide, as I hollowed my cheeks to increase the suction. His hips shifted forward in small, involuntary movements, pushing him farther until he nudged the back of my throat. I relaxed, breathing through my nose and let his length push past my throat until I gagged and squeezed him, then I pulled back.
"Your mouth is heaven," he murmured, voice strained. "Oh God…. Yeah, like that with your tongue."
