I reached into my back pocket for the foiled square I’d brought in anticipation, then tore it open. She groaned in protest as my fingers slid from her. But when I unzipped, she glanced down and licked her lips at the sight of my cock pressing between us. I rolled the rubber down my length with an ease that spoke of far too much practice, then slid a hand behind her leg and lifted her up. She hooked her thighs over my hips and clasped her calves behind me.
I held her suspended a little above me. My palms clasping her ass, the head of my cock pressing against that slick satin. Her hands cupped my cheeks as she brushed her lips over my face. I breathed in the warm musk of her and felt myself clench with pure need.
“Slide your panties to the side,” I murmured against her mouth, and she reached between us and removed that last obstacle. As I lowered her onto me, our moans mingled, warm breath combined. I almost exploded with that first sweet thrust into her.
“Oh, God!” she cried out, arching and tipping her head back. It was an act of faith, but I wasn’t going to drop her. Her hands grasped my biceps, and I leaned her back against the wall, then angled my forearms under her thighs and behind her knees. Suddenly, all those years of strength training seemed to have a real purpose at last. I hefted her weight easily, guiding her up and down my cock.
I grit my teeth and focused on bringing her to the edge with me, feeling her grinding her clit against me each time I slid her up and down. She picked up the tempo herself, thrusting forward to meet me as I pumped in. I knew I barely had a minute left in me, so when her moans began to pitch higher, I felt a swirl of relief.
“Fuck!” I ground out, jaw tight. “Oh…fuck!” I thrust forward again, felt her clench hard, and I was undone. “Just go with it,” I choked out. “Just let it go.” Sasha didn’t need any encouragement. I could have muffled her high-pitched wail with my palm, but it was music to my ears.
As she dropped her head against my shoulder, I let her legs slip down my sides. When her feet touched the ground, she fell forward against me.
“You good?” I murmured against her hair as she buried her damp face into my neck.
“So damn good,” she exhaled the words. I straightened her dress and brushed my lips over her forehead. I was still trying to get my breath back myself. I rolled off the rubber and zipped myself up, spotting a trash can at the corner to dispose of the evidence.
Sasha gave a light giggle as I took her hand and peeked around the corner of the alley, then led her back out onto the lit walkway.
“What?” I asked, looking down at her. Her hair had tumbled loose, and her lipstick was long gone. Any fool would know what we’d been up to out there, but I didn’t care. “Freshly fucked” was my new favorite style.
“I feel like a kid on a date,” she laughed, glancing up at me shyly.
“Youarea kid!” I laughed back. “Well, compared to me.”
“Yeah, coz you’re practically decrepit. Just look at you, all falling apart like an old man.” She slapped my taut abs, and I tucked her under my arm and nuzzled my lips against the top of her head.
“Yourold man,” I replied. “So, who’s your daddy?” I tightened my grip, but somehow, she’d gone tense, stiffening against me.
Something was wrong.
“What is it?” I said sharply, stopping and looking down at her.
She shook her head. “Nothing. Just…hungry.”
I narrowed my eyes. Her face was too cloaked in shadows for me to read her expression. “It’s not nothing.” I could feel it. That thing that lurked beneath the surface.
“I don’t want to talk about it,” Sasha said firmly, her gaze suddenly clear. I digested her words for a second, then backed down.
“Then let’s get you fed.”
Chapter 8
Sasha Ramirez
“Honest, Ren, I’m absolutely fine,” I reassured my closest – and probably only – friend. “I’ve been running between modeling sessions and training, and of course, Prince is keeping me busy.”
“I’ll bet,” came Renée’s rejoinder. “I can think of a thousand ways I’d want to ‘get busy’ with that man.”
I stifled a giggle. I was pretty sure I’d already tried most of them myself.
“Spare me the details,” she said drily. “Not because I’m prissy or anything. But I don’t want to have to hate you over all that.”
“Yeah, yeah…you can hate me for something else,” I replied, knowing it would never happen. Renée had a heart as big as the sky. “By the way, I did a payment for the rent. I hope it shows in your account.”
“Right…about that,” she said, “you can’t cover the entire lease, babe! Especially when you’re not even staying here.”
“I can do what I want,” I shot back. “Besides, I’m pretty sure you covered my butt on more than one occasion. I owe you.”
