Chapter 7
It’s too late…
Prince Walker
I’d been here dozens of times over the years, generally with a different girl in tow. It had amused me to play these games beneath the critical eyes of the silent audience. It appealed to my sense of showmanship. My ego, if I was honest with myself. There had been brief exhibitions of ropework or dominance and the occasional spanking. Even Angelique had bent over my knee once or twice, displaying her perfect ass to the onlookers.
As Sasha arched beneath my touch now, it occurred to me she’d do anything I asked, even with everyone looking on.
I didn’t want that.
As hard as she was making me with those hot hazel eyes and silken limbs, I didn’t want to share any part of her with these people. What we had was for us alone.
I stopped stroking and stood, and she stared up at me. I gently pulled her up and until she was standing flush against me. “Let’s get out of here,” I whispered against her lips. Her eyes flashed confusion for an instant, but then she dipped her head in assent. She followed as I took her hand and led her briskly from the room. There may have been eyes on us before – she was beautiful enough to command that kind of attention – but there was no obligation to perform for these people. I couldn’t care less either way. I wanted this woman more than I could fathom. Just not there. Not with them.
We broke through the crowded dance area and retraced our steps through the echoing corridor. When we made our way through the doorway, I looked down at her and met wide, liquid eyes behind the dark mask. Confusion still swirled there, and I felt guilt rise.
“Are you upset with me?” she asked, and I shook my head. “I’m sorry…I’m not used to places like this,” she went on. “I’ll do better next time.”
I shook my head again. “I don’t want you to get used to this.” I jerked my head at the doorway. “And there won’t be a next time.”
“I’m bad at this stuff,” she said, her teeth denting her bottom lip.
“You’re toogoodfor this stuff, Sweetness,” I said fiercely. “I brought you here because I’m an ass.”
“I still don’t get it. You like places like this, but not with me?”
I shook my head. “I needed that before I met you. Now I have you, I don’t need anything else.” I wanted to laugh as I said the words. It was exactly the kind of cheesy bullshit I’d joked about my entire life, and here I was, falling for it, hook, line and sinker.
She still looked uncertain, though. “I don’t want to change you, Prince,” she said, looking up at me as we moved briskly. I’d told Horatio I’d call him when we wanted to leave. I wasn’t ready to go yet. Not with my cock straining at the front of my pants. I shot a glance around, then sidestepped quickly and tugged her with me as I ducked into a darkened alley.
We’d wandered into someone’s paved walkway somehow and had to navigate around oversized tubs filled with multicolored flowers. It was a damn sight better than fumbling around trashcans, but at that point I didn’t care either way. She stumbled off balance as I strode deeper into the shadows, and then gave a sharp gasp as I yanked her in front of me and pressed her back against the wall. Her face was hidden in the shadows, and I reached up to slide her mask off, wanting to see her face now. A quick tug relieved me of mine too.
“It’s too late, Sasha Ramirez,” I said, my palms flattened on the bare bricks beside her. “I’m already changed.” My mouth descended to meet her soft lips, and she moaned as I pressed my knee between her thighs. I’d spoken of power when we were back in the club. The power to make her hot with barely a touch. If that was the case, she had the upper hand – the woman could make me burn just by looking at me.
“I’m going to fuck you here, against this goddamn wall,” I groaned against her lips, and she made a small mewling sound. When I lowered my hand to the vee of her thighs, she gave a little cry and spread them without prompting. I ran a finger under the snug edge of her panties and was met by warm, wet flesh. “Jesus…you’re so hot…I’m going to burn up on entry,” I chuckled. She didn’t answer, simply spread her thighs wider and arched against me as my fingers slid deeper. I knew this sweet pussy so well by now I could trace out a map to get her over the edge in mere moments. I was almost tempted to do it, but I wasn’t sure I had the patience to wait through those moments.
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.
