The contact punches the air straight out of my lungs. She strokes once—slow, deliberate—watching my face come apart while she does it.
"Tell me what you want. Wall or—" her eyes drop, then lift back to mine, the offer naked in them, "—I'll go to my knees right here. Whatever you want, Kade. I mean it."
Something close to wonder moves through me beneath the heat.
Two hours ago she was dancing alone in a mountain bar, trying to outrun whatever haunts her. Now she's in a dark alley with her hand wrapped around my cock, offering me her knees on filthy concrete like it would be a *privilege*. The image detonates through my chest and lodges there—her looking up at me from the ground, lips parted, my cock sliding between them, those impossible blue eyes gone black while she takes everything I give her.
“Next time.” God, there will absolutely be a next time. I grip her wrist, stilling her hand before she finishes me where I stand.My voice comes out rougher than I intend. "Right now, I want you on this wall."
“Yes, please." The word cracks open. Her free hand fists in my shirt, and she presses closer, restless, trembling, chasing friction she can't quite reach. "I need you inside me—now. Please."
She's already begging. She has no idea what that does to me.
"I don't do anything halfway." My voice has dropped to something low and dark that doesn't quite sound like me. "Last chance to change your mind."
"Fuck me." Breathless. Absolute. No shame anywhere on her face—just raw, open want, and God, she's devastating for it. "I want your cock deep inside me. Right here. Don't you dare make me wait for a bed."
Every last shred of restraint disintegrates.
I spin her to face the brick, hike the silk dress up around her waist, and lean down to put my mouth against her ear. "Hands flat on the wall. Spread your legs. Keep them there."
She complies before I finish the sentence—palms flat, back arched, lush ass pushed back against my aching cock like an offering. Like she's been waiting for exactly this instruction. The sight nearly ends me before I've even started.
"Anyone could see us right now." I pull my wallet. Thank God I'm the kind of man who plans ahead. “Me, fucking you against the wall.”
"Let them." She glances over her shoulder, eyes gone full dark with want. "Just put it in me, Kade. God, I need you to fuck me…”
"Since you asked so nicely." I sheath myself in latex, grip her hips like a vice, and pause—just long enough to feel her tremble, to feel how badly she needs this, to make sure we both know exactly what we're doing. "Last chance."
"If you don't fuck me right thissecond?—"
I thrust brutally deep into her, burying myself to the hilt, cutting off the eager threat. She is incredibly tight, dripping wet, completely perfect. I grit my teeth to keep from finishing immediately like a goddamn teenager.
The sound she makes cuts off into shocked silence, and then—a long, low, wrecked moan that she muffles against her own hand. She's impossibly tight. Dripping. Perfect. I grit my teeth hard against the urge to finish immediately like a man who's never had a woman in his life.
"More." She pushes back against me. "Deeper.Please."
I start moving, setting a punishing, piston-fast rhythm that's probably too rough for a first time. But she meets me thrust for ruthless thrust. Those little helpless sounds escape freely now—I want them, I *told* her I want them—and they fire through me like a current. One hand stays anchored on her hip while the other slides around to mercilessly work her clit.
A ragged, gorgeous cry tears from her throat.
"That's it." Her muscles start to flutter and tighten around me, rhythmic and desperate. "Come on my cock, little bird. Right now. Let me feel you."
She shatters.
Her whole body locks—clenching around me so hard my vision whites at the edges. I bury my face in her neck and follow her over, grinding deep, groaning against her damp skin as the climax tears through me in long, rolling waves. It goes on longer than it has any right to. It goes on long enough that when it finally ends, I'm holding most of her weight.
We stay locked together in the dark, breathing.
Then the night air creeps back in. The distant sound of the bar, two streets over. A car on the main road. Reality, reassembling itself.
I pull out carefully and deal with the condom. She straightens her dress with shaking hands, then looks down at the shreddedlace pooled on the alley floor. Her panties are a lost cause—destroyed long before I tore them off.
Something like laughter moves across her face. "That was..."
"An appetizer." I pull her against me and take her mouth in a slower kiss. Deep. Thorough. The kind that makes a promise. "Wait until I get you somewhere I can actually take my time with you."
A full-body shiver runs through her. "My place isn't far."
