“Why does it ache?” Violet whispered, and I quickly tugged her towards the exit rather than the trains. I couldn’t take her on public transport without risking her dry humping some poor commuter.
The late-night air was cool, the wind and rain whipping around us like a mini hurricane. Within seconds we were drenched, raindrops sliding down Violet’s skin until it glowed, pale and pearlescent beneath the streetlights.
It was lucky we hadn’t brought my bike, because I had no idea how I’d concentrate riding with her rubbing herself against my back. But that also meant we needed a way back to my flat, one that didn’t involve other people.
Which meant I needed to steal a car.
“Can you stay here?” I asked her, her breath coming in little pants as she flung her head back towards the sky. Her hair darkened to gold when wet, her hips moving to a song that only she heard. “Violet?”
She wasn’t listening to me, her hands exploring her own body like she was the star act in a strip club. A quick glance around told me we were alone, the rain having driven everyone else for cover. Fingers brushed down my arm, and I immediately caught the hand.
“Did I say you could touch me?” Reaching for herthroat, I pressed forward until her back hit the brick wall, her eyes snapping up to meet mine.
“Please,” she whimpered, the ledge overhead protecting us from the downpour.
I immediately relaxed my grip, my thumb reaching up to press hard against her bottom lip. “Please what?”
“I don’t…” She let out a strange sound, pushing her body against mine. “I need… I… Kiss me,” she breathed, her tongue flicking against my thumb.
Fucking hell.“I don’t kiss.”
“Then touch me.”
I let out a groan, my cock so hard it hurt against my zipper. “You don’t mean that.”
“Please,” she begged once more. “I need it to stop.”
I cursed low beneath my breath, finding she was trying to relieve the pressure between her thighs before I tightened my grip a little on her throat. “Enough.”
“I need… I need…”
“Iknowwhat you need.” With my free hand I guided her fingers beneath her dress, using them to touch herself above the lace. “Tell me how it feels,” I demanded.
“It aches.”
I swallowed a groan, moving her fingers as if they were my own. “Slip them beneath the fabric.”
The command hung heavy in the air, sparking between us like static. She swallowed hard, her throat shifting with the effort of resistance, but the tremor that followed gave her away.
The fight was there in her eyes, but so was the hunger trembling just beneath the surface. So clearly, she was into giving up control and taking orders. She was just a brat, her body shivering at my tone despite the rebelliousness.
Removing my fingers from hers, I slapped her pussy. Shegasped, lips parting even as my thumb was insistent on her bottom lip, pressing it hard against her teeth.
“Don’t make me ask again, Violet,” I said. “Slip your fingers beneath the lace.”
Her defiance faltered, eyes dancing with arousal and a spark of anger despite the drugs. But she finally followed the order, and I knew when she brushed against her clit, her breath exhaling against my skin.
“Good girl. Touch yourself for me.”
She tried to nod, but my grip on her neck and jaw kept her against the wall.
“Seems we’ve discovered a little kink of yours,” I growled, even as she whimpered. “I wonder what else gets you all hot and bothered?”
I felt every moan and groan vibrating against my palm, and each one made my cock twitch. Begging to join in.
Violet was a fucking goddess, touching herself out in the open while covered in the rain. Golden strands of hair plastered to the side of her flushed face, some sticking to her breasts and arms as she rubbed in slow circles.
Except, I wasn’t in the mood to tease, not when my cock ached to the point of pain with no release in sight.
