She faced forward, released a deep breath, and let go of the railing, eyes screwed shut. A second of weightlessness, and then he caught her, the hair on his arms scraping her legs.
Her lashes fluttered open to find their faces close together, so close she could see the tiny striations of brown interrupting the pure green of his irises.
“There.” His chest rumbled. “That wasn’t bad, was it?”
Maybe it was the danger, or the sense that they were compatriots, or the romantic position he was holding her in. Maybe she was simply tired of fighting her attraction to this man. All of the excellent, self-sacrificing reasons to kick him out of her life went flying out the window when she kissed those lips. It didn’t help that he responded instantly, parting for the shallow foray of her tongue. She swept in, dominating his mouth, making him hers.
The man was talented with his firm lips and hot tongue. With a low moan of surrender, Akira grasped hold of his shoulders. In a heartbeat, Jacob’s grip turned more possessive, his tongue battling with hers for the upper hand.
He gave a little growl, and the air spun around her until a hard surface met her back. His teeth scored her lower lip and she hissed. She loved this, loved the urgency and ferocity he brought with him. All that hunger boiling under his quiet facade.
His hunger may outpace yours.Or it was just right.
Roughly, he pushed her jacket aside and tugged at the sleeveless shell until the stretchy material had pushed below her breasts, the straps tightening around her shoulders uncomfortably. He did the same to her bra. Cool night air wafted over her nipples, tightening them further. Her skirt was already hiked up, but he pushed it higher, making a place for himself between her thighs. She wound her legs around his narrow hips automatically.
“There are people outside the alley,” she whispered. It wasn’t a protest, though another person might have interpreted it as such.
Not Jacob, though. He drew back, lips wet, eyes glittering feverishly. “With cameras.”
Her pussy clenched. It wasn’t fair, they were both on the same wavelength. How was she supposed to resist debauching him when he was so willing to play? “They’re looking for me.”
She was held up by the weight of his body and the brick wall behind her. He’d pushed her into the deepening shadows of the alley, out of the direct light, but it wouldn’t take long for an inquisitive photographer to find them.
He stepped closer, cupping her ass in both big hands, and hoisted her up higher, impatiently shoving her panties aside to dip inside her wet folds. His finger grazed the seam of her lips before tentatively pushing inside. “I thought I’d imagined it,” he said, so low she had to strain to hear.
“What?”
“How good you feel.”
“And did you?”
“No.” His lips parted. “It’s better. So hot. So wet.” He sank his finger deeper, to the knuckle. It wasn’t enough. She wanted him to loosen his jeans and cram her full of his thick cock.
“Fuck me,” she directed him, uncaring of the danger and risk, or her earlier reservations.
A big hand instantly covered her mouth, his thumb resting right under her nose. When she cried out, his teeth flashed white in the darkness, his excitement over their spy game morphing into a different kind of pleasure. “You like this. You liked it when I did this to you in the storage closet.” Her fierce nod dislodged his hand. “Jacob,” she gasped. “I need…”
He muted her again and rested his head on her forehead, his hot breaths mingling with hers. She was on fire at every point of contact: his finger stroking inside her pussy, his broad chest against hers, his hand over her mouth. “Shh. I know what you need.”
“Shh. I know what you need.”
How could he? For the first time in forever, she wasn’t sure what she needed.
“They’ll hear you.” He screwed a second finger in. “Can you hear them?”
She could hear them, faintly, the excited chatter of photographers as they waited for her to emerge from the building. Her body grew wetter, the threat of imminent discovery exciting her even as her brain told her it could ruin her.
He removed his fingers. Before she could protest, the cotton of his T-shirt abraded her exposed nipples as he aligned their bodies so his dick rested against her pussy. He rolled his hips, his jeans rough. “They’re going to figure out there’s a third exit pretty soon,” he murmured. He pressed his hand tighter against her mouth when she moaned. “They’ll come see.”
Her lips moved under his palm, and he released his hold long enough for her to speak. “They’ll see I’m dying to be fucked.”
His moan was a whisper of sound.By who,he mouthed. He punctuated each word with a thrust, his cock rubbing her clitoris.
“By you,” she gasped.
The unappeased sexual tension coiling inside of her since they had ventured forth on their ridiculous agreement coalesced into a giant, frightening thing. His shoulders grew even more tense under her palms, and he began shafting her with short, rough strokes designed to make her come.
She gritted her teeth and cursed the barrier of his jeans. He could be inside of her. She needed him there.
