“Tell me you aren’t wet right now.” I don’t respond, not wanting to sound out of breath by how turned on I am by this. A deep chuckle rumbles through his chest, and his dick hardens behind me. “I bet that if I put my hand under this short little dress, I’ll find you fucking soaked.” I bite my lip, trying to compose myself, but his words only make my nipples hard and sensitive.
“I don’t—” My sentence is cut off when his fingers graze my inner thigh.
“All you have to do is tell me to stop,” he whispers before gently kissing my neck.
A whimper slips past my lips, and he knows he has me. There’s no use fighting it.
His hand shoots up to my center and over my panties to find how wet I am.
His chest moves with his dark laugh. “Just like I thought. You didn’t mean a single word.” He emphasizes his statement by pressing his groin against my ass, where I feel the ridge of his hard cock.
“Thisiscomplicated, Grayson,” I manage to get out, attempting to clear my hazy mind.
“So what? Are you really ready to end this? To end us?” His finger teases me over my underwear. I throw my head back, moaning softly.
“I don’t even know what we are.” He moves the pad of his thumb to my clit, and I fist the hem of my dress.
“We’re something messy.” My dress is suddenly pulled up over my hips, cold air hitting my skin. “We’re something that probably shouldn’t have ever begun.” The sound of clothes rustling is unmistakable, and the metal of Grayson’s belt buckle clinks loudly in the empty parking lot, along with his pants zipper lowering. “We’re something that should’ve felt wrongfrom the beginning but ended up being too addictive and too damn good to stop.” He presses his body against mine again as the back of my head continues to lean on his shoulder. “We’re something that isn’t even close to being over.”
His words confuse me, turn me on, and worry me all at the same time. These are not lies, but they don’t provide any answers either. Not that either one of us has them anyway. Even if we did, I’m too distracted by his need for me and mine for him to stop him from pulling my panties down and slipping a finger inside of me, almost making me come on the spot.
“Grayson,” I moan. Voices drift from people passing by on the sidewalk, too far away to see us, but it’d only take me coming for them to notice what we’re doing. The thought of getting caught makes me bite my lip, and my adrenaline spikes.
“You like the idea of getting caught,” Grayson says as a fact, not a question. He moves his finger again.
“How did you know that?”
“Because your pussy squeezed my finger as soon as you turned to see the people near us.” He wraps his hand back around my throat and kisses me, forcing my mouth open. Fireworks explode as we both sigh. The taste of whiskey is still on his tongue, bringing back memories. “Tell me again how you don’t want me. How you so desperately don’t want me to fuck you here and now, waiting for somebody to catch you with a professor.” He rubs his bare dick on my ass cheeks, and I squirm in his hold.
“I thought you said I deserved better than public sex,” I say in a quick breath, feeling the chilly autumn air hit my pussy as he removes the finger from inside me.
“Not tonight, you don’t.”
The sound of a condom wrapper catches my attention, and I place my hand on his.
“I’ll take the morning-after pill while my birth control kicks in.”
His chest moves a bit faster. “Emma?—”
“I’ve taken it before, and I bought one as a backup when we started having sex.” I rub my ass on his dick, which in exchange makes him groan. “I want to feel all of you.” I need to feel all of him tonight to be reassured of everything he’s told me.
He chokes me harder. “I’m not going to last long, Princess.”
Me neither, I say to myself. I’m ready to come without him touching me at all.
Grayson lines himself up quickly and doesn’t take his time, ramming into me in one solid thrust. His hand shoots to my mouth, covering my muffled moan as he buries his head in the crook of my neck. He pauses for a moment, likely to gather himself and not come on the spot, but then more people pass by again, and the excitement makes me clench around him.
“Oh, fuck,” he hisses, and starts to move with quick, strong motions, all the while one hand remains over my mouth and the other on my stomach to keep me steady. I face forward, hands pressed against the wall, arching my back to give him easier access.
God, I’ve never felt so full.
“Seeing you in this tiny dress with your tits pushed up with every guy staring at what’s…”
Thrust.
“Fucking.”
Thrust.
