“Hands on the wall.” His voice deepens as I comply subconsciously.
He wrenches my ass back before sliding a hand to my stomach. He skillfully pops the button on my jeans and shoves his hand inside as I moan in anticipation.
The loss of his hands has me pushing my ass back for any touch, but then, this man shocks the shit out of me by yanking my jeans and panties down just low enough to expose me.
I should probably worry that we’re out in the open, that anyone could see us, but if anything, it turns me on more. My clit pulses with need right as his hand smacks my ass. The sting is delicious and melts into pure pleasure. I hear moaning, and I don’t realize it’s me until Arlo leans over my back and puts his mouth right next to my ear.
“Keep moaning my name, Marina. It only makes me harder.”
“Shut up and fuck me.” I push my ass out again.
His deep chuckle reaches my ear as he straightens, the crinkle of a condom the only other sound.
The anticipation of his touch while simultaneously having my legs immobile and my hands on the brick wall of the building makes me crazy.
But he makes me wait.
Chapter 13
Arlo
I’m out of control. I can feel it. But seeing Rina splayed out in front of me makes me want to be wild.
Seeing her sitting with that preppy asshole had me seeing red, and I know I overstepped. It felt like I was watching it all as a movie; I stepped into the restaurant and watched myself get this red haze over my vision before stomping over there and inserting myself. I almost laughed when he thought I was a server, and then wanted to punch him in his dick when he acted all high and mighty. He’s not right for Rina. I know that in my bones.
I didn’t mean for things to go this far, though. I had no intention of fucking her where anyone can see us, but damn it, her fiery attitude and calling me on my shit just does it for me. I know it’s unhealthy and that I need to find a way to get her to hear me out, but all the blood and oxygen are currently vacant from my brain.
There’s a red handprint on her ass from my hand, and I wish I could pepper her pretty porcelain skin more, but I know, realistically, we don’t have a lot of time.
Gripping my dick, I slide it through her opening, not quite penetrating before sliding down to her clit. Rina’s back arches, and a whimper sounds out in the warm evening air.
Her skin pebbles with goosebumps, and my hand moves down my cock and squeezes hard. I need to get a grip, or I’m going to come before I ever get inside of her.
I palm her ass before spanking her harder than the last time, and when she pushes back, causing my tip to slip inside of her, I lose what very little control I had.
I slam into her as she braces against the wall. Gripping her hips tight, I set a fast, punishing pace right from the word go. She’s feels too fucking good, and this unexpected development has my orgasm too close to the surface. Tilting my head up as my hips keep pumping, I think about the stupid request from the meddling trio earlier, and it takes just enough of the edge off to make sure I get Rina taken care of.
Her hand slaps the brick, and I internally cringe at how much that probably hurt. I’ll be sure to check it out after we finish. I shift one of my hands around her hip and down to her clit, feeling her clench around me.
“Oh God,” she moans out.
I pinch it hard, causing her to tip over the edge, and I follow after her. Her whole body sags as I collapse on top of her to catch my breath. It may have been a quickie, but it was still mind-altering.
Fuck, why can’t I keep my hands to myself around her?I did so well for the last decade, but now it’s like the dam burst. One touch was all it took to fall right back to her. Back to the feeling of rightness she’s always unknowingly brought to my life.
I know we need to sit down and talk. Ignoring what’s happening with us is just causing everything to go to shit. And fucking her every time we’re within two feet of each other is not doing me any favors at the moment.
“Get off me,” she says as she starts to stand up.
I reluctantly pull out of her, taking off the condom and shoving it in my pocket to toss later. She scrambles to pull her underwear and pants up, and I can feel the shift around us.
Fastening up my jeans, I wait her out. If she’s in her head, I don’t want to push her and get her more pissed off at me.
“I need to leave,” she says. Her voice cracks, and I reach out to spin her around. The tears I see in her eyes crack my heart into a million pieces.
What did I just do?
“Emmerdeur…”
