“Where are we going?” she asked.
I pulled her behind the bakery and down a long, dark alley.
“Somewhere we can be alone.” I rounded a corner and found another secluded spot. It was dirty, but not filthy, there were no trash cans, and it was sheltered by high walls on all sides. Perfect.
“And we need to be alone to…?”
“To do this,” I finished for her, bringing her to me and moving us toward the wall.
I pressed her against the brick and slid my thigh between hers, then captured her lips with mine. She tasted like caramel and cream, and I couldn’t get enough. I was suddenly so ravenous, I couldn’t think about anything else.
I slid my tongue over hers, and she gasped softly. I loved that fucking sound. The sound of a heathen’s surrender. The mostrebellious woman I’d ever met, letting herself melt into my hands. It was a feeling like no other. I wished I could bottle it.
“Brody,” she murmured as I kissed down her neck, licking and sucking, biting at times.
She arched her breasts into my chest, and I took them in my hands and kneaded the supple, full flesh. I needed her nipples in my mouth, and I needed it now.
I tugged down the zipper of her top and delved into her sports bra to finger one of her nipples. It was already hard and needy for me. I forced the stretchy material down so her entire tit popped out, leaned in, and fastened my mouth around it.
Her fingers laced through my hair. I bit and sucked and worshipped her tits. They were so pretty, flushed in the early morning light.
“What are we doing?” she breathed. “This is crazy—you know we shouldn’t be doing it, right?”
“I don’t care,” I growled at her, working my hands down her stomach and pushing inside her tight sports leggings.
Her panties were soaked, and I smirked at her.
“It seems your cunt doesn’t care either, considering how wet you are.”
“Brody—I’m serious,” she panted and held on to my shoulders.
I moved my fingers inside her.
“Our parents, even people at school. If people find out… it’s dangerous.”
“Hmm, dangerous how?” I slipped another finger inside her while stroking her clit with my thumb.
“Well, not for me, because my reputation is already trash, but it’s dangerous for you?—”
She cut off and gasped as I curled my finger inside her, finding her G-spot. It was right fucking there. Her body was perfectly designed. I pressed on it, and she cried out.
“I mean, like Nick said—I’m damaged goods?—”
I stopped, her words cutting through the pleasure I got from having my hand sunk in her cunt.
“Never say another man’s name to me when I’m knuckle-deep inside you,” I told her firmly. “And never, ever call yourself that again. Don’t repeat it. Don’t give it space in your head. It’s beneath you,” I instructed her in no uncertain terms.
She swallowed hard, and I saw her strength waver for a second. I saw her unfailing confidence shake, and I saw underneath. It was only for a split second, but she let me see it. Then, it was gone. She nodded and pushed her hips down toward my hand.
“Okay, I won’t.”
“Good. You never have to listen to what anyone else has to say about you, or your body,” I said, my lips moving against her temple. “Except me.”
She laughed and then groaned; I wriggled my finger over her G-spot while hitting her clit with the palm of my hand. My wrist ached from the angle, and I was going to need to change things up.
“Oh, so I should still listen to you? How bossy,” she breathed and then protested when I pulled my hand from her and guided her around to face the wall, yanking her clothes out the way.
I slapped her bare ass lightly and snaked my hand around her front to press right back inside, and resume touching her in the same spot.
