In a normal situation, I might’ve hesitated when someone made a claim like that. But somehow, here in the dark, it just made me harder. There was something about Valen that feltwrongin a way. I couldn’t quite put my finger on it, but I knew my parents would never approve. And that just made me kiss him harder. Tonight was about breaking the rules and I wasn’t going to miss the opportunity.
His hands moved to the hem of my shirt, fingers trailing along the skin just above my waistband. “Is this okay?” he asked, and I appreciated that he was checking, even as his touch was driving me crazy.
“More than okay,” I managed, already reaching for the button of his jeans. “But if we’re doing this, we should probably move fast before someone decides to walk up on us.”
Valen’s grin was wicked. “I like the way you think.” His hands made quick work of my belt, and I bit back a moan as he freed my cock from my briefs. The cool night air against my heated skin was almost too much.
“Christ, you’re gorgeous,” he murmured, wrapping his long fingers around my length and stroking slowly. The praise went straight to my head, making me thrust into his grip.
I fumbled with his zipper, desperate to return the favor, and when I finally got my hand around his thick cock, it was his turn to groan. He was bigger than I’d expected, uncut and already leaking precum that I spread with my thumb.
“We need...” I started, but he was already reaching into his back pocket, producing a small bottle of what looked like expensive lube.
“You came prepared?” I asked, raising an eyebrow. “Were you expecting this to happen?”
“Hopeful,” he corrected, popping the cap open with his teeth. “Turn around.”
The command in his voice sent a shiver through me, and I found myself obeying without question. He pressed me face-first against the brick wall, his body covering mine from behind. I could feel his cock sliding between my ass cheeks as he slicked his fingers.
God, how long had it been since I’d done this? How many times had I woken in the middle of the night, rock hard and wishing someone was there beside me? And how many times had I fingered myself, begging in a whispered tone for my imaginary lover to fuck me harder? Finally, I didn’t have to wait any longer.
“You sure about this?” he asked, his breath hot against my ear as his finger circled my entrance.
“Fuck yes,” I gasped, pushing back against his touch. “Please fuck me.”
He worked me open with a patience that was both torture and bliss, his fingers stretching me open little by little. More than once he made me gasp, his fingers brushing over my prostate with practiced ease. By the time he was pressing the head of his cock against my hole, I was practically begging for it.
The stretch as he pushed inside was intense, and I had to bite my lip to keep from crying out. He was thick enough that it bordered on too much, but the slight burn only made it better.
“Fuck, you feel incredible,” Valen groaned, his hands gripping my hips as he seated himself fully inside me. “You should see the view from back here. It’s incredible.”
“I’ll—fuck—take your word for it,” I moaned back.
He gave me a moment to adjust before he started moving, slow at first but quickly building to a rhythm that had me pressing my forehead against the cool brick. Each thrust hit thatsweet spot inside me, sending waves of pleasure through my entire body and making me tingle down to my toes.
I could hear the distant sounds of the tourist strip, the knowledge that anyone could walk by and catch us adding an edge of excitement to everything. But Valen’s hands on my skin, his cock filling me so perfectly, made it impossible to care about anything beyond this moment.
“Harder,” I gasped, and he obliged, his hips snapping forward with enough force to make me brace myself against the wall. The new angle was perfect, and I couldn’t hold back the moan that escaped me.
“Shh,” Valen whispered against my neck, one hand moving to cover my mouth while the other gripped my hip. “As much as I love hearing you, we don’t want to attract an audience,darling.”
I bit down gently on his fingers, earning a sharp intake of breath from him. His pace became more urgent, and I could feel the tension building in both of us. The hand covering my mouth moved down to wrap around my cock, stroking in time with his thrusts.
“You’re going to make me cum,” I warned, my voice muffled against the brick.
“Good,” he growled, his teeth grazing my ear. “Cum for me, darling.”
It didn’t take much more than that. The combination of his cock hitting my prostate with every thrust and his skilled hand on my dick sent me over the edge. I came hard, spilling over his fingers and onto the ground, my entire body shaking with the intensity of it.
Valen followed seconds later, his hips stuttering as he buried himself deep and filled me with his cum. For a moment, we stayed like that, both breathing hard and trying to come back down to earth.
“Fuck,” I breathed, my legs shaking like they were made of jelly. If it weren’t for Valen’s body pressed against mine and the wall in front of me, I probably would have collapsed.
“My thoughts exactly,” he said, pressing a soft kiss to the back of my neck before carefully pulling out. I winced at the loss, already missing the feeling of being filled by him.
He helped me get cleaned up and dressed, his touch gentle now in contrast to the urgency from moments before. When we were both presentable again, he cupped my face in his hands and kissed me softly.
“That was fun,” I said, then trailed off, not sure what else to say.
