“How did I not know this?”
“Does it matter?”
“No,” she says, her breath coming in small pants.
My hand still on her face, I notice how close we are. Her breasts heave against my chest as her breath fans across my face. I watch as her pupils take over her eyes.
I fight for every ounce of self-control I possess not to take her right here in this alley.
Fight and lose when my lips drop to hers. Electricity ignites every cell in my body when she presses herself tighter against me with her hands fisted in my shirt. Her little moans spur me on as I move us until her back presses against the brick of the club.
I slowly lick the seam of her lips in a teasing move, wanting to see how she’ll respond. When she opens on a gasp, I slide my tongue between her parted lips. Her sweet, cinnamon flavor exploding on my tongue lights my skin on fire.
I scoop her up, wrapping her slender legs around me as I press her further into the wall. She buries one hand into my hair, tugging the short hairs while she digs her nails into my neck with the other. I slide my hand under the thick hoodie, slowly trailing a path up her ribs. I trace a teasing thumb on the underside of her breast. She lets out a low moan as she begins to grind herself against me.
“You want me to touch ya, cher?” I rumble against her neck, my Cajun accent coming out thicker than it has in years.
“Mmm,” she moans as her head falls back.
I rub a thumb over her nipple while grinding my hard as fuck but sadly covered dick against her hot, needy core. Clothes or not, there’s no denying the inferno between us. It’s a firestorm of want and need in the wide-open where anyone can walk up and see us.
I’d be lying if I said that wasn’t a turn on itself.
“Oh god,” she mutters as I slip a hand down the back of her pants, squeezing her firm ass as I make my way to her slick folds. A tight furnace of dripping arousal greets me as I dip a finger into her welcoming heat.
I work a finger, then two, in and out of her softness, gauging her reaction until I know I’ve reached her sweet spot. Her lashes flutter against her cheeks as her breathing picks up. “That’s it,cher,” I encourage. “I know it feels good. Savor it, embrace it.”
“Fuck, Maddox, fuck,” she shakes her head back and forth as her cunt begins to pulse around my fingers.
“You wanna come, pretty girl? You want to feel the fire and electricity that curls your toes? Makes your knees weak? Makes ya forget your name?”
“Yes. Please, yes.”
I press my mouth against her neck as I grind my cock harder. “Then come,cher. I wanna hear ya scream.” I bite the tender flesh of her neck just as her pussy clamps down on my fingers. Her cries are loud enough that they would draw the attention of passers-by. If there were any.
I continue my ministrations, drawing out every blissfully agonizing second of her orgasm while gently sucking away the pain of the bite. It’ll leave a mark for sure. Not something I normally do to girls. Not where they can be seen anyway. With her? I want everyone to see it. Even if they can’t know I’m the one who put it there.
I remove my hand from her pants, bringing my soaked fingers to her mouth. Her eyes widen in shock as I coat her lips with her juices. “Open,” I demand. She does as I say nervously. I slip my fingers into her mouth with a smirk. “Now, lick them clean.”
Slowly, she wraps her lips around the two fingers as her eyes fall shut. Her tongue slides over them, and fuck if I don’t wish it were my throbbing cock instead. When I remove my fingers from her mouth, Islam my lips to her, needing to taste her. I lap and lick every inch of her mouth with a deep guttural groan. “You’re the best thing I ever tasted,cher.”
Her cheeks flame red. I can see the embarrassment in her eyes now that the post-orgasmic bliss is beginning to fade. “Don’t do that,” I command. “No embarrassment here,cher. It’s just you and me.”
“I—I don’t—I—” she stammers.
I kiss her one more time then lower her to the ground. “I know,cher. I know you don’t. But I needed to touch you. You’re fucking beautiful, you know that, right?” She bites her lip with a shake of her head. “That’s a goddamn shame. I don’t know your ex, but if he made you feel like you're anything less than the most beautiful thing in the world, then he’s an idiot because I swear to you, I’ve never seen anything more beautiful. Now come on. Let me get you back.”
I take her hand, leading her out of the dark alley towards the car I borrowed from Bastian. I open the door for her to get in, but she stops, looking at the ground for a minute before casting those gorgeous amber eyes to me. “Maddox?”
“Yeah, cher?”
“Thank you,” she whispers so low I almost miss it.
“Don’t thank me for that, Quinn. It was my pleasure.” I lean down, kissing her one last time,knowing it should be the last but hoping it’s not.
I’m dying to feel
Present day
