Looking up for a quick moment, he scans the alley, making sure it’s clear, and no one can see us. Between the darkness of the spot where we stand and a waist-high brick wall surrounding utilities, any view of what we’re doing isobstructed. “We shouldn’t do this here,” he growls against the spot where my neck joins my shoulder, already hard at work on another hickey.
“And you shouldn’t be covering me in love bites, but I don’t want to stop. Do you?” His eyes grow two shades darker at my question, and he leans into me, pinning me more tightly against the brick wall.
“I won’t take you here, wife,” he says pausing over the last word, and my heart jumps. Registering the smile that captures my lips, he continues with a naughty grin, “But I will give you a teaser you won’t soon forget. And just for the record, I haven’t even started covering you in love bites, yet. You’re going to need a burqa by the time I’m done with you.” I sigh breathlessly against the promise as his voice vibrates through me. Unbuttoning the front of my jeans, he takes his time unzipping the fly. Sticking his massive hand down the front of my jeans, he moans at what he finds. “You’re fucking soaked. It’s about time you let me help you with that.”
“Yes, Wolfe, I need you so badly.” Desire knots thickly in my throat, and my heart pounds frantically. Pushing my panties to the side, his rough, wicked fingers slide through my wet folds, and I melt into his knowing touch. “You’re so hot and silky, baby. Fuck, I can’t get enough of the way you feel.” He penetrates me with his fingers, pressing me against the brick wall while showering my neck and shoulders in kisses.
I stifle a gasp as every cell in my body awakens to him. I need him so badly, I can’t even speak. He knows me so well. His skilled fingers go right to the perfect spot at the front of my pussy, the bundle of nerves that send me over the edge every time. I dissolve around him, a throbbing pool of desire.
He swallows hard, his mouth inches from my ear. “That’s it, baby. Ride my hand like I know you want to. Like I know you’ve wanted to for nearly a year now.”
“Yes,” I admit on a frantic gasp, and vindication washesover his face. “I want your cock, too,” I say on a moan, moments away from orgasm.
In a throaty growl, he replies, “My cock is all yours, baby. Always has been.”
“Are you sure about that?” I whisper, my voice going high-pitched near the end as another wave of bliss crashes into me. I know the answer, but I need to hear him say it again.
Grinding his hips into me, letting me feel the steel of his cock, he answers, panting, “Fuck, yes, I’m sure. My cock was made for you, just like your pussy was made for me. Even though you’ve kept it from me for far too long.” He’s right. It’s been far too long. His mouth moves closer to my ear until his hot breath bathes my earlobe. In the softest whisper he says, “But I’m going to make up for it tonight.”
“Yes, please,” I moan, unable to control myself. It’s as if my body is in full rebellion, and my mind’s shut down indefinitely. All I know is it’s the best I’ve felt in a year.
My hands come up to his pants with clumsy urgency, and I unbutton and unzip them. Between clenched teeth, he grits out in a strained voice, “Don’t start something you’re not ready to finish, Hops.”
Without hesitation, I pull down his tented boxer briefs, taking his thick, ramrod-hard girth in my small hand, almost unable to close my fingers around it. I forgot how smooth and thick he is. I don’t know how my pussy could get any wetter. But holding him in my hand again so close to my needy core makes me gush. His eyes lock with mine, pulsing with a mixture of wild lust and soul-binding love.
“Izzie,” he moans as I pump his shaft a couple of times. Fuck, I’ve missed this. Wrapping his hand around mine, he brings the hard, hot tip already leaking pre-cum to my clit, swiping back and forth in my juices before circling me. Each stroke ratchets the building tension in my core. Everything inme yearns for him, and I can barely breathe. “I need you, Wolfe. I need your cock in me now.”
He shakes his head. “Not here, baby. Not like this. I want to pleasure you all night, make you remember what it’s like to come on my face.” Between his naughty words and his cock tip swiping through my silky folds, I can’t take anymore. My hips shudder into him, drenching him with my ecstasy. A couple more strokes of his cock, and he comes into my underwear. He growls possessively, “You’re mine, Izzie. And you’re going to wear my scent on your pussy so everyone knows it.”
He pulls the fingers he just pleasured me with from his hard rod, licking them clean one at a time, savoring every swipe of his tongue over his thick fingers, just inches away from my face. Offering his middle finger to me, I lick it slowly, watching the way his eyes melt into pools of lust at the visual of me taking his large digit in and out of my mouth and tasting myself.
I want his cock so badly, to taste him in return, swallow every bit of him. If we weren’t in a dirty, dark alley, I’d already be on my knees with my hands on the back of his thighs, undoing him the way he’s undoing me. He’s still got me pinned to the wall, and I inhale sharply as he grabs my neck, applying a little pressure before ravishing my mouth.
“Say you want me,” he commands. His tongue penetrates every barrier I’ve tried to construct to keep him out. I watch them tumble one by one as desire crescendos inside of me. Despite the release of a moment ago, I’m savagely greedy. Like an addict, the more I get of Wolfe, the more I need. “Say you want me, Izzie. All of me.”
I gasp, whispering, “I want you, Wolfe. I need you. All of you.”
He pulls up my panties urgently, and I feel the sticky heat of his cum against my pussy lips. I’m ready to orgasm again thinking about it. As if reading my mind, he says darkly “That’s how your pussy should always be. Covered in my cum. Smelling like me every damn moment of the day.” Zipping up the front of my jeans and buttoning the waistband, he grunts, “Your place or mine?”
“My place. It’s closer.”Are we really doing this?
After buttoning and zipping his khakis, he grabs my hand, entwining my fingers with his, and there’s a determined look on his face. But how can we leave in the middle of everything? I still don’t know his plan, and to say we bailed suddenly is an understatement. “What about our museum colleagues? And your plan?” I protest, knowing nothing will stop the fire kindled between us in this alley. “We can’t ditch them.”
“No, we’re not going to ditch them, Izzie. You’re going to hike that pretty little ass of yours back in there and say goodbye to every last one of them. I’m going to touch bases with Rutger and the boys, making sure everything’s going to plan. When I can no longer hide the raging hard-on I have knowing you’re drenched in my cum, I’m taking you home to do filthy, nasty, husbandly things to you.”
I whimper in reply, wishing we were already there. “But what about the hickey you just gave me? And my crying?” I can only imagine the flowing black river of mascara that must be under each eye from earlier.
Wolfe turns, gently wiping underneath each of my eyes.
“Better?” I ask
He smiles, wiping some more. “You look like the fucking angel of death, Izzie. My angel of death.”
My angel of death. Those were the first four words he whispered to me after waking up in the Afghanistan hospital following his shooting. My cheeks streamed with mascara then, too. I half feared he’d want nothing to do with me, considering how close he came to death on my account. To my shock, his golden-green eyes unhesitatingly claimed me, stamping his soul on my heart.
“What do I do?” I ask frantically. “My makeup bag isn’t in my car. Shit?—”
“Baby, everyone’s too drunk, and it’s too dark in Lucky’s for anyone to notice. For what it’s worth, I think you look hot as fuck. Stop worrying about it.”
