She goes on a mini tirade as we leave the coffee shop. Words fly out of her mouth so fast they run together and I’m fighting hard not to grin as the dark fairy berates me.
“You’re lucky I didn’t dismiss your match immediately. Noel was with me when we matched, and she said it was creepy—”
Her words die abruptly when I catch her elbow and tug her into the alley behindBean There.It’s hardly the most romantic place, but I don’t think I can wait any longer to kiss Sabrina. We were perfectly alone at the cemetery and if I had packed a picnic basket we could’ve had our first date there. Instead, like a dumbass, I brought her to a public coffee house where my mouth and hands had to behave themselves.
Sabrina glances around us frantically, and I could kick my own ass. I’ve got a hundred pounds and half a foot on her. Of course she’d be scared to be alone with me. Fuck. I pulled her into an alleyway like the sort of creep her friend thought I was.
“I’m sorry—”
I don’t get to finish my apology. Sabrina’s black lips land on mine, cutting off the rest of my words. My brain short circuits and all I can focus on is the smooth texture of her lipstick, and the slightest taste of strawberry wax as her mouth presses into mine.
She’s never been kissed.
The realization hits me like a brick on the head. My hands move on their own. They drift over her hips, squeezing and caressing the shape of her until she moans into my mouth.
A fucking virgin.
My brain is working overtime, trying to figure that one out. She’s too old, too gorgeous to have never been kissed. Steam is coming out of my ears trying to compute the impossible.
The men in this town are idiots. Every. Last. Fucking one of them.
We break apart to breathe, and the second those crystal blue eyes meet mine with their pupils blown wide with desire my control snaps. I back her up against the brick wall across from us, the dumpster at the end of the alley shielding us from any passerby. Lifting her up, she wraps her legs around my hips a split second before my lips claim hers in a bruising kiss.
Rougher than the first, I don’t wait for her to invite me in. I nibble at her lips, thrust into her mouth, and suck on her tongue with wild abandon. She melts against me, her hands fisting into my short hair and keeping me pressed close. I couldn’t break this kiss if someone were to point a gun at my head. Her lips and tongue mimic mine as she learns what she likes. The entire time my hips are grinding against hers, my cock ramrod hard as I press against her core.
There are too many layers between us. My jeans. Her skirts. Delicate layers of sheer fabric and lace I loved before are in my way now. I don’t stop kissing her as my hand slides between us.
It’s too bold. Too presumptuous. But she doesn’t stop me. Fuck me, but I don’t have the strength to stop myself.
Four fucking layers. I count each one I flip up and out of my way before I find my prize.
I can’t see them, but I know they’re black. Soft and cool, maybe cotton, maybe silk.
Her panties are soaked. More than her soft whimpers, and the eagerness of her kiss, this is physical proof of her desire for me. Fuck.
She wants me.
“Cole,” she pants against my lips. “Please.”
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
We can’t do this here. I can’t pull her panties aside and sink my cock into her hot pussy here. Not for the first time. Not forherfirst time. I’m not a fucking monster.
“Just a taste,” I whisper to myself as my fingers slip under the fabric.
I can’t fuck her. Not right here. But I can give her what she needs. My middle finger slides through her slit, instantly coated with her arousal and I feel her entire body shiver as I brush over her clit. I tease it briefly with the slightest bit of pressure before I move on.
Later I’m going to lick this pussy until she comes on my tongue and I’m going to suck on her clit until she begs me to fuck her.
My finger enters her slowly, her inner walls gripping it tight. I can feel my heartbeat in my cock it’s so hard. It’s pressed against her thigh and she’s moaning against my neck as I pump my finger inside her.
She’s close already. Poor thing is helpless to do anything but take what I give her as her body begs for more. She clings to my shoulders, those nails doing their best to bite through the soft material of my flannel and sink into my skin.
Sabrina starts to tremble in my arms and I’m ready to let my finger fuck her through her orgasm when someone utters a curse behind me.
Sabrina
“We’re sorry!” Gloria Langley shouts before she grabs her husband’s arm and flees.
