you?” She couldn’t move while I had her arm gripped in front of her chest. “Here?” I asked, sliding my hand beneath her dress, feeling the smooth curve of her thigh. Her panties were lacy, thin, drenched.
“Erik.”
“Does he know how easy it is to make you come? Does he know what you sound like when someone licks you here?”
My thumb brushed against the wetness on her panties and she let her eyes flutter closed.
“Stop.”
“You’re wet. I can feel you and I haven’t even ripped these off yet,” I said, pushing her panties aside. I knew the night air was hitting her bare skin and I knew it was driving her insane that I hadn’t touched her yet. My hand was holding the lace away, freeing her for me. “Does thinking about Noah turn you on? Or are you ready to admit the truth?”
Every movement she made brought her ass in contact with my cock, and I had to resist a groan every single time.
“No…he doesn’t turn me on,” she said, backtracking. “He’s never even touched me.”
I smiled into her hair. “He doesn’t know what you like then, does he?”
I thought of the night she’d stripped for me in the backyard, knowing full well her team could have been watching through the darkness.
I walked us toward the dark alley wall.
“He doesn’t know that it drives you wild to be touched in public—where someone could walk by and see you…”
I spun her around and lifted her up. She wrapped her legs around my hips without a single protest. Such a good little doll. With her back pressed against the wall, I gripped her neck in my hand and leaned in, brushing my lips against hers softly. Once. Twice. Three times. Then I crashed my mouth against hers as she moaned against me. My tongue swept past her lips and she tilted her head, kissing me back with a vengeance. She tasted so fucking sweet.
I jerked back.
“You like the feeling of danger. You want to be taken against an alley wall more than you want me to take you back to my condo right now.”
Her eyes narrowed. “You don’t know what I want. You’re too preoccupied with ignoring me.” She was fighting me with her words, but she was rolling her hips against me. Even as she continued to push me away, she was getting herself off.
“I beg to differ. This is a thousand-dollar suit you’re rubbing your pussy against right now.”
She didn’t even blush. She leaned forward and bit my lip, hard. “You can afford the dry cleaning, asshole.”
I growled and slammed her back against the wall, sick of the bullshit.
Her hands gripped fistfuls of my hair, tugging on the strands until it hurt.
“Tell me to stop or I’m going to fuck you right here,” I said, pulling her dress aside to expose her breasts. They were perky and small, so tantalizing I couldn’t help but lower my head and swirl my tongue across them. I took one nipple into my mouth and then the other, palming them hard.
“Erik,” she gasped.
I pulled back and tilted her chin with my finger, staring into her eyes. “Tell me to stop.”
She smirked and dragged her hand down the front of my chest. When she hit my belt, she used both hands to pull it open and then she unbuttoned the front of my pants. I sucked in a sharp inhale as her small palm gripped me. I leaned forward, caging her against the wall with my head.
“Stop,” she said, amusement in her voice as she stroked my length. I was so hard in her palm. Up, down. Up, down. Her touch was soft but erotic, and I could have easily come in her hand.
“Stop,” she said again, teasing as she reached up to grip my neck. With her other hand, she continued to jack me off.
“Brie, this isn’t a game,” I said, turning and pressing my lips to the side of her neck. If she really wanted to stop, she needed to say so.
She laughed and the sound was dark and sinister. “Fuck you. This is a game and you don’t get to make the rules.”
Her words ripped through me, stealing the rest of my patience. I pulled a condom out of my back pocket, tore it open with my mouth, and then Brie reached out to help me guide it on. She was greedy, hungry for me to sink inside her. By the time I had myself positioned at her pussy, she was begging