width. More weight against her body and definitely more depth.
“More. Take out that cock and put it in…baby.”
“That’s my girl,” he rasped, already unbuckling and unzipping his jeans.
She felt it then, his movements, his body hovering so close to her back, his hard length rubbing up and down and across her ass. Right out here in the alleyway. If anybody saw…well, she didn’t care. Not at the moment. She’d done things in public before, in much more public places.
“Baby, take them off. Rip them off. Rip off my thong, please. I want it gone.”
He rumbled something low she couldn’t decipher and moved around a bit. The next thing she felt was cold metal against her tender flesh.
“Levi, what the fuck?”
She jerked her head up and looked over her shoulder. Visible at the highest part of her rump was his hand, and it held the switchblade. Just the glint of it somehow made her feel things in the deepest places. The cold, dull edge against her skin made her gush; she could feel it. Fuck, what is happening to me?
Wide-eyed, she watched him work the blade through the lace of her blush-pink thong, watching the threads loosen and unravel in seconds.
His eyes darted up and caught her looking. “I didn’t mean to scare you with it, it’s just easier to cut them off.”
Her voice trembled. “Didn’t scare me. The opposite of that.”
He quirked up an eyebrow. “You want to hold it?”
She shook her head.
“What do you want me to do with it?”
Fiona had no idea where this idea had come from, but it tumbled from her mouth as if she was asking her cousin to pass the salt at Christmas dinner.
She sucked in a shaking breath and said, “Scrape my skin with it while you’re fucking me.”
“Jesus Christ, I might fall right down on my knees and ask you to marry me if you make me do that to you.”
Her eyes almost watered and her words came out choked. “P…please, I want to know what it feels like.”
“What my Christmas angel wants, she gets.”
And with that, Levi laid the flat edge of the knife against the flesh of her back, under her sweater, and covered both the handle and the blade with his meaty palm while his other hand guided his sheathed heavy dick into her.
The combination of both sensations, of his cock entering her from behind, and the steel against her back, was scrambling her brain. He drove in hard, and she gasped. “That’s it. Oh my god. Yes, baby.”
“That’s my girl.”
“Scrape me. Do it.”
“Okay, okay,” he said with a barely controlled laugh. He was trembling too; she could hear it.
Then she felt the scrape, gently, softly. Like a fingernail across her flesh but firmer. He was being careful, so careful.
But her entire body was screaming for more.
“Faster,” she said.
Levi did as she asked, thrusting in harder and faster, surrounding himself in her wetness and sheathing himself in her, all the way to the hilt. She looked back. Anybody walking by could have seen her ass, but maybe she didn’t care.
“Fuck, my girl is so wet and so tight for me.”
The “my girl” stuff got to her. Her body, mind and soul responded. She liked him. She liked the way he cared for her.
His body bent over hers, and the feeling of being covered by him, with that fuzzy chest, his hot breath in her ear, that steel pipe of a cock sliding in and out at such an angle in such a way that it hit her inner muscles just so. Just that spot where all the bazillion nerves huddled together in one tight little explosive spot.
And suddenly, he wasn’t moving, nothing on him moved except his lips in her ear. His cock was resting right against that spot, that unholy spot. Oh god, he was making her see visions. See stars. Drool onto her forearms. His voice, his voice right in her ear, the curtain of her hair, a mass of waves muffling his words but somehow also amplifying the vibrations. “Mine.”
The teasing... that was not what she’d asked for. “Harder. Faster, Levi. Please.”
“Tell me again this is fake to you,” he said. “Tell me.”
His words in her ear made her body tense up around his dick. She wriggled, trying to get him to slide out in that way that he did, the way he knew she needed it. But he wasn’t having it.
His voice came out in a growl. “Tell me you don’t want my kiss, my