With a low growl, he drops his head again, kissing me until my lips are swollen before trailing his mouth over my jaw, down my neck, and across my collarbone. Then, without warning, he digs his fingers into my hips and pulls me deeper into the alley.
A few more yards in, and we’re well and truly away from the light of the street. I can barely make out his silhouette, but I can hear him breathing—his sharp, panting breaths match my own, giving me some hope that I’m not the only one who’s unravelling. His leather and whiskey smell invades my nostrils, and fresh wetness dampens my panties. They must be absolutely soaked by now.
His hands on my hips loosen as his deep voice meets my ears. “Turn around. Put your hands on the wall.”
Holy fuck. I’ve never been with a guy who’s dominating in bed, and considering how stubborn I am, I wouldn’t have thought I’d be into it. But it turns out I was wrong, because I’m practically whimpering as I do as he says.
I reach toward the wall just as he tugs my hips backward, and when my hands find the rough brick, my fingers clench like they’re trying to gouge holes in it.
He reaches around slowly, in no hurry at all now that he’s got me where he wants me, and unzips my jeans, pushing them and my panties down to my knees in one smooth motion. Cold night air meets my lady bits, and the shock of the breeze hitting my soaked pussy makes me gasp. He hums in satisfaction, and I hear another rustling sound, which I presume is him getting his own clothes out of the way. There’s the crinkle of a condom wrapper, and a moment later, his hands are on me again, kneading and massaging the exposed flesh of my ass.
I choke back my groan, trying to keep myself a little quieter now that I’ve literally got it all hanging out. I really don’t want someone to run back here thinking I’m being mugged or something.
Tall, Dark, and Handsome runs his hands up and down my back, sliding them around to play with my boobs again as his sheathed cock teases my entrance.
Holy Jesus. This is really happening.
Alley sex has never been on my bucket list, but I mentally add it now just so I can check it off later.
Then his hips surge forward, and I forget all about bucket lists, Maddy, school, magic, work—all of it. The only thing I can think about is him inside me, stretching me, filling me, hitting spots I didn’t even know existed.
I also forget about my plan to keep quiet, and as he picks up the pace, thrusting hard and deep as one hand holds my hip and the other fists my hair, I let out a keening cry that I can only hope anyone passing by will mistake for a cat with rabies. I bite my lip so hard it hurts, grunting softly as I push back against his thrusts, matching his rhythm.
“So good,” he mutters, and I don’t think he’s even talking to me. He might not even know he’s speaking out loud. He sounds as far gone as I am. “So… fucking… good.”
“Uh huh,” I whimper, but that’s all I can contribute to the conversation at the moment, because sparks are dancing in front of my eyes, and every nerve in my body is flooding with euphoria as the orgasm to end all orgasms barrels toward me.
Maybe he can sense it, because he lets go of my hair and slips his hand down to my clit, working it with two fingers in rough, demanding circles.
Oh fuck. That’s it.
Pleasure hits me like a tidal wave, making my breath catch in my lungs as my muscles spasm, my pussy clenching hard around his cock.
“Fuck.” He sounds almost angry, like he didn’t want this to end yet, but I can feel him thickening inside me. His thrusts fall out of rhythm, and he grabs my hips with both hands, driving into me so hard I’m pretty sure he’s the only thing holding me up. Well, that and the wall, I guess, which I’m still clinging to like a mountain climber on steroids.
He thrusts once, twice, three more times, and then buries himself to the hilt inside me, cursing under his breath as he comes hard. We both collapse forward a little—thank God for the wall—and his front presses to my back as