don’t like to think of myself as sex-starved, but that’s how I feel every time I’m around this guy.
Insatiable.
Desperate.
As I trail my mouth up to his shoulders and neck, I reach down and palm his cock through his slacks. He’s already rock hard, and he pushes into my hand greedily, as far gone from reason and self-control as I am. I give him what he wants, working my hand up and down as our lips meet again. As soon as they do, he plunges his tongue into my mouth, grabbing my face with both hands and walking me backward until my back hits the wall.
Once he’s got me pinned there, he uses that leverage to work his body against mine. I’m trapped between him and the hard, cool stone, and the contrasting sensations drive me nuts. Goose bumps prickle over my skin as I slide my hands around to his ass, groping him shamelessly.
“You got—a condom?” I gasp into his mouth.
He pulls back, and I register an almost shocked look on his face in the darkness.
Shit, did I just ruin this moment? My pussy is clenching, my clit throbbing, desperate for some relief, but maybe I pushed him too far. This is definitely one of the craziest things I’ve ever done, and Roman strikes me as a lot more responsible than I am. There’s no way he’s going to—
But he does.
Gaze still locked on mine, he reaches into his back pocket and pulls out his wallet, retrieving the condom tucked safely inside.
Breathing heavily, he pushes me farther back into the recesses of the little alcove, and I hear the crinkle of a wrapper and the soft sound of a zipper. A moment later, his hands are back on me again. Our propensity for having sex in dark public places means I don’t get to see the look on his face, but I don’t need to. The way his hands move roughly, almost possessively over my body tells me everything I need to know.
His strong fingers tilt my chin up, and I feel his breath caress my lips as he brings his face down to mine. “What the hell are you doing to me, Reckless?”
“I’m trying to fuck you,” I joke breathlessly, my voice a low whisper.
The hand on my chin tightens, gripping hard, as if he’s struggling to maintain some kind of control. “Christ.”
Then he’s shoving my shorts and panties down in one quick movement. I kick them off awkwardly, leaving my shoes on, as arousal and nerves fill my body with electricity.
My arms go around Roman’s neck, and he lifts me easily, cupping my ass as his cock teases my entrance. He’s right there, rock hard, and I’m so fucking wet for him. I reach down between us, lining him up, and as soon as his broad head slips inside me, he surges forward, pinning me to the cool stone again as he fills me completely. We both let out a choked groan as my inner walls stretch to accommodate him. He’s big, and I can feel him everywhere, and holy fuck, I missed this.
He drops his head to kiss me, sucking on my tongue, biting my lips, crashing his teeth against mine as he drives into me hard and fast. We’re both making a concerted effort to be quiet, so the only sounds in the small space are the rustle of clothes, the soft slap of our bodies colliding, and muffled whimpers and grunts.
But that somehow makes it even hotter, and the more I try to contain my reactions, the more worked up I get. His pubic bone grinds against my clit every time he thrusts into me, and if I thought being fucked from behind in an alley was hot, this is so much better. Facing him, being held in his arms, makes me feel more connected to him—and I don’t let myself think about why I like that so much.
Instead, I just let the onslaught of sensations buffet me, and when the orgasm hits me, I do my best to keep from screaming at the top of my lungs. I’m only mildly successful, and Roman cuts off my low cry with another kiss, pulling the sounds from my body and swallowing them like he fucking owns them now.
“Yes,” he grunts. “God, yes.”
His cock jerks and swells, and he swirls his hips against mine as he comes, making me shudder with agonizingly sweet aftershocks. His thick length pulses inside me, his release drawing out for several seconds.
When