I don’t know where that thing has been.”
White hot rage coursed through me almost as intensely as desire. I bit his neck, and he yelped, pushing me away by the hips.
“Offence taken, asshole.” I scowled at him.
It was too dark to really see, but I could’ve sworn he looked amused, and his hands were still on my hips.
“Did you just bite me?” He chuckled. “Under that perfect princess mask, you’re just a feral animal, aren’t you?”
“Yeah. Whatever. I wanna get off, and if you’re not game, then get lost so I can get on with my night.” His rejection was starting to sting, and if I couldn’t have him, I wasn’t really in the mood to pick someone else up. I really hoped he wouldn’t walk away from me—because I couldn’t seem to make myself walk away from him.
He licked his lips, collecting some of the rain that was dripping down his face. Droplets fell from the tip of his nose, trailed down his neck. I wanted to lick every single one.
Just as I was about to cover my boobs back up and try to gather enough pride to walk away, he spoke.
“If the guys you’ve been with think the only way to get a woman off is with their cocks, I feel really bad for you—you must’ve been having some mediocre sex.”
Before I could throw a witty response back at him, his strong hands were shoving my hips around so I was facing the wall. He pushed forward, his front flush with my back, and I had to throw my hands up against the brick to keep my balance. A shot of adrenaline raced down my spine, amping up the lust. I had no idea what he was about to do to me, and I loved it. This was exactly what I needed, what I craved.
He kicked my feet a little farther apart, then gripped the back of my neck.
I practically melted at his touch, my very being diluted in the steady rain and his intoxicating presence.
He trailed his hand down the rain-slick skin of my back, and then both hands were at my hips, dipping lower, down my thighs. When he reached the hem of my skirt, the heat of his body disappeared as he stepped away slightly—as his hands moved under the fabric and up my legs. He traced his thumbs along the underside of my ass before dragging his palms over it to cop a good feel. His fingers went all the way to my lower back, then back down, and he laughed softly.
“No panties. You dirty whore.”
I bristled at his use of the derogatory term, the logical part of me offended. But my logical part wasn’t in charge—my dirty whore part was, and Dark Donna was only more turned on by his words.
His hand appeared at my neck again, and he pushed—his touch not rough but firm, demanding—until my cheek was against the wall. My nipples brushed the rough brick, and rain pelted my bare back. Every place his skin touched mine felt as if it were on fire. I was nothing but heady sensation—putty in his strong hands.
I arched my back, sticking my ass out even farther, and he flipped my skirt up to expose me to the dark alley.
Done wasting time, he reached between my legs and stroked me firmly, and my already heavy breathing kicked up another notch. His appreciative moan hummed at my back as his fingers glided through my wet folds effortlessly. He put one finger inside, making me gasp at the sudden intrusion, then twisted it as he removed it. Another finger joined the first, and he slid them in and out of me at a steady pace.
The hand at my neck disappeared, but my incoherent sound of protest morphed into one of ecstasy as Hendrix wrapped his arm around my front. His body crowded me once again, that cinnamon scent mingling with the fresh rain. With one hand still fucking me with his fingers from behind, the other went to my clit and started stroking in rhythm.
Another clap of thunder shook the ground, and the rain beat down even harder, plastering my hair to my face as I grunted. With every punishing thrust of Hendrix’s fingers, his other hand rubbed me up and down, and my tits scraped against the brick.
It didn’t take long before my orgasm was washing over me as intensely as the rain. I squeezed my eyes shut, seeing stars, as I clawed at the