bruising force. “I can’t wait,” he muttered between his tongue’s luscious forays. “I have to get inside of you.”
Wet heat surged between her thighs, her pussy clenching in anticipation. Still…“What if someone sees us?”
“Don’t tell me,” he whispered as he bit and sucked at her neck, “an experienced, sophisticated”—she moaned as his hand clamped firmly over her mound—“woman like you would let a little thing like getting caught stop her.” His fingers yanked the crotch of her thong aside and sank into her hot, willing folds. “I didn’t think so,” he said, pumping his fingers in and out, finding her more than ready.
Big hands shoved her skirt up around her hips. Kit yanked open his belt and tugged on his fly, groaning when his rock-hard cock surged against her hands.
“You make me so hard,” he whispered, thrusting against her fist as he fumbled in his back pocket for his wallet. “It’s only been two days, but I feel like I’ve been missing you for years.”
She pulled him closer until the tip of his shaft brushed against her slick, wet core. His hand shoved hers aside to roll on a condom. “Are you always this prepared?”
He lifted her with a husky chuckle, pinning her firmly against the wall and hooking one leg up over his elbow. “If I was lucky enough to see you again,” his voice hitched on a groan as he sank all the way in, “I wanted to be ready.” He ground hard against her, pulled almost all the way out as her greedy inner muscles quivered and grasped to keep him buried deep.
Kit started to come as he shoved back inside. The back of her head ground against the rough brick wall; her leg gripped his hip as she struggled to press herself against him more firmly. A high, keening wail erupted from her throat, and Jake’s hand came up to cover her mouth. She writhed and squirmed against him as he thrust in hard, heavy strokes, grinding the base of his shaft against her clit, making her orgasm go on and on.
He came with a softly hissed curse, replacing his hand with his lips to take her mouth in a surprisingly tender kiss.
Kit barely felt him pull out and straighten her skirt, slowly becoming aware of her surroundings. Holy crap, she’d just had sex in public—in an alley, for God’s sake! Never in her life had she so completely lost control, especially when it came to sex. She watched Jake ditch the condom in a nearby dumpster and zip up his fly.
This was insane. The whole encounter had taken less than five minutes, and other than a couple of rumpled shirtfronts, their clothing had barely been disturbed.
With shaky hands she twisted her hair back up into a knot and secured it with her clip. Jake picked up her briefcase, and she wrapped her shaky fingers around the handle of her purse. She’d dropped it at some point during their ten-second foreplay.
He slid his hand around her waist and nuzzled his face against her neck. “I want to get you home and get you naked,” he murmured.
Unbelievably, her nipples immediately went rock hard and her pussy clenched in primitive response.
Kit chose not to dwell on her disturbing, overwhelming response to Jake and instead focused on the fact that if she could keep him around for the next month, “Stripping It Down” would have ample source material.
7
J ake went home with Kit that night and never left. Three weeks later he sat at her kitchen table drinking coffee in his boxers and eating his Cheerios as though he owned the place.
She eyed him over the Entertainment section of the paper, still not entirely sure how this had all happened.
First his toothbrush had appeared next to hers. Next, his razor took up permanent residence on her sink. Soon after, he’d started bringing a spare change of clothing, until finally, Sunday afternoon he’d arrived with his suitcase and asked her for a spare key.
Like an idiot she’d given him one.
Other items had followed. Instead of being used as a receptacle for nail polish
Wet heat surged between her thighs, her pussy clenching in anticipation. Still…“What if someone sees us?”
“Don’t tell me,” he whispered as he bit and sucked at her neck, “an experienced, sophisticated”—she moaned as his hand clamped firmly over her mound—“woman like you would let a little thing like getting caught stop her.” His fingers yanked the crotch of her thong aside and sank into her hot, willing folds. “I didn’t think so,” he said, pumping his fingers in and out, finding her more than ready.
Big hands shoved her skirt up around her hips. Kit yanked open his belt and tugged on his fly, groaning when his rock-hard cock surged against her hands.
“You make me so hard,” he whispered, thrusting against her fist as he fumbled in his back pocket for his wallet. “It’s only been two days, but I feel like I’ve been missing you for years.”
She pulled him closer until the tip of his shaft brushed against her slick, wet core. His hand shoved hers aside to roll on a condom. “Are you always this prepared?”
He lifted her with a husky chuckle, pinning her firmly against the wall and hooking one leg up over his elbow. “If I was lucky enough to see you again,” his voice hitched on a groan as he sank all the way in, “I wanted to be ready.” He ground hard against her, pulled almost all the way out as her greedy inner muscles quivered and grasped to keep him buried deep.
Kit started to come as he shoved back inside. The back of her head ground against the rough brick wall; her leg gripped his hip as she struggled to press herself against him more firmly. A high, keening wail erupted from her throat, and Jake’s hand came up to cover her mouth. She writhed and squirmed against him as he thrust in hard, heavy strokes, grinding the base of his shaft against her clit, making her orgasm go on and on.
He came with a softly hissed curse, replacing his hand with his lips to take her mouth in a surprisingly tender kiss.
Kit barely felt him pull out and straighten her skirt, slowly becoming aware of her surroundings. Holy crap, she’d just had sex in public—in an alley, for God’s sake! Never in her life had she so completely lost control, especially when it came to sex. She watched Jake ditch the condom in a nearby dumpster and zip up his fly.
This was insane. The whole encounter had taken less than five minutes, and other than a couple of rumpled shirtfronts, their clothing had barely been disturbed.
With shaky hands she twisted her hair back up into a knot and secured it with her clip. Jake picked up her briefcase, and she wrapped her shaky fingers around the handle of her purse. She’d dropped it at some point during their ten-second foreplay.
He slid his hand around her waist and nuzzled his face against her neck. “I want to get you home and get you naked,” he murmured.
Unbelievably, her nipples immediately went rock hard and her pussy clenched in primitive response.
Kit chose not to dwell on her disturbing, overwhelming response to Jake and instead focused on the fact that if she could keep him around for the next month, “Stripping It Down” would have ample source material.
7
J ake went home with Kit that night and never left. Three weeks later he sat at her kitchen table drinking coffee in his boxers and eating his Cheerios as though he owned the place.
She eyed him over the Entertainment section of the paper, still not entirely sure how this had all happened.
First his toothbrush had appeared next to hers. Next, his razor took up permanent residence on her sink. Soon after, he’d started bringing a spare change of clothing, until finally, Sunday afternoon he’d arrived with his suitcase and asked her for a spare key.
Like an idiot she’d given him one.
Other items had followed. Instead of being used as a receptacle for nail polish
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