Page 13 of The Wanderer

Her eyebrow arched. "And what's that?"

"Fucking you."

She slammed her mouth against his and his head clunked the wall again. He didn't care. The pain barely registered when she had her tongue in his mouth and her hand on his zipper.

"Not here. More private," he said against the corner of her mouth, guiding her towards a sheltered nook he'd first discovered as a horny teen during his first year in Melbourne.

"You've done this before," she said flatly, some of the fire draining out of her eyes.

"I've made out with a girl here, once, when I was nineteen."

She took a moment to respond and when she did, he knew it would be a zinger by the quirk of her lips. "Practice for the real thing now."

He laughed. "Something like that."

Her smile faded as she slid her hands up his chest to rest on his shoulders. "I have no idea what's gotten into me but I need this, you, so badly."

There was a hint of wistful forlornness in her voice, like wanting him confused her.

Join the club, lady. No woman had ever got under his skin so fast.

Taking her hand, he did a quick visual check of the area. Empty, apart from used kegs stacked neatly at the alley's dead-end, creating the perfect nook he remembered. Back then, he'd wanted to go all the way with his date but she'd been a reluctant virgin. This time, he had a confident woman in his arms that demanded what she wanted.

He tugged on her hand and eased her into the nook. As soon as they were shielded from the possibility of prying eyes from a late-night stroller at the other end of the alley, she was on him. Hands pawing, mouth devouring, leg hooked around his waist like she wanted to climb him.

He grabbed her ass and lifted her, pinning her against the wall while her legs wrapped around him. She whimpered as he kneaded her ass and kissed his way down her neck, nipping at the tender skin and following it with a lap of his tongue. With every bite and lick she rocked against him, her breathing short and choppy.

"Oh yeah, so good," she murmured as he found her nipple through the thin material of her kaftan, and playfully bit it.

She arched, her head flung back against the wall, eyes closed, the column of her neck smooth and pale in the wan moonlight. He'd never seen anything so beautiful, so erotic.

Gently easing one of her legs down, he backed away slightly. Her eyes flew open. Clouded and dazed, she stared at him, disoriented.

"Why did you stop?"

"Because I want to be inside you when you come."

Approval glittered in her eyes as he lowered her to her feet, unzipped and made fast work of the condom from his wallet.

"I knew you'd be big," she murmured, the tip of her tongue darting out to moisten her lower lip as she stared at his cock. "You felt huge back at the studio."

"Wait until you feel me inside you," he said, taking his cock in his hand and rubbing the tip against her clit.

"Oooh…" She sighed when he prised her thighs apart and slid his cock through her wet folds.

"So good," she whispered, biting her bottom lip as he angled his pelvis to align with hers and nudged her entrance.

"You're so fucking wet." He slid in slowly, using every ounce of his shredded willpower to take this slow when he wanted to pound into her real bad.

As if reading his mind, she said, "I need to come. Now."

Logan didn't need to be asked twice. He lifted her thigh so she hooked a leg around his waist, opening her wider as he slid in to the hilt. She gasped as he slid out and did it again, savouring the feel of her tight pussy squeezing him.

"More," she demanded, soft and breathy, so he obliged. Sliding out and driving in, over and over, knowing this wasn't the place to prolong but wishing he could.

She started panting so he slipped a hand between them and pressed his thumb to her clit.

"Yes. Now. Please…" Her head started rolling side to side as he circled her clit, the beginnings of his own orgasm clawing at him. Tightening his balls. Pooling in his lower spine.

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