Page 37 of Bourbon and Secrets

I move closer, forcing her to keep moving until her back hits the brick wall behind her. When I look down at her hand, her fingers still wrap around my phone.

It’s what she says next that removes any common sense that should have me ending this game right now. “Then you’ll have to tell me what you’d want me to do,” she says seductively into her phone.

With those green eyes locked on mine, I glide my hand down her forearm to her wrist until I wrap my fingers around my phone. I try prying it from her, but she grips tighter. Stepping back, I pull her with me until I move the phone behind my waist and slide it into my back pocket.

When she finally lets go, she turns her back to me with a flick of her hand, like that was the only thing I wanted from her.Fuck. It should be. I got my phone back. I can go back to the bar and find my friend. But it’s not. I scrub my hand across the stubble on my chin and over my mouth as my gaze travels over her again, now that she’s paying me no attention. There are a thousand reasons why walking away is the logical choice.But I’ve done logical and expected, cavalier and thankless. Right now, I just want her.

Fuck it.

Reaching out, I wrap my arm around her body and pull her to me. She sucks in a breath as her back connects with my front. Any sense is thrown entirely away as I keep my body pressed to hers and move my mouth to the opposite side from where she’s holding her phone.

My lips ghost along her neck, and in response, she grinds her ass back into my cock. I hold her tighter against me as a couple walking by at the end of the alley laughs.Fucking hell, this is reckless.

“Tell me to stop,” I whisper as my fingers toy with the top button of her vest.

“Keep going,” she tells me in a quiet, breathy tone.

I flick open the button and my fingers slide along the smooth warmth of her skin. Her breath catches. My palm and fingers grasp as much of her full chest in my hand as I can. She leans back, dropping her head along my shoulder, my lips brushing her cheek as my fingers play and pluck at her nipple. Rolling it with the pads of my fingers, her mouth opens and tilts into a half smile as she rubs her ass from side to side, grazing my cock with each sway of her hips.

She releases a small moan just before she says, “Keep going.” Her breath catches as she whispers, “Please, don’t stop.”

“Those panties still off?” I ask along her skin.

She nods and lets out a hum in anticipation.

I shift my weight, moving us closer to the wall and into the shadows between these two buildings. I drag my hand down the back of her thigh to lift the back of her skirt. My fingers only find her warm, smooth skin. “Tell me this is okay, Peach.”

“Don’t you fucking stop,” she says on an exhale. I don’t hear any muffled voice or see the light of her phone anymore, but shestill has it pressed to the other ear. I don’t care who hears her. The only thing I care about is knowing that I’m the one about to make her come.

My cock is so hard I can feel it dampening my jeans with every roll of my hips. I run my fingers along the exact place I wanted to touch so badly when she shed her coat during her “date.” That strip of skin, the crease of her ass, that perfect spot where it meets the top of her thigh.Fuck. Her skin is soft, but the cold has it pebbling as my fingertips move closer to her pussy.

She widens her stance and leans her weight into me. I grip a pinch of her ass before I glide two fingers right between her legs and along the entire length of her pussy. She’s fucking soaked already, and I have to hold back a groan at the feeling. She hums as I slip two fingers back and forth through her pussy lips and up to her clit. I haven’t even fucked my fingers into her and she’s already shaking in my arms.

“You like this, don’t you?” I nip at the skin below her ear. “I think you more than like it. I think you want me to give you more. Do you want more?” I taunt, drawing circles around her clit as my wrist rubs against her slit. “Beg me for my fingers, Peach.”

“No,” she bites out.

My cock twitches as I grind against her. I pinch her clit and her nipple to draw out the truth.

“Oh fuck. Fine, please,” she whines, arching back.

“Please what?” I say along her neck.

“Fuck you, Foxx. You know what.”

I rotate my hand for a better angle and let my middle finger sink into her. Andholy fuck, do I feel it once I do, reveling in her shuddering gasp.

“More,” she says on an exhale as her body sinks into me.

My low laugh has her cursing me again. “More, what?”

“You’re an asshole,” she says.

I add another finger and sink it in deeper. She melts into the pleasure I’m allowing, leaning against me and letting out a small, quiet sound that I need to hear more loudly. “You’re not being very nice,” I say teasingly.

She huffs as I keep the same slow and deep pace without increasing my speed. “You don’t want a nice girl right now, Foxx.”

“What do I want, then, hmm?”

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