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The way he bares his throat to me is impossible to resist.I scrape my teeth over his jaw and down one of the most vulnerable parts of him, pinching his skin between my teeth.Each gasp and swallow is like music.
“Your stubble feels good against my lips, Fallon.Your skin is so hot.I’ve never wanted to sink my teeth into a person’s throat so much in my life.”
“Oh God.This is completely crazy.”
But he doesn’t tell me to stop, so I don’t.
My brain is spinning, the desire to slide my fingers through his thick waves again and again warring with the prickle in my palms that I suspect can only be soothed by touching him everywhere.It’s like there’s this whole new country I’ve never been to, and I want to get out there and explore everything.
All of him.All at once.
It takes a few rough pulls to get his shirt untucked.I let my hands roam over his lightly furred stomach and his broad pecs.His hips jerk against mine when I roll his nipples between my fingertips.I slide my hands to his back so I can feel the curve of his spine under my fingers, the tapering at his waist.
His ass.Holy shit, his ass.It’s so fucking firm under the palms of my hands, a sensory experience that’s damn satisfying.Kneading the heated flesh is better than that awesome thinking putty Evans got me one year for Christmas.I could do this all.Fucking.Night.
“Oh God,” he whispers—less like a prayer and more like begging.“Please.”
“Whatever you want, baby.Keep talking to me.You like me the way I’m squeezing your ass, using it like it’s a sensory toy?You like me dry humping you out here in public, where anyone at all could walk by and see?”
Whether it’s Fallon widening his stance or my dick’s need to get close to him, a world opens up when my thigh slides between his.His eyes fall shut on a moan so indecent I want to bottle it up and save it so nobody gets to hear it but me.He’s thrusting faster against me, his erection riding what would be the crease between my leg and my body if we were both naked.
Why the fuck aren’t we naked?
Laughter nearby turns my head for a second.Right.That’s why.
“Should we…should we stop?”He’s breathy in my ear, sounding dazed.
Maybe we should, but… “You want me to stop, baby?”
I pull back enough to see his face, his nose and jaw sharp in the shadowy mouth of this alley.His golden skin glows in a sliver of moonlight.His eyelids drop to half-mast.His hips keep rocking, keep grinding against me.His eyes blaze with need.
Finally, he shakes his head no.
“Good.Me neither.”I press in, working my hard dick against his.“It’s exciting, right?Knowing we could get caught any second?How would you feel if we got caught right now, huh?If someone stumbled on us, seeing you working yourself against me like you’re in fucking heat.”
Brennan will fuck me up if I’m arrested for public indecency.Ask me how much I care.
I’m distracted by the way Fallon shivers when I run my nose along his throat.And his scent.Shit, I knew this guy was rich as fuck from the suit alone, but he smells like it too.His skin is a salty expanse of some subtle mix of wood and smoke and, I don’t know, essence of Benjamins or something.I want to get lost in his scent and stay that way.If he lets me lick it off him, I might not even hold his being a rich fuck against him.
“You’re doing the strangest things to me,” I confess as I press my hip against his hard dick.His fingers dig into my arm, into my ass.His movements get jerky and insistent.I’m high as a kite on making this guy crazy.
“You’re getting close, aren’t you?”I murmur against his throat.“I can feel your heart beating.Can you feel mine?”It’s an angry drumbeat right now.The kind you hear in the movies before someone’s head gets chopped off.
“God, yes, it’s so… Oh God.Oh fuck.”
I grip his hips, locking us together.“Keep going,” I demand.
“I can’t believe how good this feels.”He pants against my ear.“I… We-we should stop.We should—I can’t.I can’t fucking stop.It feels so fucking good.”
What feels so fucking good is making him so out of his fucking mind.I’vedone this to him.I’m the one who’s reduced him to a stuttering ball of sensation.
“Don’t stop,” I whisper.“Don’t you dare.I want you to use me.I want you to slide that big dick of yours against my body until you explode all over the fucking place.I want to feel you get off on me.”
To push it home, I slide my left hand between his legs, massaging the hard ridge there.
“PJ…harder.”
Mmm.Yes.Grip strength for the win.
