Page 22 of Outside the Lines
He made the same little throaty noise as before. “I love it.”
Grazing my teeth along his throat got me a deeper gasp. “Prove it.” I needed him on his knees for me, his eyes looking up into mine, and those exquisite hands on my thighs.
“Not in the store,” he murmured.
“That a rule?”
He opened space between us, though our hips stayed pressed together. “Yeah, actually.” But his smile was warm. “Work is here. Play is”—he gestured toward the door—“for out there.”
Out therewas an alley with dumpsters and dimly lit pavement. Given that it was the main drag of town, it wasn’t too seedy. I turned over Lydia’sdon’t break himcomment and a plan formed in my head. “Ever sucked a guy off in an alley?”
Simon’s breath caught. “Not that one.”
That wasn’t at all anoto my question and I couldn’t help my grin. “You should probably set the alarm.”
“Mmm.” He nuzzled my neck, his stubble scraping across my skin before he nipped me and sent my pulse sky-high. “Probably.” He pulled away and did exactly that.
Half a minute later, we were outside and Simon was locking the back door. A moment after that, I had him up against it and moaning into my mouth. His keys clattered to the ground and his hands tangled into my hair. I rocked my dick into his thigh.
Did taking Simon apart count asbreaking? I wanted him begging and screaming, dirty and willing to do anything I asked.
I wasn’t sure which one of us swung the other around, but a second later my back hit the steel door. I pressed my thumb against Simon’s throat and broke our kiss to catch my breath. Over his shoulder, wherever light hit the pavement, it shone from the earlier rain; bright dots of light in the inky night. “Get on your knees.”
He met my gaze, and fucking kept it as he dropped down before me. “It’s gonna have to be fast.”
His hair was soft and long enough to grip tightly between my fingers. “Why’s that?”
“’Cause Officer Phil Merrick always patrols the alley around ten.” Nimble fingers had my fly open and Simon nuzzled my dick through the cotton of my briefs.
Fuck. That hot mouth. Those sinful lips. I needed inside both. I had no idea what time it was, but I bet Simon did. “I’m sure you can manage.”
His dark chuckle sent heat into my skull. “Just you wait.”
He had my cock out, and warm breath caressed me right before his lips slid over the head. I bit my lip and pressed back against the door to keep from moaning too loudly. If this area was patrolled . . . well. No need to call attention to ourselves, even if I was standing against End o’ Earth’s delivery door, in full view with Simon Derry sucking the tip of my cock. We weren’t in the dark. Anyone walking by could see.
For all Simon’s talk, he took his damn sweet time blowing me. He started by sucking and licking the length of my shaft and fondling my balls. But the heat of his mouth and the flick of his tongue kept me breathless despite his languid exploration.
I stroked his hair. “What would your wife think if she saw us?” Part of me still couldn’t believe we were doing this.
Another laugh. “She’d pull up a chair.”
That— Oh hell. I bit my lip and swallowed a groan. Voyeurism wasn’t my thing, but that thought zipped from my brain straight to my balls anyway.
We were so going to get caught if we kept this up.
I gripped Simon’s hair tight, and at long last, he took my shaft into his sweet hot mouth. His moan vibrated against my length. “Yeah.” I tugged his head toward me. “Take my dick, Si. All of it.”
Damned if he didn’t do exactly what I’d asked. I’d had plenty of blowjobs before and from guys who could deep-throat, but none of them had ever done me like Simon Derry. Maybe it was the alley or his tight throat, or the way he inhaled me, but pure bliss rolled up my spine when he took my cock to the root.
Then he did it again. And again. Andagain—until my vision hazed and my balls were about ready to explode. His tongue was magic and he sucked me as if he wanted every piece of my dick—yeah. Simon wasn’t a straight guy atall.
The light on the tarmac glittered and my sight blurred. This was fucking amazing. Better than porn, far better than my last quick hookup in the back of the prop shop. To top it off, I might get to take Simon home. Maybe fuck him until he screamed.
I whimpered into the night and tried to keep my mouth closed. I wanted to yell and curse and tell Simon he was one hell of a cockslut, but—alley. And perhaps a patrolling cop. I swallowed the words.
I was so damn close and that was unfair because I wanted so much more of the man kneeling before me. His eyes were closed, his mouth stretched wide, and he was fucking beautiful. A filthy angel on his knees, doing everything he could to suck the jizz out of me.
I didn’t know how I heard the footsteps over the pounding of my heart or Simon’s deep grunts, but I did. When I cranked my head to the left, over the dumpster that hopefully blocked Simon from view, I made out a figure striding down the pavement, a flashlight drawing curves on the ground. My pulse shot through the roof. “Si,” I hissed. His eyes flicked open and, I swear to God, the look he gave me was pure lust and a little bit evil.
