“God damn, you’re tight,” he murmurs into my ear.
I want to say, that’s because I’m still a virgin. But I don’t. Either he knows that or he doesn’t, but either way it’s not really the time to discuss that. It does make me realize that unless I want my first time to be right here, with my back against the rough stucco wall, I’d better say something.
Do I want to say something?
He moves his finger inside me, working my clit at the same time, and I have to gasp for breath. If I’m going to say something, now is the time.
I kiss him, slowly pushing him away at the same time. He growls and presses me back against the wall, and I have to actually speak up.
“Stop,” I plead quietly.
Instantly he stills, then backs up, looking betrayed. “I thought—”
“Shh, no. I know. I just… I want it in a bed,” I say, turning red. “If there were no one else around, maybe here would be fine…”
Understanding dawns on his face, and he looks a little ashamed of himself.
“Oh. I mean, of course.”
I reach out and grab him by the back of his neck, kissing him long and slow, until we’re both out of breath. “I do want you. I do.”
Jameson kisses me again, then backs away. “I have to work the rest of my shift. I can’t just leave.”
I look at him, willing myself to have the nerve to ask him to my place. “Come to my house tonight, after you’re done here. I promise, you won’t be disappointed.”
He is so hesitant, it’s almost heartbreaking. “All right.”
“You’ll really come over?”
He pauses for the longest moment, then nods. “Yeah.”
I smile at him, feeling my face burn. “Okay. I’ll be ready for you.”
He glances over his shoulder, back towards the bar. “All right. Go, before I change my mind.”
I honestly don’t know if he means that he would change his mind about coming over or if he means he would insist on having sex in this alley. He turns and heads back to the bar, and I am left to walk down the alley.