I tugged up her dress and nudged her closer to the wall, briefly taking a moment to thank myself for my foresight in having her remove her panties. Easier access, and hell, I needed it. Any barrier between me and her hot pussy would’ve been destroyed in seconds. As it was, I had to hold on long enough for her to fumble out the condom—still warm from her breasts—and pass it to me, and then I had to jerk it out of the foil and get it on my dick. The action would’ve been difficult enough in such close quarters if my hands hadn’t been shaking like a junkie’s.
“Pussy addict,” I mumbled and she nearly lost her footing, almost coming out of one of her heels. I didn’t know how’d she gone off-balance, but it didn’t matter because she was giggling, and soon I was too.
Not giggling, I hoped, but laughing. Christ, I laughed so hard that my poor, underap
preciated cock nearly burst through the latex.
“Did you really say pussy addict?”
“Grace’s pussy addict,” I corrected, dragging her against me as I slid my rubber-covered cock against her ass. “Put your foot up on the ledge.”
“They’re going to know.”
She was probably right, and I probably should’ve given a shit.
But she put her foot up on the ledge, and I lined up my dick and shoved inside her hard enough to kill the last of our laughter.
Then all there was blinding heat, and need, and her squeezing me as she went up on her toes to suck me so deep that I couldn’t breathe. Her name was the only thing I could say.
“Grace,” I murmured, and she shuddered, clamping down on me so brutally that I couldn’t even withdraw enough to thrust. It was like being vised in an inferno, in the best fucking way possible.
“I need it, Blake, please,” she begged, pushing her ass back against me. “Don’t wait.”
So I didn’t.
Somehow I managed to draw back enough to slam home again, over and over until I knew I was ramming her into the stone wall. I regretted it, but I couldn’t stop it. My coat flapped in the wind around us, probably not concealing a damn thing, but all I could think about was the blazing-hot flesh hugging my cock, drenching it. She wasn’t just going to come. She was going to shatter, and I was going to break apart with her.
I banded my arm around her waist and pressed the heel of my hand between her thighs, rubbing without finesse. We were two animals rutting, making the kind of noises I’d never heard from myself before. Grunts, shouts. Filthy fucking things that belonged to her alone, because she was the only woman on this earth who could draw them out of me.
“Squeeze that tight pussy. Squeeze me, goddammit. Harder.” I bit the side of her throat and she whimpered, rocking against me as if she’d lost all control of her body. “Milk my cock. Make me come.” I ground my hand against her center, so roughly I wondered if it would bruise. “Make yourself come. Do it now, Grace. Do it.”
But my demands held no sway here. She writhed against me, undulating as she rode the pleasure between us. Yet she still didn’t find her release.
“Let go, dammit. Let go or else I’ll turn you around and shove your thighs open so wide that every camera in this place will see me shoving my dick inside you.”
She cried out and gripped my hand, holding it against her clit as she bucked into my strokes. She fell forward, pressing her cheek to the wall, virtually ensuring that it would be obvious to every person who saw this footage that we’d been mating like beasts.
Finally, she burst apart around my cock, her pussy rippling with such force that I couldn’t withstand her frantic spasms. I threw back my head and roared at the night, furious without knowing why, my hips battering hers into the unforgiving wall again and again as I drained myself into the condom.
The aftermath was silence. As always.
I returned to my body at once, snapping violently back into my skin. The afterglow vanished but the anger remained. At myself, at her. At a world where she would always be too good for me, and I would always be tainted by the slums no matter how high I rose.
That wasn’t all. She was still hiding the truth about why she’d taken the job working for me. I’d given her a chance to come clean at dinner, and she hadn’t. We continued to devour each other at every opportunity, and we were both lying with every breath.
“Let me take you home,” I said against her cheek, daring her to defy me when I was so on edge.
She sighed. “Blake—”
“Don’t tell me no when I’m still balls-deep inside you. I need to know you’re safe.” I need to understand some of the pieces of your life, because you’re hiding the rest.
“I will be safe. I’m a big girl.”
“If something happened to you…” I blew out a breath and closed my eyes. “There’s no reason to take unnecessary risks.”
“Oh no? Then what is this, exactly?” She elbowed me back, and I pulled out of her with a grunt. I whipped off the condom and shoved it into the pocket square I’d tucked away before slipping both back into my pocket. She tugged down her dress and strode away from me, her words swallowed by the wind.
“Goddammit, I can’t even hear you. Turn around and face me.”