I deserved to have my ass chewed for not planning the shit with Romeo better or letting her know what was going on. I’d been awake for close to two days, give or take a nap or two, but I was still ready to spend every second I needed to make it up to her including finally making her mine.
I’d watched these two little assholes slip in and out of the prom with their friends, pulling bottles and flasks from God knows where, and throwing them back like they were water. It’s all fine and fucking dandy when you feel that buzz. It gives you more confidence and helps you let loose a little. But in an hour or so with the way these kids were chugging it, they weren’t even going to be able to walk let alone get their boogie on. Then to watch Meyah walk outside with them, asshole one swinging his keys around but barely stumbling down the stairs.
I was pissed.
Not just at them for drinking and thinking it was okay to drive.
But at Meyah for not using the voice I knew she had to stand up and protest.
We could talk about it later. We could argue, and she could yell at me for leaving her in the cold, and I could lecture her on how drinking and driving destroyed people’s lives. But right now, all I wanted to do was to know she was here. “I can’t lose you. Not when I’ve just managed to put my family back together.”
She raised an eyebrow obviously having no idea what had happened over the past few days. Not with Phee showing up, or us rushing off to pick up Romeo from the prison. She had no idea. I felt like I’d gone from one high to a low, and now I just wanted to forget either and have her.
“Want to explain?” she asked, tilting her head to the side. Her fingers were still stroking through my hair soothing the raging asshole inside me but bringing out the other beast I kept buried down.
“Later.” I lowered her to the ground allowing her to place those heels she had on onto the concrete. They made her taller because I didn’t have to duck as low to capture her kisses, and they were also about to come with another purpose. “Turn around.”
She looked at me nervously, but I’d just felt the warmth of her pussy against my cock, and there wasn’t a lot of material to these fucking dress pants. She was turned on.
I’d already made sure there were no security cameras where we were hiding in a small covered entrance to the building. There was no way in hell anyone was going to see any part of Meyah that I considered mine.
I brushed her hair back and pushed it over one shoulder leaving the other bare. She always smelt amazing. It was always subtle, and maybe just what was left of her body wash or her shampoo. Whatever it was, it was addictive, and I couldn’t help but run my nose along her skin as I pressed my lips gently to her skin.
“Hands on the wall,” I ordered, my teeth brushing her earlobe.
“Ham…” she whispered, shuddering at my touch. “Should we really—”
“Trust me.”
For a second, I thought this might have been too much. Meyah, for the most part, was quiet and shy. While she’d fought back recently, there was still a part of her that cared tremendously what people thought of her and what they assumed. Something like fucking my woman in the shadows, knowing that people could walk by us and never know what was going on in the darkness, had my cock straining uncomfortably. For Meyah, though, that was scary territory, and I would never force her to do anything she didn’t want to do.
Her hands lifted slowly and pressed against the cold brick wall. This was my woman trusting me, and holy fuck did it make me want to please her more than fucking ever. I pressed up behind her, knowing she could easily feel my hard cock through the tight leather-like booty shorts she had on. The scrap of lace over the top was basically irrelevant, so I grabbed it with both hands and pulled, tearing it straight up the center.
She gasped, looking over her shoulder. “You didn’t just…” she trailed off.
I shrugged it off, slipping my hands inside the slit which I’d just made and reaching around to find the three or more buttons and damn zip which were holding her together. The first button had her standing a little taller, the second produced a hitch in her breath. By the time the third came undone, followed by the zip, she was pressing her ass back against me, arching her back forward. I hummed in appreciation as I pulled them down slightly, just enough room for my hand to slide inside and find exactly what I’d been expecting.
Warm and wet, her clit already swollen and waiting for me.
My fingers brushed across it eliciting a light and airy moan from her mouth. It was magical and sweet, and I wanted to hear more. This time I added a little more pressure, and her hands that were pressed flat to the wall curled into fists. “Hamlet,” she whimpered pleadingly. “We’re gonna get in trouble.”
I chuckled under my breath and leaned forward pressing her upper body against the wall while holding her ass back and grinding my cock forward. “You’re already in trouble,” I murmured in her ear, enjoying the sound of her outraged gasp.
“Excuse me?” she demanded, though her voice was a little shaky along with her legs the more I built her up and up. “I believe… it was you… who was… late.”
I grinned, pressing my lips to her bare shoulder. “Well, later you can take what you want for that. Right now, it’s my turn, and you agreed to show me you were right here, in one piece, with me.” I matched what she’d said word for word.
“Mmm,” she moaned, throwing her head back and closing her eyes. I took advantage, deciding now was my moment. I didn’t want this to go on forever, it wasn’t meant to. It was meant to be exciting, dangerous, and aimed at getting your heart racing.
Right now, it was.
I could hear more footsteps, and I knew the second that Meyah could hear them, too. She tried to wiggle away, but I held her tighter refusing to remove my finger from her clit. Instead, speeding up, strumming it quicker, moving my other hand up her body to her breast. The corset she had on was almost too easy, one tug and both her breasts popped out the top, bouncing free.
Voices and laughter of a couple of teens filled the air. A boy and a girl.
“Come on, Dean,” a light voice urged. “Someone will see.”
“Evie, no one’s around, you’ve been grinding on me all night, and my dick is rock hard. Just suck it, come on...” Dean encouraged his lady who seemed to think over such a fucking enticing invitation.