“Skip tonight and come home with me,” he murmured.
The assertive demand sent a shiver of needy anticipation through my core despite me having already decided that Avery’s appearance changed how I was spending tonight.
Instead of accepting verbally, I grabbed the collar of his shirt and pulled his mouth down to meet mine. We collided with a force that held almost two years of longing, and with him devouring me shamelessly on the side of the street, I completely succumbed to his touch.
Avery’s tongue relentlessly passed over mine time and time again. I whimpered against his lips when he turned us and pinned me to the brick wall at my back. He rolled his hips with an impatient desire that had me craving to reach into his jeans and take his cock in my hand.
“It’s been too long since I’ve had you,” he panted between wild movements.
“I need you right now,” I hissed.
“Fuck, this can’t wait,” he hissed, voice tight and thick with arousal.
Avery tore himself away and snagged my arm. He towed me into an alleyway a few doors down, and I matched his urgent pace with ease. He pushed me against the wall in the first darkened backdoor entrance we came to. His hands shook with need as he flicked the top button of my jeans. A moan of tortured frustration filled the still air, broken by our elevated panting.
“Shove your jeans down for me, Hells.”
After doing as he commanded, I reached for his belt only for my wrists to be captured, my body spun, and my hands forcefully pressed against the concrete wall. Avery then pressed his hand against my back until I bent forward to the right angle. I popped my booty and opened my knees as wide as I could with my jeans keeping my ankles together, then gasped with anticipation for what was to come.
As expected, there was a brief shuffle of Avery falling to his knees, then his tongue connected with my pussy with a hunger that had my knees buckling.
“Oh fuck,” I hissed.
“I fucking love eating you out from behind,” he growled.
On autopilot, I bent further until my palms hit the pavement beneath my boots. Avery’s fingers bit into my hips and pulled me harder against his face. He was a man who loved his face ridden and ridden hard. He’d sooner pass out from lack of oxygen than only get contact with his tongue.
I bit down on my lower lip when his thumb came to press against my asshole, circling in time with his tongue skillfully licking my clit. Every now and then, he’d come up for air and a wash of breath would hit my pussy, chilling the heated arousal pooling for him.
His face pressed harder into my flesh. While the overload of sensations pulled nothing but wanton curses from my mouth, his finger, thumb, and tongue coaxed an orgasm to life.
“Fuck, Ayve,” I moaned, not caring that my voice carried along the vacant alleyway.
He hummed and rubbed my clit faster. The slick layer from my arousal combined with his saliva, plus the perfect friction from his fingers, engorged my clit further.
The orgasm hit hard and fast, drawn out and extended by skillful fingers working hard while his thumb circled my asshole with firm pressure.
He lapped until each quaking shudder eased, then rose to his feet.
“Sweetest pussy I’ve ever had the pleasure of eating, Hellcat. Brace,” he commanded.
I did as best I could and welcomed the head of his cock nudging against my entrance. One hand gripped the crease of my hips as he thrust into me with one swift and desperate movement, while the other thumb circled my asshole again.
“Jesus Christ,” came his hiss as he pumped in and out; shallowly at first, as if trying to savor our unity for nostalgia’s sake, then recklessly when his need for hard and fast overrode everything else.
I bent further, gripping his ankles on either side of mine as he fucked me harder.
“Put your thumb in, dammit,” I yelled, my voice cracking with the onslaught.
My body greedily welcomed the intrusion of his thumb, and Avery grunted with each thrust—the guttural sounds growing louder as he chased his own release.
He pounded into me those last few times while practically howling at the fucking moon.
His body slumped over mine and he braced one hand on the wall above me, thumb remaining snugly inserted. I eased to standing and gasped when he slowly pulled out.
“I’ve missed you more than you’ll ever know, Hallie,” he murmured against the shell of my ear.
Avery seldom called me by my name, and that combined with the solemn tone of his voice, created a stab of fondness in my chest. I’d never allowed myself to catch feelings. Not deep ones anyway. People like me who lived the way I did weren’t easy people to tame. The fact that Avery created emotions I couldn’t—and didn’t want to—escape from, scared the ever-loving shit out of me.