...He gathered her into his arms and pressed her against the wall, his mouth taking hers in a soul-searing kiss. She surrendered to him immediately, her mouth opening wide, their tongues meeting. Her arms wrapped around his neck, and soft sounds came from the back of her throat. He ran his hands down her sides, over her hips, then back up, skimming across her stomach, grazing her breasts. She gasped into his mouth.

“Touch my nipples,” she murmured and he did, pleased to find she wore no bra. He pulled and tugged, lightly twisting her nipples as he continued kissing her. His tongue plundered her mouth, searching hers, branding her and she cried out.

“You like that?” He moved against her, pushing one thigh between her legs and she rubbed against him. He swore he could feel her hot wet center against his leg and he immediately went hard.

“Yes.” Her hands smoothed over his head, his hair, and she clasped his cheeks, kissing him. She nibbled on his lips, licked him, sucked his tongue into her mouth and he moaned. He couldn’t believe he was kissing this woman in a fucking alley next to a busy club when he could’ve taken her back to his place and had her in his bed in minutes. Though he never brought any of his women back to his house, to his bed. He always went to theirs.

But there was something illicit about kissing and groping in public. If he could get away with it, he probably would fuck her right there. Slip his cock into her tight sheath and pump inside her until they both screamed with release.

Oh, yeah, he fucking would if he could.

“Suck my nipples,” she whispered, tugging down his head.

He did so, just as he’d imagined, drawing the turgid points into his mouth, dress and all. He sucked and nipped, licked and laved, and she writhed beneath him, her breath coming in short spurts. Mewling sounds escaped from her, and she arched into his mouth.

“Pull down my dress. I want to feel your mouth on my skin.”

Ty didn’t even hesitate, and yanked the front of her dress down to her ribcage, revealing her rounded breasts. Rosy nipples beckoned him, begged for his mouth, and he obliged with pleasure. He cupped her lush flesh in his hands, brought her breasts together so they plumped prettily for him, and sucked first one, then the other nipple into his mouth.

Back and forth, back and forth he went. He suckled her until she cried out, her voice echoing in the still quiet of the alley. Someone could hear them, would know what they were doing, maybe even come upon them. Cops patrolled the area all the time and they would get in trouble for sure. Ty knew it, but he didn’t care. All he could think about was this woman in his arms, her sweet tasting nipples in his mouth, her lower body thrusting toward his.

She was horny, she was needy, and so was he. He wanted to get off, needed to get off if he expected to see straight and be able to drive home without wrecking his car.

Her hands skimmed down, delicate fingers curling around his denim-covered cock. He lifted his head to look at her, thrusting against her nice and slow.

“Like what you found?”

“Is that all you?”

“Oh, yeah, all nine inches of me.” Ty didn’t mean to brag, but no one ever protested his size.

Her brows rose. “Nine inches? Impressive.”

“What would really be impressive is to see my nine inches disappear inside your pretty mouth.”

She smirked. “Is that your polite way of asking for a blow job?”

He glanced about the alley, watching a couple walk by on the sidewalk. “Not here, not like this. Want to come home with me?”

Shit, he never invited anyone home. His words surprised him into silence for a moment.