The sparkle returned to her eyes, making the speech worthwhile. Good, they were back on track.
“How big is very big?” Her cheeks turned pink with the question.
For a second he considered placing her hand on his bulging cock. A move like that and she’d think he asked her out strictly for sex. That wasn’t the case, even if he did want to fuck her until they both dropped from exhaustion and satisfaction. His fingers twitched over hers. To be safe, he grabbed his beer and downed a mouthful. But he still needed to answer the question.
“Right now, uncomfortably big.” Her lips curled into a slow, sultry smile. One he wanted to slide his cock into and fuck ’til he came. He closed his eyes briefly, needing to get control. Yet again. Enough to make it through their date in a semi-gentlemanly state. He spread his legs a bit in an effort to make the boys more comfortable. Suddenly, they had company.
Andie’s hand cupped his cock. She caressed it through the denim, firmly stroking his length, with a squeeze thrown in here and there for added torture. Her eyes were pure fuck-me. Any reservations she’d had were gone. Along with his resolve.
“Let’s get out of here,” he said, and she nodded. He dug into his pocket for some cash, tossed a couple of bills on the table and pulled her out of the booth with him. He guided her forward with his hands on her waist. “Money’s on the table,” he barked at the waitress as they passed. He pressed his cock against Andie’s ass while pushing the heavy door open. Stupid move, it put him one step closer to exploding. The night air was warmer than average for June, but it had nothing on the heat they were generating. And they were still fully clothed.
Most of the businesses along Dundas Street lived in joined brick buildings. Not many alleys existed, but lucky for him, one was nearby. His arm around Andie’s waist made it that much easier to snag her into the narrow laneway with him. The passage might’ve been four feet wide, max. No security lights came on and minimal moonlight filtered between the buildings. The darkness made it private enough to steal a couple minutes of making out, because he couldn’t wait until they got to his truck. He didn’t ask permission or give her warning. Just pressed her up against the brick wall and shoved his leg between hers to hold her in place. Her startled yip quickly melted into a low, throaty sound that made his cock ache. Shit, they’d never make it home at this rate.
“Do you want this?” He hiked her skirt up past her hips, fingered the edge of some very tiny panties. If she said no, he was fucked. Not in a good way. “I can’t see your face. Tell me.”
“I want you.” Her voice was soft yet hungry, and Mason didn’t miss the twist she’d put on his question. She wanted
him
, not
this
. She couldn’t have said anything sexier.
“Lift your hips, I want to feel your ass.” Her skin was warm and firm in his hands, the tiny string disappearing between her legs a total tease. “I wish I could see you.” He tugged the scrap of material down. Pushed her naked ass against the bricks, making her jump. “Too rough?”
“No, I-I like it.”
“Good.” Face to her neck, he inhaled. She smelled sweet, but not artificial like perfume. Fresh and natural. Fucking delicious.
She shivered when he got to the spot below her ear. Thrust her tits into his chest and moaned a little. Fuck. He found her mouth and swallowed the sexy little noise. Her tongue invited his in. Demanded it. Putting the brakes on this pit stop wasn’t going to be easy.
He snaked his hands between them and under her shirt. Found two perfect handfuls encased in lace. He toyed there until her breath caught, the sound making his cock strain against the fly of his jeans. What noises would she make when he had her naked and coming? He put his hands on her hips, pushed her away from him, back to the wall. The pouty sigh she made was cute, but he wanted her moaning. Maybe even begging.
“Mason…”
That’d do. The whisper of his name killed the last of his control. His hands skated across the flat, smooth skin of her stomach. Lower. Fuck, she was on fire. Wet too, and smooth as everywhere else. His married buddies often complained about their wives letting themselves go, and for some reason he’d half-expected that to be the case because Andie had an ex and a kid. Shame on him.
He sank two fingers inside her and she said his name again, her voice soft and needy.
“Fuck, babe, you’re making me crazy.” He began working her clit with his thumb. “I can’t wait to make you come.”
Andie couldn’t hold back from moaning. At this rate, he wouldn’t be waiting long. Hearing that
her
orgasm was his goal…deal maker.
His skilled hands guaranteed she’d come. He touched her as if he’d done it a thousand times, as if he knew everything that turned her on, as if he loved doing it to her. Her head rolled side to side as it built. His fingers were relentless. Rubbing hard and fast, taking her to the peak, then easing into long, slow strokes before she had the chance to tumble over.
“I’m gonna make you come now.” He breathed the words into her ear. “On my face.”
He was going to do that
here
? How?
“Hold on to me, babe,” he said as he dropped to his haunches.
She grabbed his shoulders, relaxing as his mouth took possession. His tongue moved against her clit with the perfection of her favorite vibrator, but better, because he was a hot human male, and totally in control. Nothing solo ever felt this good.
“Oh god…” His fingers filled her again, first one, then two. He found a magic spot inside, touching it with each mind-blowing stroke. Apparently he’d acquired the schematics for her anatomy, because he knew exactly where her buttons were—including some new ones—and how to push them for maximum effect.
His hair was soft and thick, and he took her grip on his skull as a sign to finish the job, it seemed, because that’s exactly what he did. She flew over the edge, bucking and grinding, totally and shamelessly riding his face. The alley echoed her half-spoken words and moans. Anyone walking by could hear. Not only did she not care, she liked it.
“My legs, I’m going to fall.”
He nuzzled her clit with his nose. “I’d never let you fall.”
“I can’t take any more. Too sensitive.” Reluctantly, she let go of his head. He straightened, taking the strain off her wobbly legs by way of pinning her to the wall. That pin of his needed some attention.
“You are so sexy. Your shape, your taste, those sounds you made when you came for me. I don’t want to stop. I could lick you all night.”
Just, wow. In her entire life, nobody’d said anything like that. Nor had anyone dragged her into an alley because they had to have her
right then
. Mason was a freaking sex god. And oh, was she ready to do some worshipping.
“It’s my turn.” She grabbed two handfuls of hard biceps and shoved. Sure, she only budged him because he let her. Her skirt dropped into place as she backed him to the opposite wall. The black lace panties chosen for his eyes, not for a dark laneway, slid to her ankles. She stepped out of them. A small price to pay for the hottest experience of her life. Worth it, even if they were the nicest pair she owned.
A low laugh bumped out of him when he hit the bricks. Again when she yanked the shirt from his jeans and fumbled with his belt, button and zipper. He didn’t lift a finger to help. Just leaned his sexy self against the wall and let her have at it. She couldn’t see him fully in the darkness, only lines and shadows. Still, his eyes were on her, she’d bet her entire lingerie drawer.
She hit bottom on his fly and shivered. In a matter of seconds his cock would be exposed. Hers to fondle, suck or plain old have her way with. She pushed the denim aside and ran her hand over his bulging briefs. Thank god for a decent-sized bulge. Not that she wanted a man who was freakishly large or anything. Significantly endowed and thoroughly stiff, that’s all. Stiff
before
she put in an hour’s work, for a change. She peeled back the jersey and wrapped her hand around him. Any woman who likes sex and has a shred of honesty knows that size does matter. Mason’s cock didn’t disappoint.
“Now I wish I could see
you
better.” She sank to her knees, working at the layers of clothing until he sprang free. She palmed him a few times and heard his breath catch. Good, the torture went both ways. She let her hand slide to the base. Steadied his cock as she consumed it in a long, slow glide. This was exactly what she’d been aching for—a mouthful of rock-solid, delicious man at her mercy. Mason fit the bill perfectly.
“Oh, fuck. Holy motherfucking Christ.” He groaned, then half-laughed. “I hope you’re not a devout churchgoer.”
She released him with a noisy pop. “Hell no.”
“Halle-fucking-lujah.” His fingers twined in her hair and he guided her back to his cock.
She smiled as she sucked him in. This was already the most fun she’d ever had on her knees. She took him deep, working him with her tongue, then eased off, maximizing the suction when she got to the tip. Judging by the free-flowing expletives above her, he was a fan of the technique.
As she started her descent again, Mason tightened his hold on her hair and thrust. His cock touched the back of her throat. A quick breath through her nose and the initial gag reflex passed. Using his hands and hips, he now controlled the rhythm and depth. Her nose hit the hard flatness of his stomach, again and again. Asphalt and rubble stung her knees as she jerked forward, back, forward, back. He’d taken complete control. Moaning filled her ears. Hers. She’d never been more turned-on in her life.
“I’m gonna come.” He released her hair and tried pulling out.
No way, not yet. She wrapped her arms around his hips and grabbed his ass, keeping him deep. “Mmm hmmm.” Kind of hard to talk with a mouth full of cock. She urged him by sucking and licking. He got the message.
“Your mouth feels so damn good.” His fingers slid through her hair, cupped the back of her head. He thrust into her mouth again. “Oh fuck yeah…” His body tensed. His cock pulsed and come splashed the back of her throat.
She was no expert at swallowing but did her best. The rest she wiped away with her hand, as subtly as possible, onto her skirt. The salesgirl at H&M had given her a big spiel about patterned fabric being great for hiding spilled coffee and such. Hopefully it did the same for blowjob overflow.
Mason reached for her hands and helped her to her feet. Pulled her into his arms. Kissed her face. Stroked her hair. His erotic dominance melted into sexy, masculine tenderness that tugged at something inside her. God, she was already gonzo for him, and it had been what—an hour? There had to be a goofy, infatuated grin plastered all over her face. Good thing it was dark.
“I’m not in the habit of making comparisons, but that was the best head I’ve ever had.”
“It
was
pretty good, wasn’t it?”
Mason’s laugh bounced off the brick walls. “Try fucking amazing.” He laid a long, deep kiss on her lips, one that made her shivery all over again. “Let’s get out of here.”
“You keep saying that.”
He released her briefly while he got everything properly tucked away, then took hold of her hand. “The next stop will be a lot more comfortable.”
After checking the street for onlookers, Mason led Andie out of the alley. Half a dozen or so people sat out on the patio of a nearby café. None of them so much as glanced in their direction. Hard to believe nobody’d heard them, because they’d sure made plenty of noise. In hindsight, it’d been a pretty selfish move, though she’d clearly been on board from the get go. Still.
“Hey, hold up a sec.” He stopped under the first streetlight. He needed to look at her, take in every little detail. He’d messed her silky, smooth hair with his greedy hands. Her lips were red and swollen from kissing and sucking him off. Her knees were either bruised or dirty. Maybe both. All proof of his intensity and her eagerness. Damn, he had to get her to a bed, fast.
She shifted foot to foot. Tried to rearrange her hair one-handed. “I bet I’m a mess.”
“A little sexed-up looking, but beautiful.”
Her body relaxed and she smiled. Even blushed a little. She obviously had doubts about her appearance, and that was total bullshit. She was a fucking goddess. If anyone had told her otherwise, they were blind and stupid, and lucky for him, they were history. He had no intention of joining them.
“Where would you like to go, babe?” He pulled her close and kissed her nose. She put her arms around his neck and it felt—right. Right enough to take her to his place, maybe for the night. “My house, yours, the back of my truck under the open sky…”
“Your place, but in my car.”
Planning ahead for her getaway, he could respect that. “Lead the way.”
They walked, arms wrapped around each other, until they returned to the Museum Square. Andie slowed and hit the crosswalk button. Ah, shit. Downtown parking was scarce, especially on weekends. Friday nights were the worst. She must’ve parked behind one of the north side businesses rather than in one of the public lots to the south. If they crossed here, they’d walk past The Lazy Fly, the pub sponsoring his ball team. At this hour all the guys would be hanging around the front patio. Worse, they’d be half in the bag—at least—and lacking filters. They’d have a heyday with the fact that he bailed on guy time and got caught out on a date. Then there was Evan, who’d been an utter jackhole when completely sober. He wasn’t getting a crack at Andie close up and while intoxicated.
Traffic stopped for the flashing lights. “Why don’t we cross at the next light,” Mason said, guiding her from the curb. “This side has some nice stores, we can window shop along the way.”
“But I’m parked right over there, behind the jewelry store.” She cocked her eyebrow at him. “I’m not really in the mood to shop, window or otherwise. And I love shopping, for the record.”
The jewelry store was adjacent to the pub. He looked past Andie’s sexy-cute face, scanning the patio. Yup, there they were, five of them, at least. So he’d tell her the truth. No big deal. She’d understand. Women knew better than anyone that men could be idiots.