Out of Bounds (The Summer Games #2)(70)

Every movement she made brought her ass in contact with my cock, and I had to resist a groan every single time.

“No…he doesn’t turn me on,” she said, backtracking. “He’s never even touched me.”

I smiled into her hair. “He doesn’t know what you like then, does he?”

I thought of the night she’d stripped for me in the backyard, knowing full well her team could have been watching through the darkness.

I walked us toward the dark alley wall.

“He doesn’t know that it drives you wild to be touched in public—where someone could walk by and see you…”

I spun her around and lifted her up. She wrapped her legs around my hips without a single protest. Such a good little doll. With her back pressed against the wall, I gripped her neck in my hand and leaned in, brushing my lips against hers softly. Once. Twice. Three times. Then I crashed my mouth against hers as she moaned against me. My tongue swept past her lips and she tilted her head, kissing me back with a vengeance. She tasted so f*cking sweet.

I jerked back.

“You like the feeling of danger. You want to be taken against an alley wall more than you want me to take you back to my condo right now.”

Her eyes narrowed. “You don’t know what I want. You’re too preoccupied with ignoring me.” She was fighting me with her words, but she was rolling her hips against me. Even as she continued to push me away, she was getting herself off.

“I beg to differ. This is a thousand-dollar suit you’re rubbing your * against right now.”

She didn’t even blush. She leaned forward and bit my lip, hard. “You can afford the dry cleaning, *.”

I growled and slammed her back against the wall, sick of the bullshit.

Her hands gripped fistfuls of my hair, tugging on the strands until it hurt.

“Tell me to stop or I’m going to f*ck you right here,” I said, pulling her dress aside to expose her breasts. They were perky and small, so tantalizing I couldn’t help but lower my head and swirl my tongue across them. I took one nipple into my mouth and then the other, palming them hard.

“Erik,” she gasped.

I pulled back and tilted her chin with my finger, staring into her eyes. “Tell me to stop.”

She smirked and dragged her hand down the front of my chest. When she hit my belt, she used both hands to pull it open and then she unbuttoned the front of my pants. I sucked in a sharp inhale as her small palm gripped me. I leaned forward, caging her against the wall with my head.

“Stop,” she said, amusement in her voice as she stroked my length. I was so hard in her palm. Up, down. Up, down. Her touch was soft but erotic, and I could have easily come in her hand.

“Stop,” she said again, teasing as she reached up to grip my neck. With her other hand, she continued to jack me off.

“Brie, this isn’t a game,” I said, turning and pressing my lips to the side of her neck. If she really wanted to stop, she needed to say so.

She laughed and the sound was dark and sinister. “Fuck you. This is a game and you don’t get to make the rules.”

Her words ripped through me, stealing the rest of my patience. I pulled a condom out of my back pocket, tore it open with my mouth, and then Brie reached out to help me guide it on. She was greedy, hungry for me to sink inside her. By the time I had myself positioned at her *, she was begging for it, rolling and tipping her hips so I’d have easier access to her.

“I want to feel you,” she cried, withering against me.

“Remember when you teased me by the hot tub?” I asked, rubbing my cock back and forth against her wetness. “When you stripped for me like a little brat?”

She swallowed and locked her eyes with mine, slowly nodding.

“You thought you had the upper hand then,” I said, slipping the very first inch inside her. Fuck. She moaned against me and I pushed in another inch, stretching her tight flesh. I cradled her neck in my hand, holding her weight against the wall as I pushed her down onto me. “You were wrong.”

I shoved the rest of the way inside her with a quick thrust, burying myself to the hilt. Her eyes pinched closed and her arms gripped my biceps. I stilled there, aware of how tight she was around me. She was a small girl and I didn’t want to hurt her—much.

I reached down to slide my thumb across her clit, to bring her awareness away from my size. I swirled my thumb there slowly, coaxing her pleasure to the surface, and then her eyes peeled open and she leaned forward, crashing her lips against mine.

“Fuck,” I groaned as she started sliding herself up and down, riding me. “You feel so f*cking good.”

“Keep doing that,” she begged. “Please…I’m so close.”

I smiled against her mouth. “Of course you are.”

She scraped her nails across my neck and I hissed, pumping into her harder than before. She liked it. She threw her head back, narrowly missing the concrete. I put my hand there to cushion her head as she let her eyes flutter closed.

“Erik…I’m…”

I continued thrusting into her, feeling my release building more and more. I’d wanted this for so long. We’d been circling around one another, playing games and waging war, but this was what we’d wanted, this more than anything else. When her * clenched around me, I nearly lost it, but I was too consumed with her, too busy watching her lips part and a flush coat her skin from her navel to nose. God, she was the sexiest thing I’d ever seen.