Page 20 of Hurts So Good
I glance at the window past him. “We won’t be able to live a normal life if we stay here. I want to go somewhere we can be free.”
He hums in agreement.
“Is there a way?” I ask.
“Maybe.” I can almost see the wheels in Ty’s head turn.
He used to wear the same expression on his face when we were teenagers; a far distant look in his eyes as he contemplates the best way to answer me or a solution to the problem. Like he said before, he hates to disappoint me. It’s been that way since we were younger. The consistency he gives me is reassuring. I cuddle back into him.
We’ve waited so long to be together that Ty won’t let anything get between us again, and he’ll do anything to make me happy.
I silently promise to do the same thing for him.
It takes some coercion, but Ty finally agrees to go out with me for a late dinner. Being cooped up in the house for the last two days has me antsy.
He holds my hand as we walk toward a dive bar in the middle of nowhere that I found online. I wanted to pick somewhere no one would know me. Running into someone familiar would raise a lot of questions about our relationship and why he’s wearing a mask that I don’t want to be bothered with. It’s less stressful this way.
While this neighborhood is seedy at best, I’m not afraid because Ty is with me. He will keep us safe. I peer down the alleyway beside the bar. My footsteps halt. Wetness pools between my thighs remembering my encounter with Ty in a similar spot. The feelings of desire he’d awakened inside me as he pressed me against the wall and whispered in my ear, it’s unforgettable.
“What?” Ty asks stopping beside me.
I shake my head and look down to hide my face so he won’t see my flushed cheeks.
“No, what?” he presses.
He’s not going to let this go. He stalked me for years; his persistence knows no bounds. He’ll make me stand here until I answer him.
With a sigh, I admit, “I was thinking about the last time we were in an alleyway and how much I wanted you to fuck me.”
He doesn’t respond. I chance a glance at him, but his facial features are hidden behind his mask.
Does he think I’m crazy for having such a fantasy?
Ty marches into the alley with me in tow. I gasp, stumbling to keep up.
Unafraid, but surprised, I ask, “What…what are you doing?”
“Playing with my new toy.” He stops in the shadows and presses me against the wall, much like he did last time.
My heart races. Ty removes his mask and hands it to me. Keeping his blue-eyed gaze on me, he kneels, grips my thigh, and rests it on his shoulder. His hands skim up my bare skin, pushing the hem of my skirt to my waist.
I glance around, worried we’ll be seen, but at the same time thrilled by the chance of it. The sound of my panties ripping echoes around us. Cool air hits my pussy moments before his warm breath. A shiver courses up my spine. Gripping my ass to keep me steady, he licks my clit. My fingers clench the mask tighter. I try to be mindful that it’s plastic, concentrating on not breaking it, but when he sucks my clit into his mouth all thoughts leave my mind.
Leaning my head back onto the brick wall and closing my eyes, I let my spare hand grip his hair, pulling him closer. He nips, sucks, and tongues my pussy like a starving man. I force myself to stay quiet, biting my lip, as my orgasm rolls through me.
I’ve barely recovered before Ty’s back to standing in front of me and turning me around. I drop the mask, bracing myself with my hands on the wall. He wastes no time unbuttoning his pants and positioning his cock at my entrance. I spread my legs and stick out my ass, more than ready for him. He slams into me; I cry out, no longer able to contain it. He feels so good and fills me perfectly.
He reaches around to finger my clit as he pounds in and out of my pussy. His other hand grips my hair, yanking my head back.
“You taste so sweet,” he growls into my ear. “Such a dirty girl, letting me fuck you in this alley where anyone could walk up on us. You were made for me, Lakelynn.”
“Yes,” I gasp between breaths. “Always yours.”
“That’s my good girl.” He claims my mouth, his tongue delving between my lips with such voracity, I can scarcely breathe.
His movements never cease or slow down. If anything, they seem to quicken. I reach back to cup his neck, kissing him with as much desire as he’s showing me. As my second orgasm approaches, I end our liplock to stare into his eyes. He doesn’t look away, watching me as I come apart in his arms.
“Come inside me,” I beg.