He was pushing a finger inside her again, lining up his hips between hers, his cock pressed against her belly, when suddenly he halted, body going still.
“What? What’s wrong?” She wiped her hair from her eyes with her free hand. Her skin was damp with sweat.
He let his forehead fall against the wall at the side of her shoulder before letting out the words. “No condom.”
“Shit.” She released her grip, and he backed up, letting the hem of her dress fall. He tucked himself into his pants with a grimace. A gust of cool wind swirled between them.
She could still smell his skin and the scent of his cologne from his jacket. A puff of laughter left her lips. His hair was disheveled and a faded smear of her lipstick stained his mouth.
With her thumb, she reached up to wipe at the skin above his lips. “You have lipstick all over you.” Unable to contain her rueful smile, she swept the errant hair at his forehead she’d noticed earlier, smoothing it off his face.
He smiled, clearly liking the touch. He wiped at his mouth with the back of his hand.
“Better?” he asked.
“Good enough.” She laughed, but then sucked her teeth, letting out a sigh. “People will wonder where we are. We should head in.”
He nodded, his face going serious. “Okay.”
She knelt to grab her clutch. She’d have to fix her lipstick again too. The constant applying and reapplying was a full-time job.
“Talk more later?” she asked in a hopeful tone.
“Definitely.”
She liked the way he said definitely as if they were a sure thing to him. As if he had no doubts in the world. A small smile remained on her lips as she wrestled with the clutch, fishing for the pocket mirror and lipstick Lucille had placed inside. In her clumsy post-orgasm state, the small silver bag slipped from her cold hands with a soft thud to the ground.
The contents splayed between their feet.
Their eyes rose to meet each other. They spotted it at the same time.
There it lay next to Perdie’s lipstick and lip gloss, pocket mirror and credit card like a Christmas present under a tree: the shiny blue square wrapper of one single condom.
Lucille had slipped it in, bless her.
Perdie’s lips parted. Carter’s gaze smoldered.
“Against the wall,” he ordered.
Chapter Eighteen
For once in her goddamned life, Perdita Stone did as she was fucking told. Her feet tracked backwards, one unsteady scrape at a time, until her back hit the chilled brick wall. She kept her eyes on Carter. Darkness glimmered, as he knelt to pick up the condom, tucked it into his pocket, and stalked over.
His arms came to either side of her shoulders, caging her. She helplessly arched towards him, and when his mouth dropped to hers in a wet, hot kiss, a hum vibrated in her throat. The hum expanded into a moan as his tongue licked against hers. Carter was the only man who could kiss her until her whole body felt soft and lax. She needed him to hold her upright or she would melt right into the ground.
As if by command, his hand traveled up the back of her dress, squeezed her ass and then yanked her thigh up around his waist, garnering a yelp.
His mouth went to her neck, tongue sliding around the taut skin in a messy figure eight. Her head rolled, eyelashes fluttered. “Jesus, you’re good at this...”
“Wish I could get this off you.” He breathed into her neck, giving the neckline of her dress a futile tug. Her breasts strained against the material, feeling heavy. Her nipples ached.
“I wish you could too...”
“Your tits are like one of the Seven Wonders of the World,” he said, his hand rubbing hard, his mouth dipping down to tongue the beginning line of her cleavage. She would laugh at how cheesy he was if she wasn’t so completely ruined. But then her pulse went wild as he continued. “I want to grab them, lick them, fuck them, come on them...”
“Jesus Christ...”
Then his mouth returned to hers. “But you asked for a fuck against a brick wall, and I’d be hard-pressed to turn you down so that’s what you’re going to get. But only this one time.”
“Yes...yes...” Her hips undulated at his voice.
“Next time I take it as slow as I want. Strip off every piece of clothing on this body of yours and spend hours with my mouth all over every inch.”
She let out another yelp as he yanked her even closer. Her breath stopped as he rubbed his clothed erection against her bare pussy, the protrusion stroking right on her clit, his hips rocking against hers in an obscene fashion. Both their eyes fixated on the juncture between them where their bodies met, hypnotized at the sight. It was a carnal thing to do, absolutely indecent. Perdie should be embarrassed, or mortified or shocked. But she wasn’t. Painful want coursed through her. And he was awfully clean-cut for such a filthy, fucking, dirty, wicked scoundrel.
His voice strained when he spoke. “I can tell by how wet you are that you like that, baby. But I’m going to come in my pants if we don’t get this show on the road...” He slipped the condom out of his pocket and tore the shiny plastic open with his teeth. Then with one hand, he unzipped his pants, tugged on his cock until it sprang out, so close to her own bare pussy...
“You want this inside you?” His breath was ragged.
“So much.”
“Say please, Bad Girl. Beg for my cock.”
“Please...” Her words were nothing more than a whimper. She would’ve said anything in that moment. Her compliance was rewarded with a hard thrust as he pushed into her. She moaned. He was big, but lord knew she was ready for it. Then he stilled, buried to the hilt, the two of them catching their breaths.
“Move...please move...”
He leaned in to kiss her, hard and soft at once while he began to thrust in earnest. “Beg for it, baby,” he murmured against her mouth. He kissed her again.
