Gypsy king

With a fast swoop, I picked Bryce up, one arm under her ass to support her as my other one dove into that soft dark hair, her legs wrapping around me again. I used my grip to tilt her head, then fused my mouth with hers, kissing her senseless as I walked us to the other wall.

The pressure in my cock made walking uncomfortable, especially when she ground her center closer. I finally reached the control panel and punched the red button to shut the door. The outside light faded, leaving only us and the florescent bars beaming overhead.

Bryce reached between us, her hand sliding down the bare skin of my stomach until it reached the waistband of my jeans. With a flick of her fingers, the button came undone. The zipper followed. Then she dove inside my boxers, fisting my shaft as I groaned down her throat.

“Fuck.” I tore my mouth away, searching for a place to put her. My eyes landed on a tool bench. Two long strides and I set her down, shoving and pushing away the tools I hadn’t put away.

Bryce’s frantic movements matched my own as she reached behind her and unclasped her bra. “Hurry.”

“Condom.” I dug into my back pocket for my wallet and fished out a condom.

Shifting her weight on the bench, Bryce struggled to get out of her jeans. They were too tight, goddamn it. I’d appreciated that when she’d walked into the garage earlier. But now?

“Christ.” I picked her up by the armpits, her breasts bouncing as I set her down. Then I dropped to my knees, pulling the black denim and panties off her toned legs so fast that she had to steady herself on my shoulders. The sandals on her feet clattered to the floor.

I couldn’t resist. Her bare pussy was right there and I leaned in, dragging my tongue through her folds.

“Oh my God,” she gasped, nearly collapsing on me.

I gri

My boots and jeans were gone in a flash, the condom rolled onto my pulsing cock. Then I had Bryce up in my arms. This time, I spun us for the wall, her spine colliding with the cool concrete at the same time I lined up with her center and thrust deep.

“Ahh,” she cried, the sound of surprise and pleasure echoing off the walls.

I buried my face in her neck, sucking in a breath so I wouldn’t embarrass myself and come after just one stroke. “Goddamn, you feel good.”

She moaned, her head lolling to the side. Just the slightest tilt of her hips told me she wanted more.

I slid out, slowly, then pistoned forward again, earning myself a hitched breath and whole-body shudder. “Good?”

“Uh-huh.” She nodded. “Harder.”

“Fucking right, harder.” I obeyed, setting a steady rhythm. The sound of her tiny moans, the feel of her wet heat, the way she moved with me, thrust after thrust. The air around us was electric. The need to get more, be deeper, sent me into a blind animal state. Fucking this woman is incredible.

We grappled, hands going everywhere trying to feel it all. We kissed, hard, bruising licks that didn’t satisfy the craving. We rebounded from surface to surface, abandoning the wall when it wasn’t enough. Discarding the tool bench when it wasn’t enough. Until we ended up on the Mustang again, both of our bodies glistening with sweat and steam condensing on the hood beneath us.

“Dash.” She writhed as I laced my fingers with hers, holding them flush to the red metal. “I’m—”

“Come, Bryce.”

She came so hard I saw the white spots in her vision. As she pulsed and squeezed my cock like an iron fist, I let loose, pouring inside her and groaning to the ceiling.

Limp and wrung out, I collapsed onto the car next to Bryce, my heart thundering behind my ribs. “That was . . . fuuuuck.”

There weren’t words. Sex like that shouldn’t exist because now I wanted it every day. Bryce was more addictive than any drug on the planet.

We heaved, coming back to reality, until our bodies cooled with the unspoken tension.

We’d fucked. Hard. We’d exposed ourselves, bringing along a weakness neither of us could afford.

“Oh my God.” Bryce shot off the car like a lightning bolt. I propped up on an elbow, my legs dangling to the floor. I’d never seen a woman dress so fast.

Damn if that didn’t bruise my ego.

“Thanks. I needed that.” I regretted the words instantly.

Bryce’s arms stilled as she zipped up her jeans. The look she shot me had the power to kill, but she schooled the fury quickly and slid on her sandals.

Maybe she should hate me. Maybe I should drive her away. It was probably better that way. So I might as well make it stick.

I flopped back on the car, tossing an arm over my forehead to hide most of my face. “Side door leads to the parking lot. Do me a favor. Flip the lock on your way out.”