She kisses me back with that same need I’ve been trying to silence in myself for days—the kind that doesn’t ask for permission or promise forever.
Her hoodie bunches beneath my hands as I slide them up and under, catching the soft curve of her breasts. I cup them, lifting her slightly onto her toes.
I press my hips forward, letting her feel the full weight of my arousal against her core as I lift her, guiding her legs around my waist.
Her breath catches. Her lips part.
“You feel that?” I murmur against her cheek. “That’s all you. That’s what you do to me.”
She nods, helpless. Her eyes are wide, pupils blown, lashes fluttering.
Her head falls back against the wall with a soft gasp, and I take the opportunity to kiss down her neck, licking the line of her throat as my thumbs sweep over her nipples through lace.
She jerks. Not to escape. Just tofeelmore.
“You’re exquisite,” I murmur, dragging the zip down her top just enough to expose her.
Her breasts are big, perky, and exquisitely round—framed in delicate white lace that looks so soft and innocent it only makes the sight more obscene.
With one hand braced against the wall beside her head, I slip the other hand into the cup of her bra and gently lift one full, perfect breast free. The lace snags slightly against my knuckles as I lift her flesh, the warm weight filling my palm like it was made for it, begging to be tasted, claimed, worshipped.
“From the first moment we met in the garage, I wanted this,” I growl, thumb brushing her pebbled nipple. “Wanted to taste you. Wanted to see if you'd moan the way I imagined—ruined and sweet and completely mine.”
Her eyes meet mine, wide and dark. She swallows hard and gives the faintest unconscious nod.
I dip my head and take her nipple into my mouth, sucking gently, then harder, coaxing a sharp, desperate gasp from her lips.
June's body arches into me, thighs squeezing around my waist, fingers clawing at my shoulders. I flick my tongue over the peak, then suck again, slow and deep, as she writhes between me and the wall.
Her breath comes in ragged pants, one hand fisting in my hair while the other clutches my bicep, like she needs to hold on or she might fall through the floor.
The sound she makes—the soft whimpering—goes straight to my cock. I groan into her skin, licking her again, then dragging my teeth gently over the sensitive tip until her whole body shudders against me.
“Noah—”
I groan against her breast at her mention of my name. Licking and sucking as her thighs keep tightening around me.
“You’re not running now,” I whisper, dragging my mouth up her chest, kissing the line of her jaw. “Because you don’t want to. Do you, June?”
She shakes her head. Whispers, “No. I was trying not to want this.”
I shift her weight just enough, my hand sliding higher to her other breast—the one still caged in lace. I bite gently through the fabric, just enough pressure to make her jolt. She gasps, sharp and shaky, her fingers tightening in my hair.
Her hips rock against me, needy and instinctive, and I feel the slick heat of her through the thin barrier between us. I suck and bite again, dragging my tongue over the nipple beneath the bra, feeling it pebble hard against the pressure.
She makes a desperate noise—almost a sob—and I groan into her, loving the way she falls apart with nowhere left to run.
Her body presses against mine, soft and insistent, making it impossible for me to think straight. Her core pulsing against me with every grind of her hips.
My cock twitches hard beneath her, desperate for friction, desperate to slide inside and feel that velvet heat clench around me.
I want to rip the rest of her clothes off, hoist her higher, and take her right here—fast, hard, deep—but I hold back. Just barely.
Because I want her to fall apart wanting it first. I want her begging for it with her whole body, shaking and slick and gasping my name like a prayer.
And just as I slide my hand between us, fingers skimming the waistband of her jeans, her thighs twitch around me, instinctively tightening, like her body’s already begging me to take her.
My cock throbs so hard I see stars for a second, and all I can think about is how tight she’ll feel wrapped around me, how wet she already is just from this.