Page 12 of Love in Mission City: The Shorts

And that revved my engine more than anything else.I didn’t even want to contemplate how long it’d been.

So when he snagged my neck and yanked me toward him, I fell metaphorically into the kiss.Our mouths clashed as we each fought for dominance.

He thrust his tongue into my mouth as he yanked on my hair.

And, as predicted, my cock hardened.In turn, I grabbed his ass and dragged him against me.

The kiss went on and on.Exploring and teasing one moment, fierce and passionate the next.Time spun out as need ratcheted up within me.I’d never wanted anyone more in my life than I wanted this man.

Right here.

Right now.

I pulled back and my head hit the wall.Not hard, thank God.Not that it would’ve stopped me.Nope, nothing was going to halt this…whatever this way.“I want you to fuck me.”

His eyes blazed.“Yes.So much that.”He winced.“I don’t have a condom.”

I yanked my wallet out of my back pocket and held out a condom and lube.

He arched a brow.

“Well, I like to be prepared.”I wasn’t going to tell him how long it’d been.Both packets were starting to show some wear, and I honestly couldn’t remember the last hookup.Hell, in this moment of haze and passion, I couldn’t pull forth the memory of the last guy.

He cupped my chin and drew me down for another long, drugging kiss.“Strip.”

I quickly surveyed my clothes.

“Just the jeans…it’ll be hotter that way.”

And awkward, but I was game.Whatever got him inside me the fastest was high on my list.I unzipped my jeans, yanked them and my underwear down to my knees, and palmed my cock.

His eyes grew impossibly wide.

I slid my thumb across my slit, capturing a drop of precum.Deliberately and slowly, I raised it to my mouth and sucked.

He palmed his dick through his khaki pants.

“Make it good.”With that, I turned my back to him.

He growled this time.

Such a fucking sexy sound.I placed my hands against the wall and stuck out my ass.My cock ached, and I hoped he wouldn’t make me wait long.

Within moments, the whisper of a zipper lowering.

His fingers touching my nape startled me, even though I expected them.He skittered them down my back and lower still.He grabbed my ass and squeezed.Then he leaned against me, and his button-down shirt brushed my skin.“I want to fuck you senseless, but I also need to prep you.I don’t know if we have enough lube.”

We had plenty of lube, but his words made me wonder if he’d ever hooked up like this, or if his sexual escapades had all been restricted to a bedroom with a bottle of lube at hand.

“Don’t prep me, just fuck me.”I loved the burn and reveled in the carnality.I needed him to get a move on, and whatever words it took, I’d happily offer them up.

To my shock, he kissed my neck.

“Okay.”

The word was an affirmative, but the hesitation was noticeable.I wanted to reassure him.To tell him this was always my preference.That my round of bed partners always knew the score, and that’s why I chose them.If this guy offered me tenderness, I wasn’t sure what I’d do.Possibly lose my boner.

Possibly enjoy myself.

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