Catching Lilah’s arm as she exits the bathroom, I spin her around, ignoring the flurry of sputtering protests and steer her further down the hallway. Glancing over my shoulder, I don’t see anyone watching.

“What are you doing?” she whispers harshly as I pull her into a storage room. My gaze lands on the multiple shelves lining one wall stocked with various kinds of liquor. The door closes behind us with a dull thud and my mouth crashes into hers, hungrily devouring every inch of the dark recess. I’ve been watching her for the past hour and I can’t wait any longer to have her. Ragged pants and moans resonate around the small space as we grind our bodies together. “I fucking crave your pussy,” I growl into her mouth as my hands impatiently shove her dress up over her curvy hips. Drawing back, my eyes greedily drink in the sight of her before I grip the lacy edge of her red panties. Peeling them down her endless legs, I shove them into the pocket of my tux jacket.

Her hands move between us confidently working my belt free, fingers deftly opening the button. I bite into my lip stifling a groan when the metal teeth grind as she tugs the zipper down. Pulling on the waist of my pants and boxer briefs, she drags them over my pulsing cock and down my hips. Leisurely her fingertips glide along the rigid length and I hiss between my teeth. When she wraps her warm palm around me I groan and tug her hand free.

“I need to be inside you right now.”

“Yes,” she gasps. My hands grip her hips, spinning her around. “Hold onto the table,” I order, pressing the heel of my palm to her back, urging her forward. “This is going to be hard and fast.” I cup both her round cheeks as my dick presses against them. Guiding myself to her entrance, I slide slowly inside - inch by agonizing inch. Once I’m buried to the hilt I groan from the excruciatingly tight heat. My thumb slips in between the crease of her cheeks to circle her tight hole. “Today it’s your pussy, but soon it’ll be this ass. It’s begging for my cock.” I tug on her ponytail. “Did you hear me?”

“Yes, it’s yours.”

Wrapping her hair around my hand, I pull her head back as I start to move my hips. “Did you wear your hair like this for me? Were you imagining me pulling on it?” I forcefully slam inside her pussy.

“Mm... yes... I was.”

Tightening my one-handed hold on her hip, I pull her back on my cock as I thrust forward. The staccato beat of our bodies connecting urges me on. Releasing her hair, I slide my hand between her legs to circle her clit with the pad of my finger. Keeping up the motion, I repeatedly drive my cock into her pussy. She moans, fingers clawing at the edge of the table as her legs quiver with the first tremors of her orgasm.

“Oh fuck,” I groan. The feeling of her pussy squeezing me like a vise as she comes is something I’ll never get used to and it drives me over the edge. My hips jerk violently as I release inside her with a shout. Collapsing on her back, I fight to slow my breathing down. My palms glide over her hips and thighs soothing the areas my fingers dug into. This woman has me in a tailspin. I’m so fucking head over heels I don’t know which side is up or down.

I press a kiss to the side of her neck and pivot her to face me. She stares up at me with sparkling green eyes and her cheeks are flushed a vibrant pink. I smile. Freshly fucked looks good on her. Caressing her cheek with the back of my fingers, I brush a kiss over her lips. “To be continued later?” I inquire. She nods and we both focus on tidying up. “You slip out first, so no one sees us together. Although, it would be so much simpler to get it over now and be done with it.”

“I know. I know. Thank you for putting up with me and my rules.”

“You’re hot so it makes it worthwhile,” I jest.

She whacks my chest with the back of her hand. “Be nice.”

“I just said you’re hot. What’s not nice about that?” I chuckle at her mock look of outrage and then pull her into my arms for a hug. Placing a kiss on the top of her head, I step back. “You better get going before someone misses you.”

“No one is going to miss me,” she scoffs.

“I do, already.”

* * *

After spending all Friday night and Saturday at Lilah’s house, I talked her into coming back to my place. I wasn’t ready to be apart from her. We cooked dinner together and watched more episodes of Keeping Up with the Kardashians before heading to bed.

“Thank you for spending the weekend with me.” I pull her closer while she lies on my chest.

“Thanks for having me. Aren’t you sick of me yet?” Her fingers draw patterns on my ribs, tracing over the skull and gun tattoo.

I chuckle. “No, I’m not sick of you. That’s never going to happen. If that’s your plan you should probably work out a new one. It’s sure to be a big failure.”

“How can you be so sure?”

“I’m crazy about you. I fall for you more each day.”

“Why?”

“Are you asking me why I’m falling for you?”

“Yeah, it doesn’t add up. Why would you want to be with me when I’ve made you wait so long and I run so hot and cold?

“I’d give anything up to be with you, Lilah. I don’t think you understand what I mean when I say I’m falling for you. My feelings for you grow deeper every day. I’m falling in love with you. And it feels pretty fucking amazing.”

“You are?” she whispers.

“I am.”

“I’m falling in love with you too, Jesse. But it feels pretty fucking scary so be gentle with me.”

“I got you, baby.”

* * *

Walking down the city sidewalk holding Lilah’s hand without having to worry about being seen feels amazing. She made me throw on a ball cap and some aviators as a disguise just to be safe and if it gives her peace of mind then I’m all for it. I want her to relax and enjoy the time we have. With our busy schedules we won’t have many opportunities to spend an entire weekend together like this.

Wrapping my arm around her shoulders, I pull her closer to my side. She looks adorable with her hair twisted up on the top of her head and large purple framed sunglasses covering a substantial portion of her small face.

“It’s gorgeous today. It’s so nice to be outside,” she says, painting over her lips with Chapstick. The fruity scent wafts up to me and I catch her hand, raising it to my mouth. “You want some?” she arches a brow.

“Yep, lay it on me. I want to have the taste of you on my lips.” I wiggle my eyebrows, lecherously.

She giggles. “Okay stop for a sec. You’re too tall for me to do this while we’re moving.” Balancing on her toes, my hands go to her hips, holding her steady. She stretches her arm up to paint the clear Chapstick on my lips. Rolling them together, I lower my head and press my mouth to hers for a brief kiss, but that’s all it takes before Jesse Jr. is ready to play. I clear my throat and adjust my dick. “We better get moving before I drag you into an alley and have my way with you.” I catch her hand and we begin to move down the dirt littered sidewalk.

“It doesn’t take much to get you going.”

“Baby, all I have to do is breathe the same air as you and I’m halfway there. My dick is constantly in a semi hard state these days and has been for the past few weeks. It’s all your fault.”

“My fault? I’m not doing anything.”

I direct her to the inside edge of the sidewalk, away from the cars and other pedestrians. Stepping in front of her, I cup her shoulders.

“You’re being you - your gorgeous, sexy self and I want you twenty-four-seven. I want you in my house... in my bed,” I nuzzle my nose along the side of hers and palm her cheeks. Eyes locking with hers, I continue, “and most importantly in my life.”

“Jesse,” she whispers.

“Wait. Please let me finish. I want you to be mine and only mine. No seeing other people or sleeping with anyone else.”

“Are you going to do the same?”

“Of course. I don’t want anyone but you. I haven’t for a long time. You just weren’t aware, and I didn’t make a move.”

“Okay,” she smiles.

“You’ll be my woman?” I beat on my chest like a caveman.

She snorts. “As long as you don’t do that I will.”

“Deal.” I flash her my most wide, cheese filled television promo smile.

“Or that.”

Barking out a laugh, I wrap my arms around her and blow a raspberry on her neck making her laugh. “You’re a demanding woman.”

“I am. Can you handle me?”

“I welcome the challenge.”