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against
his leg. He was kissing me properly, a participant now and not a
witness, sucking on my tongue, chasing after it into my mouth (I
couldn’t help a smile – no doubt he was tasting chocolate), making
me go weak at the knees with the expert way he used his lips and
tongue.
    Still, there was something missing.
Addled with lust, I couldn’t think of what it was, knowing only
that there needed to be something more – something that wasn’t
necessarily me yanking my shorts down and riding his cock, though
that was a welcome idea – until Nick’s fingers slid ever so
slightly down my jacket sleeve. Then I realized: he was keeping his
hands to himself, one chastely on my arm and the other held out
stiffly to his side, like one last vestige of propriety. I laughed,
drew my lips up his jawline, enjoying the roughness of end-of-day
stubble, until I brought my mouth to his ear.
    “C’mon, use your hands,” I breathed,
liking how he shuddered at my words. I flicked at his earlobe with
the tip of my tongue, and that elicited a soft moan. “You can
touch.”
    It was as if he’d just
been waiting for my permission. Nick spread his fingers over my
ribs under my jacket, slid them around my waist to the small of my
back, then going lower so that he could ghost them over the curve
of my ass. His touch was warm, exhilarating, especially when he
cupped my breasts through my top, slowly, almost reverently, rather
as though he’d been saving them for last. Then he squeezed , thumbs
pressing against my nipples, and I had to bury my face against his
neck to muffle a groan. Though maybe I shouldn’t have bothered: the
sound Nick made at the back of his throat was loud enough for the
two of us.
    I glanced at the door. I didn’t think
they could be heard inside the noisy pub, but if someone came out –
one of the waitresses on a cigarette break, someone taking out the
trash – there was no way we wouldn’t be seen. Nick probably felt
how my attention had slipped from him, because he turned his head
to see what I was looking at. I felt the movement of his throat and
chin, felt the rumble of his voice in his chest when he asked, “Is
this wise?”
    I licked a broad swathe from his
collar to his jaw. “No,” I panted, forming the words against his
skin. “But doesn’t that make it more fun?”
    He was about to answer, but I rolled
my spine, trapping his cock between them once more. His right hand
dropped to my waist to pull me even closer.
    “You could taste, you know,” I
murmured as Nick’s hips stuttered forward in sharp, abbreviated
thrusts. I put my hand over the one he still had on my breast. “You
could pull down my top – yeah, right here – put your mouth on my
tits—“
    “Oh God ,” Nick groaned, his head going
back so fast that it hit the wall with a dull thud.
    “Or under my shirt, at
least.”I was beyond amused that I was having to talk a man into
groping me – especially one who I’d already slept with – and I was
enjoying it far more than when they tried to talk me into it.
“Go on .”
    Slowly, Nick slipped a
large hand beneath my tank top, and I felt myself grow even wetter
at the touch of skin on skin. He spread his fingers
( slightly callused, maybe from working
out, maybe from some sort of hobby ) over
the smooth firmness of my stomach, inching them upwards until their
tips just brushed the curve of my breast. Our eyes met, and I gave
him a small nod – yes, you can – and, oh, his hands were lovely. He sought my
mouth again as he rolled a nipple between finger and thumb like a
fucking expert, making me gasp and arch into his touch so that I
hardly noticed when he flipped us over, pinning me to the wall in
turn.
    He put both hands on my
waist to lift me up – just by a bit, there wasn’t much of a height
difference with my heels on – so that we were positioned crotch to
crotch, with me held up by the wall and Luke’s hand just below my
buttocks. We were barely kissing now: it was more