What the fuck was wrong with her?
Moving to the back of the club, she found the emergency door and slammed on it, letting herself out and into the cool night. The alleyway was dark but for a single light, nearby the trash cans.
“Raven,” he said.
Carlos had followed her out. Of course he had. It was a good thing he had as well.
“Go back inside,” Raven said. It wasn’t what she wanted him to do because if he wasn’t close, she wasn’t protecting him. She had to keep him safe but at the cost of her own sanity.
She had rested her hands on her knees and took several deep gulps of air, trying to bring some focus and sense back to her body.
Nothing worked. Nothing.
She hated this feeling so damn much. Couldn’t stand it.
“It was a kiss,” he said.
Spinning around, she glared at him. “Shut up.”
“Or is the fact you’re wanting more from me what’s bothering you?” He took a step toward her.
Raven was no coward. She never took a step back, not for anyone, not … ever again. Arms folded, she glared at him. “What is with you and that ego of yours?”
He smirked. “I don’t have an ego, baby, but trust me, I know exactly what you want.”
“You have no idea what I want.”
Carlos was right in front of her. He cupped her face, tilting her head back, and even that felt good.
His thumb grazed across her bottom lip. “You think I don’t know how to read you by now? Your skin is flushed. Your nipples are rock-hard, and I bet if I touch your pussy, you’d be soaking wet for me. You want me, Raven. You want me to fuck you, to drive my dick so deep inside you that you can scream out your release because it’s going to feel so fucking good.”
“You’re dreaming.”
Raven didn’t expect him to grab her arms and thrust her so that her back was flush to the wall. She wasn’t hurt as Carlos surrounded her. His palm went to her thigh, gripping the flesh. Even that felt so good, better than she had ever believed possible.
“Tell me to stop, Raven. Say the word and I’ll stop.”
She pressed her lips together, refusing to say a single word. Why should she? The fingers at her thigh slid up, traveling toward her pussy, and when he was near, she was going to tell him to stop.
Only, she didn’t.
A whimper of pleasure escaped her lips as his palm cupped her pussy. He pushed the fabric of her panties out of the way, and then a single finger slid between her slit, finding her soaking wet.
“Oh, fuck me, Raven. You’re even wetter than I imagined.” Carlos pressed his face against her neck and inhaled. “And you smell so good too.”
She cried out as he slid a hand down, going to her entrance and filling her with two fingers. In and out, he fucked her. Raven expected to be repulsed, to push him away, but instead, she craved more. She didn’t want him to stop.
Carlos did, but to do something even better. To stroke her clit. She was so close and knew her orgasm wouldn’t last.
She had to do something to distract him and herself, to stop herself from reaching her peak so damn soon. He’d have questions, and she didn’t want to answer them.
There, in the alleyway, at the back of his nightclub, she reached for him. Her hand went to the front of his pants, releasing the button and sliding down the zipper. She shook a little as she worked, but within seconds, she had her fingers wrapped around his hard length, and he was so thick and long.
She’d heard the club pussy talk about the guys’ dicks, never paying much attention to their talk. Carlos was … wow. She eased him out of his boxer briefs and started to work from the tip down to the root and back again.
With his face still pressed against her neck, he growled. “Do you have any idea how good your hand feels? I know your pussy is going to be even better, Raven.”
She wanted to feel him inside her as well.
This would have to do. It had to.
They were not in the lighted area of the alley, so there was no way for her to look at him, but feeling him was amazing.
Raven didn’t have time to question what the hell she was doing, or why she was doing it. All she wanted to do was feel. To surround herself in him and to make this moment last. She’d never felt this way before. Not about anyone. She certainly had never hungered for sex the way she did now.
Carlos pushed two fingers inside her pussy, and then his thumb pressed against her clit, taking her completely by surprise. The pleasure intensified.