Page 139 of Over Time Advantage

Jett: Meet me at our spot. Right now.

I look up at him and nod before I see him move toward the doors that lead out to the balcony. I can’t help but smile. That’s where we met that first night.

I look at my friends and hold up my phone. Knowing they’ll disapprove, I say, “I need to make a quick call. I’ll meet you at the table.”

Without bothering to listen for a response, I make my way toward the same set of doors I ran through to escape my friends last year. I practically trip over my high heels as I sprint to get to my love. I’m desperate to have his hands on me. Seven weeks is a long time to go without him.

Pushing open the glass doors, I’m hit with the thickness of the late summer evening air. Before I can finish my first step, I’m grabbed from the side, spun around, and pinned to the textured concrete wall.

I not only feel his big body on mine, but I can feel his erection. He’s always so damn hard for me. Only me.

He pins my wrists above my head with one hand, and with the other, his fingers trace along my collarbone, eliciting fiery shivers from my skin. Liquid lust immediately floods my panties.

He bends until his lips brush across mine, and he breathes into them, “You are, without a doubt, the sexiest woman in existence,” before his tongue prods and then pushes its way into my mouth.

I melt into him, desperate for his touch. It feels like forever since he last touched me. There is nothing I wouldn’t let this man do to me right now. I’m so hopelessly head over heels in love with him. I thought I loved fully before, but this is different. I physically can’t live without him.

He kisses me like there’s no tomorrow. Like he needs to taste all of me. Like he’s been thinking about doing this to me all day and can’t get enough.

Without releasing my wrists or my mouth, his other hand moves first to my breasts and then slowly runs down my body until it’s under my dress.

I can feel the backs of his fingers trickling up my bare inner thigh, and I moan into his mouth. I instinctively spread my legs a bit, wanting him to touch me where I crave him the most. His ascent is so damn slow that my body begins to physically shake in anticipation.

After what seems like forever, his fingertips finally run across the apex of my thighs, and now it’s his turn to let out a moan. “Hmm, you’re so wet, angel face. Your panties are drenched for me.”

I try to pull my hands away, wanting to touch him, but he tightens his grip on them. He knows how much I get off on being restrained.

“Touch me,” I beg with urgency. “I need you inside me.”

He slides my panties to the side before one finger runs through me and then slowly into me. I let out a gasp at the long-missed intrusion. I’m confident I’ve never been more turned on in my life.

He breathes, “I’ve missed being inside this creamy cunt.”

His dirty words, the thrill of being in public, my love for him, and my insatiable desire for him all bring me to the brink in record time. My body convulses around his finger, but it’s not enough. I need all of him.

“Get inside me,” I mumble into his mouth. “All of you. Every long, thick inch.”

His eyes widen. “Are you sure? Someone could walk outside at any moment.”

How is he so damn calm and aware? I don’t know what planet I’m on, let alone our precise logistics.

“Please,” I plead. “I don’t care about anyone else. I can’t go another second without you.” Why am I so desperate for him?

He briefly glances toward the doors we came through before releasing my wrists. Without any hesitation, I frantically move them to his pants as I scramble to release the massive hard-on that looks like it might break through the material at any moment.

While I work to free him, he lifts the bottom of my dress and then tears my panties straight off my body as if they’re paper. I love his brute strength.

He brings them to his nose and audibly inhales them. “Hmm, so good,” he growls.

I stand there slack-jawed at the deeply erotic move, but he smirks. “I’m keeping these.”

As soon as he places them in his pants pocket, I finally release his erection. It smacks onto his stomach with a loud thud. It’s big, hard, and glistening. My mouth waters. Part of me wants to drop to my knees to take him in my mouth, but I know time is tight and we need to move this along.

I climb him like a monkey, and he chuckles at my enthusiasm. I’m able to wrap my legs around his waist. I can feel his warm cock run through my center until his tip is at my entrance.

He nibbles on my lower lip. “No, angel face, I’m in charge.”

He pulls me off him and violently turns me around, pinning my front to the wall. I feel the air when he lifts the back of my dress before a hard smack to my ass comes out of nowhere, causing me to gasp.