Nine-tenths of the Law

Chapter Nineteen

“Did you drive?” Nathan asked as we stepped out of the restaurant.

“Nope. Walked.”

He ran his fingers up my back. “Well, then, I guess you’re riding with me.”

I grinned. “That was the plan, wasn’t it?”

“God, I hope so,” he said, almost growling. “Come on, I’m about three blocks that way.” He nodded down the sidewalk, and we started off in that direction.

“I should have parked closer,” he said after we’d gone half a block or so.

“And paid fifteen bucks at one of these pay lots?” I gestured at the lots behind us. “Are you insane?”

He shrugged and grinned at me. “Would’ve been worth it to save some time.”

“We can handle a few minutes to walk three blocks, I think.” I wasn’t sure if I was trying to convince him or myself.

“Speak for yourself.” He laughed.

“We’ve been waiting almost a week.” One long, long week. “What’s a few more minutes?”

“What’s a few minutes?” He put his arm around my shoulders and pulled me close enough to whisper, without anyone else hearing, “With as turned on as I am right now? Fucking torture.”

I couldn’t think of a response. I couldn’t think of anything, really, besides the vibration of his low, growling voice against the side of my neck. If he was as desperate as he sounded-as desperate as I was-we’d be lucky to get through tonight without catching fire.

We continued on in silence, walking quickly. If I still gave a damn about appearing as desperate as I was, I’d have tried to slow our pace to a casual stroll. A cool, I’m in complete control speed.

Fortunately, I didn’t still give a damn, and just did everything I could to keep up with him.

From almost a block away, his car came into view. We were almost there. Just a little father, then another twenty minutes or so, and we were home free. Almost there.

Nathan’s fingertips ran down the back of my arm, and suddenly the car was much too far away.

A narrow alley between a pair of red brick apartment buildings, however, was not.

Without stopping to care if this was a good idea or not, I hauled him into the alley with me and leaned against the wall, pulling him into a kiss. I may have caught him by surprise, but he recovered quickly, returning my kiss without hesitation as his hands went to my face, my neck, my hair. His cock pressed against mine, and even through our jeans, it was nearly enough to drive me out of my mind.

“We should’ve just skipped dinner,” he said, panting against my lips. “Should’ve…” Paused to kiss me. “Met at my place and…” Another kiss. “Christ, Zach.” Holding my face in both hands, he looked into my eyes. “I can’t go this long without fucking you.” Then he kissed me again, and I was thankful for both the wall and his body, because they were all that kept me from collapsing.

His lips went to my neck, and I let my head fall back against the wall.

“My God,” he said, kissing his way up my neck. “I want you so fucking bad right now.” As soon as his hand left the side of my face, I knew what he was going to do, but I still gasped when he cupped my erection through my jeans.

I wasn’t sure what I’d had in mind when I dragged him into this alley. Maybe just a few minutes of fooling around to relieve some tension, maybe just a chance to wind each other up a bit more before we went to the car. Maybe I hadn’t thought this through at all because all I knew was how badly I needed to have him, regardless of where we were.

Either way, one thing was perfectly clear now. We weren’t going anywhere. Fooling around under the cover of darkness in a shadowy alley usually wasn’t my style, but no one could see us. And even if they could, I didn’t care, because Nathan’s fingers had found my zipper pull, and we weren’t. Going. Anywhere.

He stroked my cock slowly. His mouth was close enough to kiss, but all I could do was breathe. Even that was almost too complicated when I was this close to the release I so desperately needed. When I was this close to him.

“You know,” he said, stroking a little faster. “If we’d just gone to the car, we’d be halfway home by now.”

“But I wouldn’t be-” My voice caught and I sucked in a breath.

“You wouldn’t be what?” he teased, though the slightest hint of a tremor gave away his façade of being totally in control. “Come on, Zach, tell me.”

I tried to hold his gaze, but even the faint light from the nearby street was too intense. Closing my eyes, I whispered, “We’d be halfway home, but I wouldn’t be halfway there.”

“Oh, God…” He released a ragged breath, his hand faltering momentarily. The space in front of me suddenly became vacant-no, occupied, but differently-and just as I figured out that he’d moved, his mouth was around my cock.

My eyes flew open and I stared down at him in the darkness, watching in disbelief. What little light there was created a vague outline of him, a half-lit suggestion of shapes I knew well enough to fill in with my mind’s eye.

Resting my head against the wall, I closed my eyes again and dug my teeth into my second knuckle, trying to keep myself quiet. My other hand was in his hair, every nod of his head against my palm making this real, making the electric sensations of his mouth on my cock real. I wanted to beg him not to stop, but my one remaining shred of rational thought warned me against speaking at all because I wouldn’t stop.

A barely audible whimper escaped my throat and I didn’t have to wonder if Nathan heard it. He sucked my cock faster, stroked harder, sent me higher, higher, higher…

My hand hit the brick wall beside me just as my back arched away from it. I wasn’t afraid of crying out, not when this powerful orgasm rendered breathing impossible. It was only when it tapered, bringing me back to Earth one heartbeat at a time, that I finally managed a whispered, “Oh, God…”

Nathan stood and kissed me. I grasped his shirt, the back of his neck, his hair, anything I could get my hands on as long as it got me closer to him. The taste of myself on his tongue intoxicated me, but it wasn’t enough. I needed to taste him.

With one hand still in his hair, my other drifted down to his shoulder, then his side until I found his belt. He shivered as I followed his belt to the buckle, but then his body tensed and he grabbed my wrist, holding it gently, but just firmly enough to keep my hand away from his zipper. “I think,” he said, pausing to kiss me, “that you overestimate my ability to stay quiet.”

“And you…” I kissed him and tried to free my wrist from his grasp, “overestimate my ability to leave here without making you come.”

His lips parted. Even in the low light, I could make out the look of disbelief in his eyes.

He released my wrist.