The humid city air clung to their skin as their eyes locked across the crowded sidewalk. She was all bitten lips and smudged eyeliner, leaning against a lamppost with her skirt riding up just enough to tease the curve of her thighs. He was all broad shoulders and rough hands, stopping mid-stride when her gaze burned into him. No words—just the unspoken hunger crackling between them like neon on wet pavement.

He closed the distance in three long strides, his calloused fingers already tangling in her hair as he pulled her mouth to his. Her gasp melted into a moan when his tongue slid against hers, hot and demanding. She arched into him, her nails digging into his chest through his thin shirt, her hips grinding against the hard outline of his cock straining against his jeans.

“Fuck, you taste good,” he growled against her lips, sucking her bottom lip between his teeth until she whimpered. The street noise blurred around them as she grabbed his belt, yanking him into the shadow of an alleyway. His hands found her ass, squeezing hard as she hiked her leg around his waist, letting him feel how wet her panties were through the fabric.

He didn’t hesitate—fingers shoved past the soaked lace, pushing inside her tight cunt while his thumb circled her clit in rough, relentless strokes. “Christ, you’re dripping,” he muttered before claiming her mouth again, swallowing her cries as she came on his hand, her thighs shaking.

Breaking the kiss only to drop to his knees, he buried his face between her legs right there against the brick wall, licking her pussy like a starving man. Her fingers twisted in his hair as she rode his tongue, her moans echoing down the empty street.