GirlNextDoor by Lyra Marlowe Read Free Book Online

several doors marked rest rooms, employee lounge,
emergency exit. This last door had the standard panic bar and a big yellow
warning—EMERGENCY EXIT ONLY. ALARM WILL SOUND.
    “Umm, Lucy,” John ventured when he realized she was headed
for the exit door, “the alarm?”
    She turned and placed her hand on the crotch of his pants,
her fingers spread wide to cup his whole erection. “It feels like an emergency
to me.” She backed into the door and pushed it open, leading John after her, quite
literally, by the balls.
    No alarm sounded.
    That lone corner of John’s mind that had not been overrun by
testosterone said, John, pay attention. No alarm. She knew there’d be no
alarm.
    They were in an alley. Lucy didn’t look around but turned
left, toward the back of the building.
    She led him past the Dumpster and around the corner to an
even darker walkway at the back of the club, stopping directly under the fire
escape.
    John , the rational corner of his mind insisted, she
knows where she’s going, she’s scouted this alley, she’s planned all of this,
John. Pay attention, she’s some kind of psycho and she’s got you by the—
    Shut up , the hormones roared back. Nolan would
have told us if his friend was psychotic.
    If he knew.
    Lucy put her back to the wall and drew John to her, kissed
him again. Both of her hands roamed hungrily over the crotch of his pants.
    It occurred to John, belatedly, that she meant to have him
right here. He looked up and down the little passageway. It was dark enough,
secluded, but he had a vivid, horrible flash of Captain Waldron’s face when he
heard John had been arrested for—
    “Give me the condom,” Lucy said. She pushed him back a step
and bent down.
    “Here?” John said. “Lucy, I can’t.” He was already fumbling
for his wallet, his body completely ignoring his common sense. “If we get
caught…”
    He located the condom, put his wallet away, realized that
she had bent over to step out of her panties. She straightened, took his hands
and drew him close again, kissed him, murmured into his mouth, “Your choice.”
She placed his left hand between her legs, then took a step out so that his
palm was abruptly full of feverish, wet pussy. “But I’m going to go off in
about one minute, with or without you.” She kissed him again, grinding against
his hand. The tip of his middle finger slipped inside her and she grabbed him
with her inner muscles.
    Lucy whimpered with pleasure.
    “With me,” John managed to breathe, “oh God, with me.”
    Her hands moved swiftly to his pants, belt, button, zipper,
briefs—always wear clean underwear, his mother had said, in case your best
friend’s best friend wants to bang you in an alley—and then his cock was free,
curving up toward her, the cool night air almost more stimulation than he could
stand. God, he felt like glass, if she pinged him just once he would…
    She cupped him softly in one hand, stroking very gently. Her
hands were warm, barely damp with sweat, and her fingers were firm and certain.
In his hand she squirmed, refusing to release his finger, pushing against him
to drive it deeper still.
    He heard a snap and realized that she had opened the condom
package with her free hand. Then both hands were on his cock, unrolling the
condom and stroking at the same time, bringing him right to the brink of his
control.
    Abruptly, she released him. She reached over her head and
grabbed the last step of the fire escape with both hands, then pulled herself
up, finally releasing his finger. John took half a step closer and grabbed her
by the hips, guided her as she lowered herself directly onto his cock. She took
his full length in a single stroke, then pulled herself back up until only the
tip remained inside her. John thought he would scream when she descended a
second time. He shifted his grip, one arm across her back, the other firmly around
her waist, and jerked her away from the fire escape. Her arms tightened around
his neck