“Thought you had an early morning,” she teased before she grabbed my shirt and spun us, catching me off guard as my back hit the brick wall. Her mouth crashed into mine, her tongue pushing past my lips until I opened for her. She tasted of whiskey and cigarettes. Her hands slid down my chest to my belt while her mouth moved to my neck. She sucked and bit at the skin there, the sharp sting making me harder.

Her fingers yanked the buckle loose and she shoved my slacks and briefs down, my cock springing free. Then she dropped to her knees. I let my head fall back against the brick as her hand wrapped around me, stroking me hard enough to pull a groan from deep in my chest. Her breath was warm against my skin for a second before her mouth closed over me, hot and wet.

“Fuck,” I gritted out as her tongue dragged along the underside of my cock. She worked me with her hand and mouth together, stroking firmly as she sucked, her grip tightening the deeper she took me. I felt my balls draw up tight. The wet sound of her mouth filled the alley.

She sucked harder, faster, taking me deeper until I couldn’t take any more of that teasing shit. I fisted her hair, yanked it tight, and started fucking her mouth. She let me use her. Her fingers dug into my thighs as I drove down her throat, forcing her head down harder.

“Fucking swallow it,” I grunted.