A tap on the shoulder followed and a voice in my ear whispered, “You got a name, love?”

I shook my head.

“Oh, come on. A name, please?”

I didn’t respond.

“Do I have to beg for a name –”

“Fuck off,” came Ben’s harsh voice as he stood right beside with an arm wrapped around my waist. “You saw me standing with her minutes ago, fuck-heads. Have some bloody decency.”

Silence.

I held my laughter in until after I bought the tray of donuts. Then we continued our trek through the grounds while Ben scared off anyone that looked my way.

*****

It was dark when we finally left. I was pretty sure I’d eaten my body weight in cinnamon donuts and cotton candy. We strolled to a nearby park, the air getting chillier by the minute.

“That was so much fun,” I said to him. “Thanks for taking me out and spoiling me.”

We sat down on a bench under a gazebo. The park was silent and void of people. I leaned into his side and he wrapped an arm around me.

“I’m glad you enjoyed yourself,” he said. “I wish I could say the same.”

“Why can’t you?”

“Because your tight little outfit attracted way too much attention. My eyes are sore from glaring.”

I giggled. “I like that. It’s nice that people still look, you know? A bit of a confidence boost for me.”

He pulled my body into his lap and took my face into the palm of his hand. He kissed me lightly and said, “Like I said, you’re gorgeous.”

“As long as you think so, that’s what matters right now.”

He smiled. “Good response.”

“Well, next time we’re out like this, I’ll wear some hobo clothes. I’ve got a ton of them.”

“Yeah? Well, I would rather you dressing any way that makes you happy. I was only joking. I had a lovely time with you. It’s been some years since I did this.”

“See the show?”

“That and this,” he pointed between us. “I haven’t felt a connection the way I do with you, Claire. I’m loving it.”

I blushed and nodded. “I haven’t either.”

He stroked my hair affectionately before I turned my face to his. I kissed him again, prolonging it this time because I loved the taste of his mouth. Kissing him made me feel alive and free. I pressed my body against his, seeking his touch as he gripped me tighter to him. The second our tongues clashed, my skin heated and my core pulsed. I urgently deepened our kiss, wrapping an arm around his neck and pulling him to me.

When he started to harden beneath me, he abruptly pulled away. Nothing but silence followed. I watched him with his eyes closed and his head tilted up. I wasn’t even sure he was breathing.

“Is everything okay?” I asked him uncertainly.

“I’m trying to compose myself,” he answered tightly. “You’re like a switch for me. I’m hard already and we’ve only kissed. We’ll have to get out of here soon so I can take you home and fuck the shit out of you.”

I smiled and, with wet lips, kissed up his throat, licking his bobbing Adam’s apple along the way.

“You know,” I whispered slyly, “I’ve never had a sexual experience in a park before.”

He instantly groaned at my words. “Shit, beauty, you can’t be saying things like that and expect me to just take it.”

“I’m not teasing you.”

He stared back down at me and studied me closely. I could see the thoughts flashing through his mind before his lips twisted up. “We’ll see,” he said. “Rest your back against me.”

Adrenaline instantly shot through my system as I did what I was told, resting my back against his chest. My head was level to his. I felt his growing erection against my tailbone and I swirled my hips just a little, giving him friction. He immediately grabbed at me and forced me to stop.

“Very naughty, Claire.”

I smiled and turned my head to kiss him on the cheek. Before I could come up with a response, both his hands moved under my cardigan and travelled down my neck, stopping to cup each breast. I arched my back and shut my eyes as he lightly stroked my nipples until they pebbled against the light fabric of my shirt. Tingles bolted to my core as he continued giving them attention, sending more and more down that way.

My breathing shifted and my body tensed. Already I felt drenched at the simple erotic touches he was giving me, and it was made all the more exciting knowing he was doing this out in the open.

His left hand abandoned my breast and travelled down my stomach as his right continued stroking my nipple. He was painfully slow, grazing his nails along the bottom of my belly right at the waistband of my tights. He breathed lightly into my ear and said, “Do you want me to finger-fuck you in the middle of the park, Claire?”

I nodded shamelessly.

“Ask me then.”

“Please,” I panted, my mouth turning to touch his cheek. “Please, can you fuck me with your hand?”

His hand slid under my waistband and traced around my sex. I tried moving my hips to angle him where I needed him, but he bit out, “Don’t move, or I’ll stop entirely.”

I stopped and waited for him to continue. The anticipation was killing me, and I was aching. I was drenched by the time he finally circled his fingers over my clit. My body jerked at the sudden touch. I let out a harsh breath as he continued to tease, roaming me lightly before stroking my nub of nerves.

“You’re very wet,” he remarked, running his nose along the bad side of my face. “What’s gotten you this turned on? The public place or me?”

He brushed against my clit again and I moaned lightly. “Both,” I let out inaudibly.

He worked me slowly, half his face pressed against mine before his lips drifted down my skin. He sucked on my neck as he picked up his pace, rubbing me over and over again before sliding between my folds and entering me. I moaned again, feeling like my nerve endings were on fire. I rocked against his fingers, seeking that friction as the pleasure climbed.

“If someone walked by right now, would you tell me to stop?” he asked me, licking me feverishly. “Or are you too far fucked to care?”

I shook my head. “Don’t stop.”

“Well then, we have an audience right now. Do you want me to stop?”