Chapter 215: Night Store Time with Sydney [1] [R-18 Contents!]

The world tilted sideways as Sydney’s hands found my chest and shoved. My back collided with the payment desk, the edge digging into my spine, and before I could process what was happening—before I could even draw breath to ask—her mouth was on mine.

Every thought scattered like smoke.

My hands hung suspended in the air for a heartbeat, two, uncertain and trembling, before gravity and instinct pulled them down to settle on the curves of her hips. Sydney kissed me like she was claiming something fiercely, her lips moving against mine with an intensity that made my knees threaten to give out. The pressure of her mouth sent heat cascading through my veins, liquid fire spreading from where we connected outward to every nerve ending in my body.

Her lips were so impossibly soft—warm and plush and tasting faintly of cherry chapstick. The scent of her overwhelmed me sameways.

Her hands splayed across my chest, fingertips pressing through the fabric of my shirt. Then they were sliding upward, tracing over my collarbones, along the sides of my neck, leaving trails of tingling awareness in their wake. When her arms finally wound around my neck, she pulled herself even closer, eliminating what little space remained between our bodies, and pushed deeper into the kiss with a hunger that stole what little breath I had left.

My grip on her hips tightened instinctively, fingers digging into the denim of her jeans as uncertainty dissolved into need. I kissed her back, hesitantly at first, then with growing confidence as she made a small, encouraging sound against my mouth. Our lips moved together, learning the rhythm, finding the places where we fit perfectly.

“Hmnn~”

The soft moan that escaped Sydney’s throat and vibrated against my lips nearly destroyed me. It was such a small sound, breathy and wanting, but it resonated through my entire body like a tuning fork struck at just the right frequency. My composure, already hanging by a thread, frayed further.

My arms moved of their own accord, sliding around her waist and pulling her flush against me. The soft pressure of her breasts pressed against my chest through the thin barrier of her t-shirt, and I became hyperaware of every point where our bodies touched—her chest against mine, her thighs brushing my legs, her fingers threading through the hair at the nape of my neck.

Since the changes, since I’d grown taller and built muscle I hadn’t possessed before, I’d noticed things differently. The way I could feel my own strength now, coiled and ready. But more than that—I noticed how delicate others felt in comparison. Sydney was fierce and capable but pressed against me like this? She felt small. Soft. The gentle give of her body against the solid planes of mine, the way my hands could almost span her waist, the fragile architecture of her ribcage expanding and contracting with each rapid breath—it was intoxicating and terrifying in equal measure.

She was strong, absolutely. But she was also undeniably, beautifully feminine despite how tomboyish she carried herself.

The kiss stretched on, seconds bleeding into minutes until time lost all meaning. I could have stayed frozen in that moment forever, drowning in the taste of her, the feel of her, the small sounds she made when I tilted my head and deepened the kiss. But reality intruded—the hard edge of the desk against my back, darkness except for the torchlight, the awareness that we were in the middle of a store where Infected could walk in.

Reluctantly, forcing myself to use every ounce of willpower I possessed, I pulled back. Just a fraction, just enough to break the seal of our lips, though our faces remained close enough that her breath ghosted warm across my mouth.

Sydney retreated at the same moment, and we stared at each other, both breathing hard, chests heaving in tandem. Her cheeks were flushed pink, a beautiful stain of color spreading from her face down her neck. My own face felt like it was on fire, blood pounding in my ears so loudly it was almost deafening.

“T…That came out of nowhere,” I said breathless.

“I know.” Sydney’s eyes sparkled with mischief and desire in equal measure, her arms still looped around my neck like she had no intention of letting go. “But I couldn’t hold back anymore.” Her fingers played with the hair at my nape, sending pleasant shivers down my spine. “And there’s no better timing than now.”

“Are you kidding?” I asked, though even as the words left my mouth, I knew exactly what she was suggesting.

Here? Now?

Maybe I had no room to talk. The abandoned room with Cindy. The pharmacy with Rachel, for god’s sake, in that small and cramped place. Hell, that empty stadium with Sydney where the echo of every sound had made my heart hammer with the fear of attracting every Infected of Jackson Township. My track record for appropriate locations was, admittedly, terrible.

But still—

“Nope.” Sydney’s grin was wicked, before she leaned in and captured my lips again in a quick, searing kiss. When she pulled back this time, her hands were already moving, shrugging off her jacket and letting it fall carelessly to the floor with a soft thump.

My mouth went dry as she reached for the hem of her t-shirt. The fabric whispered against her skin as she pulled it up and over her head in one fluid motion, her dark hair tumbling back down around her shoulders in a cascade of silk. The shirt joined her jacket on the floor, forgotten.

And there she stood, close enough to touch, wearing only her jeans and a dark blue bra that cupped her breasts like a lover’s hands. The garment was simple—no lace or frills—but the way it contrasted against her skin, the way it pushed her breasts up just enough to create that perfect shadow of cleavage, the glimpse of soft flesh threatening to spill over the cups with each breath she took—

My sanity didn’t just leave. It sprinted for the exit and never looked back.

Desire crashed over me like a tidal wave, drowning out rational thought, drowning out the voice in my head that said this was a terrible idea. Lust curled hot and insistent in my veins, obliterating any protests before they could fully form. All I could see was Sydney—the curve of her waist, the smooth expanse of her stomach, the way her chest rose and fell rapidly, the hungry look in her eyes that probably matched my own.

“I know you want this too, Ryan.” She said with a smile, as she pressed herself against me again. Her bare stomach against my shirt, the heat of her skin seeping through the fabric. “So stop finding excuses.”

Her lips found mine again as her hands worked at my jacket, fingers nimble, pushing it off my shoulders.

Fuck it.

I helped her, shrugging out of my jacket with impatient movements and letting it drop wherever it fell, immediately diving back into the kiss. My hands found her face, cupping her jaw as I kissed her deeply, properly, pouring all the want and need coiling inside me into the connection of our mouths.

“Hmm~” Sydney smiled against my lips, the vibration of her pleasure humming between us.

My hands slid down, tracing the line of her throat, the delicate ridge of her collarbones, before settling on her waist. The skin there was warm and impossibly soft beneath my palms. I kissed her, savoring the taste of her lips before letting my mouth wander—along her jaw, down to her chin, following the curve down to the elegant column of her neck.

When my lips found the sensitive spot where her neck met her shoulder, I kissed there before opening my mouth and sucking on her skin, tasting salt and vanilla.

“Haaahn~ yes~ kiss me~” The moan that tore from her throat was, pure and dangerous, her head tilting back to give me better access, exposing more of that beautiful expanse of neck for my attention.

“You asked for it,” I muttered against her skin, the words muffled and rough.

In one motion, I gripped her waist firmly and lifted. Sydney’s gasp of surprise melted into a breathless laugh as I turned us around and set her atop the payment desk. Papers scattered, a pen rolled off the edge and clattered to the floor, but neither of us cared. The desk creaked under her weight as she settled there, legs parting automatically to let me step between them, bringing us perfectly level with each other.

Her hands immediately found my shirt, tugging impatiently at the fabric, and I had the fleeting thought that we were really doing this—here, now, consequences be damned—before Sydney kissed me again and all thoughts dissolved into pure sensation.

Yeah, there was no stopping at this point. I really wanted her as well.

My fingers found the hem of my shirt, bunching the fabric as I pulled it up and over my head in one swift motion. The cool air of the store hit my heated skin, raising goosebumps across my chest and arms, but the chill lasted only a second before Sydney’s hands were on me. Her palms pressed flat against my stomach, fingers splaying wide as they explored upward over my abs, tracing the defined lines there with obvious appreciation.

“God, Ryan,” she breathed, her eyes darkening as they roamed over my bare torso.

I didn’t give her long to look. The need to taste her again was overwhelming, magnetic, pulling me back to her like she was the only source of gravity in the room. I captured her mouth in another deep kiss, one hand cupping the back of her neck while the other wrapped around her waist, feeling the bare skin of her lower back against my palm. She was so warm, so alive beneath my cold touch.

Our tongues met and tangled, and Sydney made that sound again—that breathy little moan that shot straight through me like lightning. I kissed her thoroughly, taking my time now, savoring the way she responded to every movement of my lips, every stroke of my tongue against hers.

When I finally broke away, it was only to let my mouth chart a new course. I kissed along her jaw, feeling the delicate bone structure beneath soft skin, then down to the sensitive hollow beneath her ear that made her shiver and gasp. My lips traveled lower, retracing the path to her neck, this time moving slower. I kissed and sucked at the smooth column of her throat, feeling her pulse hammering wildly beneath my lips, tasting the salt of her skin mixed with that intoxicating vanilla scent.

“Ryan…” My name fell from her lips breathy.

Lower still. My mouth traced the elegant line of her collarbone, kissing along the ridge from one side to the other, feeling how she trembled under the attention. And then I was there, at the swell of her breasts rising from the cups of her dark blue bra, at the beautiful valley of cleavage that had been tormenting me since the moment she’d removed her shirt.

I paused, just for a moment, letting my breath ghost warm across her skin as I breathed her in. The scent of her was stronger here. It was heady, intoxicating, and I felt almost drunk on it as I pressed my lips to the soft upper curve of her right breast.

“Haah~” Sydney’s sharp inhale was immediate, her back arching slightly to press herself more firmly against my mouth. I kissed across the swell of flesh, marveling at how impossibly soft she was here, how her skin seemed to glow despite the darkness. My lips traced the edge where fabric met skin, following the line of her bra as I moved to her other breast, giving it the same devoted attention.

“Mmm, yes…” She sighed, one hand coming up to cradle the back of my head, fingers threading through my hair.

I kissed into her cleavage, that shadowed valley between her breasts, letting my tongue trace along the center line while my hands gripped her waist to steady us both. The taste of her skin was slightly salty, warm, addictive. I could feel her heartbeat racing, could feel the rapid rise and fall of her chest as her breathing quickened with each press of my lips.

A rustling sound made me glance down just in time to see Sydney kicking off her sneakers. First the right, then the left, each hitting the floor with a soft thud before she was hooking her thumbs into the waistband of her jeans.

“Help me,” she whispered, her voice husky with.

I didn’t need to be asked twice. My hands moved from her waist to the button of her jeans, fumbling only slightly—my fingers felt clumsy with want—before I managed to pop it open and drag the zipper down. The metallic sound of it seemed obscenely loud in the quiet store. Sydney lifted her hips, bracing her hands on the desk behind her, and I began working the denim down her legs.

The jeans clung to her hips, her thighs, and I had to tug a bit to get them past the curve of her ass, but then they were sliding down, revealing inch after inch of smooth, pale skin. And there, as the jeans cleared her hips completely—matching blue lace panties, the same shade as her bra, with delicate floral patterns that looked almost black against her skin in the lighting.

My mouth went completely dry. My hands stilled on the bunched denim around her knees as I just stared at the expanse of her body now on display. The gentle flare of her hips, the smooth plane of her stomach, the way those panties sat low on her hipbones and hugged the curves of her body in a way that made my blood run molten.

“You’re staring,” Sydney said, but there was no self-consciousness in her voice—only amusement and satisfaction, like she knew exactly what effect she was having on me.

“Can you blame me?” I managed clearing my throat awkwardly and bit ashamed.

I finished pulling her jeans off completely, letting them fall to join the growing pile of our discarded clothing on the floor. And then I was looking at her legs—long and lean and perfect. I’d seen Sydney in shorts before, had caught glimpses of her legs dozens of times, but this was different obviously.

My hands settled on her calves first, fingers wrapping around the toned muscle there as I lowered myself slightly. I pressed a kiss just above her left ankle, feeling the delicate bone beneath my lips, and Sydney gasped softly above me. Encouraged, I continued upward, kissing my way along her shin with tender attention. Each press of my lips was soft, too soft maybe but that was how sensitive her skin seemed to me.

“Ryan…” Her voice was breathy, trembling slightly.

I moved to her knee, kissing around the cap, feeling the smooth skin there before continuing up to her thigh. This was softer, the muscle less defined here, and I took my time, kissing and occasionally letting my tongue dart out to taste her skin. My hands followed the path of my mouth, stroking up her legs with firm but gentle pressure, feeling the way she trembled under my touch.

“Haaahnn~ God…” Sydney’s moan was louder now, less controlled, as I kissed higher up her inner thigh. Her legs parted further automatically, making room for me between them, and I could feel the heat radiating from her core even through the lace of her panties.

I switched to her right leg, giving it the same slow, thorough attention. Starting at the ankle and working my way up with kisses that grew progressively longer, more lingering, as I climbed higher. By the time I reached her inner thigh again, Sydney was trembling, her breathing coming in short, sharp gasps.

Her hand found my hair, fingers tangling in the dark strands and gripping—not hard enough to hurt, but with enough pressure that I could feel the tension, the need in her touch. She was fumbling slightly, her coordination compromised by arousal, but she guided me upward, encouraging me higher.

“Please,” she whispered, and the desperate edge to her voice sent a fresh wave of heat through my body.

I kissed up her inner thigh, so close now that I could smell her arousal, musky and sweet and utterly intoxicating. The heat was incredible this close, and I could see the small damp patch forming on the blue lace, darkening the fabric. My heart hammered against my ribs as I pressed another kiss to her thigh, then another, each one bringing me incrementally closer to where she wanted—no, rather needed—me to be.

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