Untitled #3
I stare at her as the noises of the room fade away.
She’s standing in front of me, her fingertips pulling at a thread on her shirt, nervous, finally, that she’s propositioned me, and I’m trying to find a suitable response that isn’t a desperate “yes”.
So, my brain decides to say nothing at all while my blood drains from it and relocates to my cock.
“Uhhh, right, so is that a yes, or… did I break you?” her finger pulls hard at the thread, breaking it off.
“Yes.”
“To which one?”
“Both. Yes to both. Yes, I accept your proposition, but also you did kind of break me, because I don’t do this kind of thing either.”
She holds out her hand and I take it. “I find that hard to believe, but for tonight, I’ll take you at your word.” Her hands are warm, paint staining her skin as she marches off, pulling me behind her.
I watch her ass in that tight skirt, jiggling and bouncing as her hips snap back and forth.
She doesn’t go around anyone, she doesn’t make excuses, she just walks and people part for her.
I follow her because I want to, I want to trace her curves with my hands and I want to watch her as she comes undone by my fingers.
I’ve never given less of a shit about public perception as I do right now.
She stops in front of the only available bathroom and opens the door. It’s small and dirty, with a single toilet, metal sink, black walls covered in stickers and graffiti. The only bulb buzzes loudly overhead and someone’s written their number on the mirror in permanent pen.
The lock clicks and she turns to face me. We’re two feet apart, as she leans against the door and I stand in the middle of the room.
“Any rules you’d like to establish?” I say, fighting the urge to cross the space and take her in my arms.
She tilts her head thoughtfully. “Masks stay on.”
“Obviously.” That means I will never get to feel her lips on mine… “Anything you don’t enjoy, just say stop.”
“Same.”
I take a breath. “If I’m too…” I stop, because how do I finish that sentence without sounding like I’m bragging?
She giggles, “Oh, you’re not gonna be too much, you might not be enough. You’ve seen this ass.”
I fight the urge to roll my eyes, so I opt for grabbing her instead.
Both hands around her waist, pulling her flush against me as I back up to the wall.
Her tits against my chest and her stomach squished against mine, her hips filling my hands and for a moment all I can think of is how soft she’d feel without any clothes between us.
I’ve got two handfuls of her, and she doesn’t pull back, she doesn’t cower, she just stands there and says hi.
“Hi.” my head dips down as if to go in for a kiss, and my gaze drops to her lips. Her mouth, those perfectly deep red lips that are smudged at the corner. It’s a special kind of torture having that level of perfection right there and being unable to do a Goddamn thing about it. I bite back a groan.
She knows it’s torturing me because she runs her thumb across her bottom lip, smearing her lipstick even more, slowly, watching me as she does it. “Frustrating, isn’t it?”
“You’re enjoying this.” My shoulders tense because it is frustrating. I want to bite that lip.
“A bit too much, I fear. You can see what you want and yet you can’t touch it. That’s karma for the gin and tonic. Life is telling you to live a little.”
She bites her bottom lip and slowly lets it go.
I growl and spin her around, my hands on her hips, as hers come up against the wall and a small whimper escapes her. She braces and looks back at me over her shoulder, grinning. “There he is. I was starting to worry that you were well and truly boring.”
I smack her ass and then let my hands roam over her, cupping her tits before running them over the corset. The corset I so badly wish was on the floor. She grinds her ass against me, feeling how hard I am for her and I grip her hips again and hold her there.
“Your hands are ridiculously big. What do you do? Milk cows in your spare time. These are basically pieces of farm equipment.”
I smack her ass again and she moans. “All the better to spank you with, pretty girl.”
“Oh, fuck.” She says, wiggling her hips against my cock again. “You gonna keep teasing me or are you gonna use those hands for the betterment of society?”
I lift her skirt to find that she’s wearing a red lace thong, and my breath hitches. I hear it, and she hears it, a small giggle reverberating through her. Sliding my hand down her ass, I squeeze.
Her breathing changes. “Yeah, that’ll shut me up.”
Turning her around, I trail my thumb down her cheek and in between her tits before cupping them again.
She reaches up and grabs the back of my neck before moving the fabric of my mask and touching my moth, digging her fingers in as she traces it.
The sensation travels down my skin and lands right in my dick.
She leans forward and puts her lips over it, biting and then letting go, kissing the skin she can access.
Her hand comes up under my shirt and trails my abs and never, have I ever, wanted someone to lick my abs as badly as I want her to.I still as her fingertips dance over the waistband of my boxers, dipping in and out, teasing me relentlessly.
My cock is so hard, I’m certain it’s going to snap if I don’t get relief soon, and I buck forward as she palms me over my jeans.
“Mmmm, a big boy, huh?” She rasps as she bites down on my collarbone. “Take it out.”
Shaking my head, I grin. “I wanna take my time.”
She stops and glares. “It’s a public bathroom, if there’s anything, there’s no time for taking your time. Take it out, turn me around and fuck me senseless, then we can part ways.”
A stone lands in my chest. Part ways. I don’t want to part ways.
I want this again, and again, until I’ve explored every inch of bare skin, but I don’t say that.
I can’t say that because it’s nonsensical.
Instead, I undo my jeans and she takes them the rest of the way, along with my boxers.
My cock springs out, precum beading at the tip and she swipes it, putting her finger to her mouth, sucking it off as her eyes roll back in her head.
“Oh fuck, you taste good too.”
That does it, and my control snaps. Turning her, she braces against the wall and I pull her underwear to the side, feeling her with my fingers.
She’s wet and it’s easy to slide into her.
Pumping my fingers slowly, and then picking up the pace, she releases a groan that almost makes me cum on the spot.
I want to taste her.
I want to taste her, so fucking bad.
Picking up the pace, I find the spot that makes her breath come in short pants and start swearing as her legs begin to shake.
“There?” I smirk, even though she can’t see it.
“Obviously, there. If you stop, I’ll stomp on your balls.”
“Yes, ma’am.” I work her, two fingers in, thumb where she needs it. She’s shaking, leaking down her legs and her back is arched. She’s trying to bite back the sounds she desperately wants to make as her pussy clenches around me.
“I’m…” She can’t even finish her sentence.
“Yeah, I know, pretty girl. Cum for me and then I’ll make you cum again on my cock.”
“Fuck me…” she cums with her fist jammed against her mouth and her pussy clamped against my fingers, and I keep going until I’ve gotten the last tremor from her before pulling my fingers out. Watching as she drips down my hand, that yearning for her taste returns full force.
I can’t think about it anymore, so I don’t. I line my cock up and ask if she’s ready.
Her chest is heaving, but she nods as I notch the head at her entrance. “Wait. Condom?” I ask.
She nods. “Yes, please.”
I fumble with my jeans around my thighs and grab my wallet. Luckily, there’s one in there. One I know I didn’t put in there, but I throw up a thank you to Iz for being such a dirty dog and fully expecting me to be doing what I’m doing right now.
Opening it, I roll it on before standing behind her, my hands on her hips. She groans, “Do it.”
Pushing forward, slow, one inch at a time, she starts moaning, and I let one out myself. She’s fucking tight and wet and such a perfect fit for me.
“Okay…” she breathes. “You might be bigger than I expected.”
“Might?”
“Yeah, jury’s still debating, depends when you stop pushing in and start fucking my brains out.”
I grin and bottom out, my hips resting against her ass.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” She chants, steadying herself for a moment before wiggling her ass. “Move.”
I move.
Nothing about this is pretty, or romantic, but it’s exactly what I want to be doing.
The bathroom is dirty as hell, the light loud, with bass pounding through the walls.
She’s pushing back into me, meeting me, her ass clapping with every thrust. She’s not trying to be quiet anymore as she moans with each thrust, her back arched, arms leaned against the wall.
The sounds she’s making are raspy and feral, and they’re the kind of sounds I want to bottle just so I can keep them forever.
I lean over her, “You don’t do this, huh? Seem pretty good at it.”
She scoffs before letting out a groan as my thumb finds her clit. “Yeah, I don’t. I just happen to be sexually deprived and you were right there.”
“Right there, huh? Something tells me you won’t forget this for a long time.” I accentuate my assumption with a hard thrust and she almost loses control.
“Nope, just tonight.” Moan. “Just tonight, I’m…” Another moan. “Not who I am.”
“You don’t need to hide who you are.” Gripping her hips tight, I thrust faster, then slower, memorizing each sound she makes as I change pace.
“I do. Tonight I’m a masked stranger, and so are you. So… shut up and make this slice in time count.”
I make it count,