Like we’re doing.
My hands pull at his suit jacket and his fingers fumble with the buttons of my cargo pants. I rip open his shirt, to try to get to his bare chest, his bare heat and he tugs at my chunky sweater, trying to get to my naked waist, my soft tits.
You definitely don’t get so horny and needy, and almost naked in under ten seconds, in the back alley of a bar, hidden only partially by the dumpsters.
But maybe you do all of that, if you’re me and him.
Arrow and Salem.
Arrow and his fuck doll; and Salem and the love of her life.
That’s what we are, aren’t we?
He fucks me and I love him.
But whatever we are, whoever we are to each other, in this moment, I know he needs me and I need him.
So when he breaks his kiss, I whine. I literally whine and pull at his hair, trying to bring him back.
But he doesn’t listen.
He steps away from me, breaking my hold, and I stand there, panting. I stand there in only my thong and my t-shirt as I take in the damage that I’ve done to him.
I take in his half-open, wrinkled shirt, his dress pants unbuttoned and his belt dangling open, the silver buckle shining like the sun.
Heis shining like the sun, his mouth glistening and swollen with my kisses, his eyes blazing as he does the same to me, takes me in, maybe to check the damagehe’sdone to me.
“Arrow?” I whisper, my tits heaving, pouty nipples poking through the shirt.
He lifts his gaze, his expression hard and unfathomable before he grabs my waist and spins me around.
My hands stumble and slap on the wall while he grabs my hips and pulls me back. My spine arches on its own and my nails dig into the brick wall.
I turn around to catch him squatting down and I shiver.
But it’s not from the chill of the night.
It’s from the fact that as soon as Arrow goes down, his large hands grab the cheeks of my ass and pull.
He parts them.
He plucks the string of my thong from between my cheeks and snaps it aside. The elastic digs into the meat of my butt and I clench my eyes shut.
I rest my cheek on the brick wall as my body burns with arousal and embarrassment that he can see everything.
My pussy and my asshole.
But then, he goes in and smells it all.
He digs his nose in the crease of my ass and runs it up and down, taking in my musky, horny scent and groaning with it, and I forget about all the shame and embarrassment and push my hips back.
I push it into his mouth and he licks it.
He licks my pussy and I go up on tiptoes, parting my mouth so I can breathe.
But I don’t think Ican. Breathe, I mean.
Because he doesn’t give me the time to do it.
