“I like playing games.”
She shifted, now basically straddling me on the bar stool. I cupped her ass with both my hands, pulling her closer so she had no doubt as to how hard she’d made me.
“I do too. And I want to play games with you.”
The kiss when it happened was different that last night. It was slower, deeper. The sweetness that had been there yesterday was now gone, replaced with demand and desire. It felt dark; deep shades of red would be how I painted it. She tasted of the fruit punch she’d drank and her, the same flavour I’d kept on my tongue all day. I wanted to know how she tasted elsewhere, and then I wanted to sink deep inside her, over and over again and lose whatever hurt I had and take her pain away at the same time.
“You two need to get a room before I need a different type of license.”
I pulled her into my chest as the kiss ended. The landlord stood behind me, half glaring, half smiling.
“Go home. The rain’s eased off.”
We were pretty much the only ones left. I helped her off the stool and took her hand. “I can still just walk you home. Take you out tomorrow for dinner.” An out; always give an out.
“Gabe.” She paused as we got outside, the previously calm sea now wicked in the rain that hammered on us. “I want you to take me to yours and fuck me till I can’t walk. Then we can talk about dinner tomorrow.”
We were already soaked. Rushing seemed pointless and I didn’t want to lose any time by rushing. Tomorrow she might change her mind about me; I might push her away, still unable to keep anyone close.
I kissed her again, trying to keep it from becoming too intense but I felt her whimper into my mouth, felt her nipples hard against my chest. I moved us to the side of the bar, pushing her against the wall where there was some shelter. I had about three minutes before someone came out.
“Are you wet?”
She nodded, her lips plump and swollen.
I moved a hand between her legs and slid two fingers around her knickers. She was soaked. My fingers pushed into her heat and wetness and she spread her legs. In out.; in out. I felt her breath hitch with the rhythm of my hand. I nudged the small rise inside her that I found easily and started to press down on her clit with the heel of my hand. She shuddered, her eyes on mine, not leaving them.
I didn’t know how long it was since she’d last had someone inside her, or even hold her. I didn’t know how long it was since I’d last had someone make me feel this alive, enough to have them up against the side of the wall in the heavy summer rain.
“I’m nearly there.”
Her words were barely there, breath hitched, little gasps that made my cock feel like it was about to burst.
She let out a low moan as she came, her cunt contracting around my fingers, hips bucking. I pushed my mouth to her, not to quieten her because I didn’t give a fuck who heard, but because I didn’t want the distance between us when her orgasm subsided. I wanted to be there, wanting more, needed to be close.
Small hands went to my jeans, clever fingers undoing the zipper and button. My fingers were still inside her, slowly pumping, feeling her pussy flutter.
“Here.” She pulled her lips from mine. “I want you inside me.”
I’d wanted to take her home. I still did. Needed her underneath me, wanted to see all of her like a banquet only I was going to feast from. But I was a fucking weak male.
“I need to get a condom.” She had my jeans round my ankles, butt and cock exposed in the rain. Her leg was angling around my hip, itching her centre to me. I needed to lift her to fuck her against the wall here.
“You don’t need a condom. Unless youneedone.”
My brain stopped processing anything at that point. I withdrew my fingers, dripping with her juices and lifted her, pulling her knickers away. She wouldn’t need them. Her legs started to wrap round me, her back against the rough rendering of the bar building. We were going to get caught but I wasn’t sure I cared any more. Base need had taken over.
Anya held my cock, guiding it into her and I tried not to slam home, knowing that she was going to need time to adjust. She was tight and I was thick and long and I really didn’t want to hurt her.
She whimpered as I entered her, pausing partly to give her time and to try to hold off coming too soon. She clamped tight around me, heat and wetness nearly making me lose anything left of my mind.
Her legs told me to move as she tried to tease me to enter her further. I heard the sea, the rhythm pound and pulse and my hips began to match it, her calls being lost in the sound of the pouring rain. One of her hands gripped my shoulder, the other in my hair, pulling as I fucked her.
She contracted around me, her fingers digging in me harder.
“You going to come for me?” I didn’t know how I said the words because any blood I had wasn’t in my brain.
“Yes.”
