She’s hesitant for three seconds, exactly two heartbeats before she gives in, tongue wetting my lips, body sagging against mine in a defeat so volatile it makes her knees buckle beneath her.
Her back presses against the brick again, mouths dueling for dominance as our tongues dance in tandem.
“Please,” she begs. “Just let me go.”
“Impossible,” I whisper against her lips. “I won’t give up on you.”
For whatever reason, that admission ignites something inside of her. Her hands find their way to my zipper, the metal teeth dragging down in desperation before she pops the button and forces my already hard cock out of my boxers. The heat of her mouth is everything I imagined it to be… perfection.
What bothers me is how good she is at this. How her knees hit the filthy dirt, and she sucks me off like this is repetition for her. What exactly has she been up to these past few years? Am I reading into this too much?
“Poppy, what are you doing?”
She looks up at me with doe-like eyes, the same eyes that used to pin me in place with withered glares, and threats of annihilation behind wide-rimmed glasses. She doesn’t have her glasses on today, but it’s still her. Somewhere beneath this broken and frail woman, is the fiery girl I fell in love with all those years ago.
“Something you’ve been wanting for a very long time.” She only takes a breath long enough to say that sentence, before she’s back to sucking me off again. My fingers thread into her hair, guiding her mouth along my cock as she sends waves of pleasure through all of my nerve-endings.
Stop thinking about who she’s been with, Voor.
Erase them all.
Without hesitation, I guide her to her feet, bringing those slightly swollen lips back up to mine, and owning them like they’ve always belonged to me. She parts her legs with ease, allowing my fingers to toy and play with her clit until she’s moaning her acceptance against my lips.
“Please, Wes, make me forget.”
I drop to my knees, rolling my tongue over her slit once I’ve pushed her panties to the side, and hike up her skirt enough to bury myself between her thighs.
She lets out another moan, this time louder. Her hands dig into my shoulder blades, grabbing onto my cut, anchoring me so I don’t drift away. But how can I leave when I finally have her just where I want her?
She cries out when her orgasm hits. It’s faster than either of us could’ve predicted, coming within seconds of my tongue andfingers combining to find that sweet spot that sends her over the edge.
“Oh god!” she whimpers, legs shaking with a slight tremble. “Don’t stop.”
“I won’t.”
She practically melts against me when another orgasm ricochets through her, and I slowly rise, my cock ready to find a home inside her and never leave.
This wasn’t what I imagined our first time being, but I honestly don’t know if I’ll get another chance. This woman is more bipolar than the people diagnosed with it.
“Fuck me, Wesley.”
My mouth hovers over the slope of her neck, eyes darkening as her filthy words harden me more. “Is this where you want our first time to be. Here… in the darkened alley of Fernley, pushed up against a wall with a trashcan as our only cover?”
Tears form in her eyes, and I’m not exactly sure why.
“I have too many memories in places just like this.” She clutches my cut, her bony fingers digging in with desperation. “Only you can erase them.”
My hand cups her cheek, wiping away a stray tear that slides down her face cautiously. “Poppy. Fuck. What the hell has happened to you?”
She blinks a few times, bottom lip quivering, fighting whatever fucked up memories are dragging her down to a place she doesn’t want to be.
“Hell, Wes. Hell has happened to me.”
She pulls me in without warning, lips covering mine as she viciously steals another kiss, this time rubbing my cock at the same time, hardening me more. “Make me forget, Wesley. Please.”
We slide her shorts down her legs, low enough for her to step out of one side to give me enough space to move her up the wall.Our lips never part. Not when I shred her thong with my hand, ripping it violently off her before stuffing it into my pocket.
She moans in anticipation, head thrown back as my cock lines up with her entrance, and plunges in without warning. Nails dig into my back as I pick up speed, her warmth intoxicating me, her moans only making me want her more.
