Page 6 of No One’s Daughter

​I was coming.

​My pussy clenched around the length of him, each wave gripping him eagerly, urging him to join me.

​I could feel the smile on his lips as I moaned and trembled beneath him, and then he was grunting his own release. He kissed me as he emptied himself inside me, and all I could think about was how I’d really needed that.

​I’d needed that release, that momentary lapse in judgement, to go against what my head normally told me. It had felt fucking amazing. Maybe I should start fucking strangers in dingy alleyways more often. Though, when said like that, it really didn’t sound like the smartest—certainly not the safest—option. But then I would have missed out on the best orgasm of my life that hadn’t been at my own hand. Imagine the possibilities in a world where I didn’t have to constantly worry about my safety.

​“You alright, love?” he asked, pulling me back to reality.

​“Perfect, thanks,” I said, detangling myself from him and righting my clothes.

​“Listen, I don’t normally do this. But… I don’t know, you intrigue me,” he paused momentarily, his gorgeous eyes roaming my body. “Want to come back to my place and carry on?”

​I laughed, and despite his offer being seriously tempting, I told him a firm no. I picked up my handbag, rummaging within it for my phone. What time was it?

​“At least tell me your name,” he teased.

​“Why ruin the fantasy? You got what you wanted and so did I, let's just leave it at that,” I said with a smile. Because I couldn’t stop smiling, even though I’d tried. He’d somehow fucked me senseless, leaving me satiated and grinning like an idiot.

​“What if I want more?” he mused, his head tilted to the side, suddenly looking a lot more predatory, and I was reminded that I was alone, in an alleyway with this stranger, as handsome as he was. I quickly shot a text to my regular taxi driver, Phil, praying and hoping he’d have availability. He usually worked the weekends and had often picked me up from this club.

​“Then you’d be out of luck,” I said, waving my phone at him as we walked back to the front of the club. “I’ve already booked a taxi.”

​He clicked his tongue and chuckled softly.

“Alright, but at least let me wait with you and see you into that taxi safely.”

I considered it and I supposed there was no harm in that. My gut told me he was a decent guy, and besides, we were out the front of the club now, in the busy street. What could he really do here? “Alright,” I agreed.

“So… do you come here often?”

I let out a huff of a laugh at that and replied with a question rather than an answer. “Do you?”

He shoved a hand into his jean pocket. “I’d be lying if I said no. I work hard and party harder. Can’t say I’ve seen you before, though. I know I’d remember you.”

That earned him a genuine smile as I looked down to my phone to see a text from Phil letting me know he’d be with me in five minutes. Thank the heavens. Although, in just five minutes I'd never see this handsome stranger again. Part of me wondered if I’d regret my decision to not learn his name later, but who was I kidding, I didn’t want a relationship. I didn’t even want the hassle of friends with benefits. No, this was a once and once only kind of shag.

“I suppose you have easy pickings here, huh?”

He chuckled. “I suppose,” then he paused for a moment, his hooded eyes raking over me again. “But there’s only one woman I’m interested in right now and she’s standing right in front of me. I have a feeling there’s no point in asking for your number though, is there?”

“You guessed right.”

He feigned heart break just as my taxi pulled up and I hurried off into it, leaving him with nothing but a grin.

Goodbye, random hot guy.

Maybe in another life we could have been something.

CHAPTER THREE

Ailsa

I HAD PHIL drop me off at a burger van as we passed it. The mouthwatering smell of greasy onions had me convinced I absolutely needed a burger and chips like right now. An impulsive decision for sure, but I was starving. I supposed fucking some hot guy in an alley will do that to a girl. It was fine though, it wasn’t too far from my apartment. The joys of city living.

​I awkwardly waved my thanks to Phil after I handed him a tenner, the taxi already pulling away before I’d properly turned toward the pavement. The sudden quiet felt jarring after the club and my ears still rang from the bass.

​The frigid night air bit immediately. The sweat-damp tendrils of my hair clung cold against the back of my neck, the chill seeping through the thin fabric of my clothes as my skin rapidly cooled. I sighed inwardly at what was undoubtedly about to become a miserably wet night. Living here, you quickly learnt that the weather changed at the drop of a hat, and I swore I could actually smell the rain on its approach. Perhaps it was the buzz from the alcohol already wearing thin, but it felt a lot colder here. I folded my arms across my chest instinctively, hunching lightly as I approached the burger van.