𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍 [𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯 𝘹 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳]

003

you both quickly leave after that, making your way out of the diner. you stop to pay for your meal but the waitress lets you know that he's already covered the check.

he grabs your hand and pulls you out of the front door before you can start protesting.

"you sly bastard, let me pay you back," you insist with a glare, trying to keep up with him as he walks along the sidewalk.

he lets out a small puff of laugher and tuts at you, "no way baby, besides i'm sure you'll be paying me back plenty in no time," he looks both ways before tugging you across the street but then lets go of your hand.

you're about to pout at the loss of contact when he slides his arm across your shoulders, similar to earlier but this time his body is pressed along your side with much more intent.

he starts walking in the same direction as your apartment, you both must live in the same area. without warning you feel his fingertips ghost along the column of your neck and collarbone and you have to hold in a gasp. they brush up and down, gently outlining your throat and leaving a burning trail in their wake.

he turns his head and you feel his nose brush against your hair, bumping gently against it as you walk.

"god you smell fucking gorgeous," he whispers. this man was going to destroy you.

all of a sudden he tugs you both into an alley and you let out a squeak of surprise as he presses you up against the wall. you look around for bystanders but you're both hidden in the shadow of the buildings on either side. you look back up at him.

the hands that were tracing along your neck now painstakingly glide down your front, his gaze follows their path with a sort of reverence. his other hand comes to rest on your lower back, applying pressure so your lower half is pressed against him, your back slightly arching off the wall.

as his hands travel slowly from your collarbones down your navel, your muscles tense under his ministrations, a burning trail being carved by his fingertips, barely even touching you but igniting heat throughout your veins. dear god-

when his fingers reach the point where the edge of your panties would be under your dress, they slowly move back up, and his hand comes to span across the side of your neck, thumb under your chin and securing your head right where he wants it. he has complete control over you.

he slowly ducks his head to the other side of your neck, holding eye contact until he's at your throat and presses hot, open mouthed kisses along your skin, your jaw secured firmly in his grasp. you feel the slight nip of his teeth against your throat and gasp softly before his tongue smoothes over the area, your expelled breath turning to vapor in the frigid air surrounding you both.

you shove your hands into his hair and god was it soft. you threaded your fingers through the strands and tugged lightly when he nipped just below your ear, eliciting a small moan from his lips that reverberated against your pulse. you smiled at the reaction and his thumb smoothes over your jaw in a soothing gesture.

he smiles against your throat, "so fucking pretty," he breathes the words against your skin. his hand adds more pressure to your lower back, pulling you even closer to him than before, you're pressed so close you can feel the solid ridges of his body against your own, the bulge of his cock against your lower stomach. you can feel the heat of his skin through his shirt and it makes you feel even hotter, heat pooling between your thighs and you rub them together, searching for any kind of friction.

he pulls away briefly, "spread your legs baby," he says in a low voice, you can't help but let out a low whine as you loose the friction of your thighs against each other, but quickly get over it when he places his thigh between your own. he's manipulating your body to his will, treating you like a rag doll, one hand holding your head in place, and the other locking your body against his, you were completely at his mercy.

he shifts his thigh so it rubs directly against your center and you let out a small moan at the contact, finally getting some kind of relief from his incessant teasing. you tug at his hair more forcefully than before, unable to stop yourself at the sudden pleasure that shoots down your spine and he mutters a quick 'fuck' under his breath.

his lips finally move from nipping and kissing at your neck and throat, gravitating to leave light kisses across your cheeks, then his hand moves from holding your neck to grasping your chin, you feel him prod at your lips.

"open," he says, tone leaving no room for negotiation, not that you would try.

you quickly grant him access and feel the smooth glide of his thumb entering your mouth, it presses down on your tongue and you suck, using the digit to stifle your moans as his thigh rocks against your clit at a torturously slow pace.

"good girl, that's it," he praises you and the words rush straight down your spine. he has that familiar smirk on his features but there's also an intensity behind his eyes that you hadn't been introduced to yet. he looked like he was trying to control himself, like if he let go he would eat you alive.

you feel completely wanton, being reduced to a state of lust and hunger in a random alleyway in the middle of the night, a man you'd met hours ago stroking his thigh against your core and leaving your underwear a ruined, slick mess. somebody could stumble upon you at any moment, but the idea somehow didn't matter to your lust-hazed mind.

suddenly, he pulls his thigh away and his thumb leaves your mouth with a small 'pop'. you can't stop yourself from letting out a whine, the sudden loss of stimulation on your clit leaving you immensely frustrated, your knees buckling as he leaves you with no support other than the brick wall behind you.

you look up at him and see him smiling at your flustered state, dress hitched high on your thighs, your cheeks and chest flushed with desire, small panting breaths leaving your lips and lighting up the cold air.

you level him with a glare, "you ass," you say. he just laughs at your words and presses his body against yours again, you hate the way you instinctively arch into him, desperate for any kind of friction.

he leans away mockingly when you try to lean into his mouth, opting to press his lips against the shell of your ear instead.

"what's wrong baby?" he taunts, "want something?" it's then that you feel him press the bulge in his pants against your lower half again, his height making it press against your lower stomach and you nod quickly at his insinuation, no longer having any room in your mind to feel shame.

"yea you do," he smiles boyishly, god what an arrogant ass- "that's too bad," you groan when he removes himself from against your form and steps away, opting to grab your hand instead. he leans in, "we still have a bit of a walk till we get home, so try to be patient."

you want to cry as he tugs you behind him and down the sidewalk in the direction of his apartment, trying desperately to stop your weak knees from collapsing.