There was something about him.
There was something about him that was making my blood hum with life - making me excited enough to get up from where I was sitting in that dark, dingy bar. Something that made me take his hand in my own, tug him to the back - a lack of inhibition I shouldn't have with so little alcohol in my system.
But the way this complete stranger was looking at me - green eyes full of incorruptible lust - wearing a leather jacket that was begging to be taken off, I couldn't take it.
I slammed him so hard against the wall, it took us both by surprise. But then my lips were on his, kissing and his neck, biting, and back to his mouth again - dragging my tongue over his bottom lip so slowly, it was agonising. At least, that's what the tent in his pants told me.
"Straight down to business, huh?"
He asks, smirk playing at the edge of his lips. I shut him up with my lips, snaking my arm around his neck so we were pressed close together.
"I like a woman who knows what she wants."
He says between kisses. His hands grip at my love handles, but eventually settle on my ass - like he wants more, like he just can't get enough of me.
I rip off the buttons of his shirt and he looks at me like I've given him the shock of his life.
"Then shut up and give it to me."
He smirks before turning me around, slamming me against the wall he was just pressed to. But we don't stop there. Oh, no. Between the kisses, and the scratches, somehow we're outside. He picks me clean off the ground, and presses me roughly against the door of a car.
And Christ, his mouth is working wonders. Drawing me out and kneading me back together like an expert, he unhooks my bra in one swift motion. His lips haven't left mine - not for one moment. Not until he opens the door and I slide onto the back seats.
He discards his clothes as quickly as he can. But when I start to do the same, he stops me. His hands drag me lower so he's directly above me.
And his eyes, man, his eyes look at me like he's gonna take his slow, sweet time exploring my body. My shirt goes first, and he massages my tits. With one finger swirling around my erect nipple, he's already making me wetter than anyone else I've ever fucked.
His mouth quickly takes its place and my hips buck up instinctively. That and the friction between his jeans and my skin, sends rivulets of pleasure down my bloodstream.
My nails dig into his bare back, no doubt leaving marks someone else will see. But I don't care. In this moment, there's only this man and his sinful mouth - moving lower and closer to where I needed him most.
The rest of my clothes are around my ankles and eventually out of the way. He doesn't stop for a second, head dipping in. He spreads my legs apart with his hands, mouth first, then that expert tongue, until I'm hot and needy and absolutely helpless.
But the man does not stop. He rids of his own clothes and asks if I'm ready. And when I nod yes, there's no hesitation. There's no letting me adjust, no asking if I'm okay. And it's exactly what I want.
His car shakes as he moves. His pace speeds up, slows down, makes me come close but then pulls back again. And my thighs are shaking. My mind is racing.
I want to cum. I want to cum so badly, I reach down and touch myself. This doesn't deter him. In fact, his motion intensifies, till he's reaching a point so deep inside me, my nails dig hard into his skin, drawing blood.
He grunts with every slow, agonisingly needed, thrust. I sink my teeth into his neck when he pulls my thigh up, moving deeper and deeper until finally, he rips apart my universe.
No sound escapes my lips but God, I feel like my heart's about to give out. My chest heaves up and down from the exertion, trying to normalise. But a few seconds later, when he cums, I feel the familiar hum of desire again.
And it's ridiculous.
It's ridiculous how much I want this man I just met.
We clean up quickly and dress even quicker. And when we're finally out of the car, he asks,
"You get everything you want?"
I shrug and he shakes his head in amusement. I smile a little and kiss him one last time. Then I reach over and give his ass a good squeeze.
"As good as that pretty little ass of yours is....I got plans."
"Yeah, like what?"
He calls out as I walk away. But I don't answer. And it feels really fucking good.
