The Lost Boys Imagines and Preferences (Book 2)

Angry Sex - Marko

He's very well capable of getting out of his shell.

Her insides were like a coiled spring, releasing and tightening each time she brushed her fingers over the sensitive bud. She kept her moans of pleasure masked by the coffee grinder as she finished up in the diner. Her customer snuck sneaky glances and urged her forward. With a cheeky expression, she marched right up to the seductive creature, not able to resist the pull between them.

She'd seen him watching her these past evenings and wanted to learn more. And despite his attempts to fit in with his heavily-patched jacket and white tank top with combat boots, she felt like they could relate; two lost souls yearning for each other.

She drug a passionate hand down his chest, plucking the buttons from his jacket. His expression grew dark and he pulled her atop the counter, setting his coffee aside.

"People Are Strange" played gently in the background, setting the mood.

He ripped the waitress apron from her waist, nuzzling the wet area between her legs. She roughly grasped his shoulders and removed the jacket from his shoulders.

"You were a naughty girl, Y/N." He huskily whispered, delving into her soft folds with his tongue, her fingers running madly through his hair.

"Was I? Not being home on time gets me in trouble, then?" She whimpered.

"You bet it does." He came away, her juices soaking his chin.

A rapid flashing light through the window brought them to attention. "Anyone in there? I'm coming in."

"Crap. We have to hide." She took Marko by the hand and drug him into the kitchen, overlooking the cop who wandered in, seamlessly sipping from the forgotten latte.

"This is the Santa Carla Boardwalk security guard." The cop warned, baring her pistol.

She took Marko into the male bathroom, shoving him into a stall. Next, her panties came off as well as his jeans and boxers. She braces herself against the metal wall as he slammed into her, opting for the tougher side of things. She bit her lip, moaning under her breath.

"If we get caught, you're getting punished at home." Marko promised, pinching the small bud of nerves between her legs, setting off a million fireworks in her body.

They came together, breaching heavy as clothing was fitted and they slip out through the back door.

"Told you. It's impossible to get caught with me."