The Free Fall

Scarlett

I snapped my head to the side and saw the stranger from inside. In the dark alley, face was lit by the floodlight above the door.

The anger returned with a vengeance. I marched right toward him, and without thinking, punched him right in the face.

He slammed backward into the wall and had the decency to look stunned. He quickly stepped off the wall, grabbed me by the shoulders, and pushed me against the wall he was leaning against. I struggled for a second before kicking his shin with my heeled shoe. The small heel squished painfully into his leg and caused him to break his focus on my arms. I slammed my hands down on his inner elbows and caused them to cave, then delivered a strong shove to his shoulders. He stumbled for a second before pulling me backward with him.

My body weight collided with his then we twisted and fell to the ground to where he landed on top of me. The stranger caught some of his weight on his arms but I was still unfortunately crushed underneath him.

We both heaved for air. Wow, I really just fought some dude in an alley.

"Damn, you can fight." He groaned with a small smile. He slowly began to push himself up.

"I could say the same for you. Although I don't remember you ever landing a hit." I laughed, before coughing in a fit. The wind definitely got knocked out of me upon landing flat on my back.

He laughed, and I snapped my head over at the foreign sound. I liked it. He heaved himself up, then extended a hand out to me. I stared at it for a second, trying to decide if it was a trick or not. "Come on, I'm not going to bite." He said, recalling what I had said to him moments ago inside. I took it skeptically and he helped me up. I stood, but one of my heels snapped when I did. I fell forward into him and he caught me by wrapping one arm around my waist and another on my arm.

"Shit, sorry. I think a heel-" I paused when I tilted my head up to look at him and his intense, light eyes were staring intensely down at me. Without a moments pause, he swept down and captured my lips with his. I jerked away, pushing at his chest.

I turned to the side and stared at the ground. My lips tingled and my waist was burning from his touch. Why was I feeling this way? I wasn't innocent in the subject of men, but I had never felt like this before. Looking back over to where he stood, I saw he was standing beside me with breaths deep enough to strain at the fabric of his shirt. He was impossibly attractive. His hair was mussed from our tousle, his eyes were electrified and focused on me.

When was the last time that I didn't consider the consequences of an action? When was the last time I lived for myself, and not in fear of my mother?

The silence stretched on, and I could start to see uncertainty seeping into his features. Maybe it was the four strongly poured drinks, but I found myself stepping forward on my good heel and crashing into him. My hands went to his hair and I smashed my lips against his.

He quickly turned us around and pushed me up against the wall again. My hands quickly untucked his shirt from his pants and began to rapidly undo his shirt buttons. When I completed my task, I quickly pulled it down his arms and traced my fingertips across the hard planes of his chest. He growled as his muscles flexed under my touch. God, he was built.

I had no idea what had come over me. I hardly dated, nonetheless threw myself at men in dark alleys. But there I was, throwing all of my rationale out the window as I was with a stranger whom I didn't even know the name of. The buzz from my drinks electrified the sensations in my head and the trail of tingles his fingertips left on my body.

His hands trailed under my dress, hiking it up over my waist. I sighed as his kisses trailed down my neck and across the tops of my exposed cleavage. Meanwhile, his fingers hooked over the strings of my underwear and pulled it down my legs, causing my stomach to flip in excitement. My eyes fluttered closed as his lips broke from my chest and he crouched to kiss my thighs. My underwear hung around my ankles and his strong hands gripped my waist as his kisses trailed up my inner thighs excruciatingly slowly. My knees grew weak, and his hands quickly took my body weight and gently kept me pressed against the wall.

His mouth soon drew close to where I needed it to be and I moaned, "Please."

He smirked against my thigh, so achingly close, "Please what?" His teeth brushed against the sensitive skin and caused me to shudder.

"P-please." I couldn't find words. I was surprised I still remembered how to breathe.

"What, you want me to..." He paused, letting his breath fan over the bundle of nerves at the apex of my thighs. "Here?" he breathed, causing another shudder to go through me. His tongue gently grazed over my core, then abruptly pulled away.

"I s-swear to god, if you stop I will literally-" I began but stopped when he pressed the entirety of his tongue against me. I inhaled sharply, my eyes rolling to the back of my head. My hands fisted his hair and my pants grew heavy. He hiked one of my legs over his shoulder, leaving my foot dangling by his ribs. He spread me wider with his fingers, giving more access for his expert tongue to explore. My fingers gripped his head tighter as he hit all the right spots then let a small cry escape my lips as waves of pleasure exploded inside me. The waves spread from my center to my fingertips and I felt like I was floating.

He hummed against me, sending a shockwave of pleasure up again. He stood, swiping a thumb at the corner of his mouth while giving me a sexy grin. I grabbed him by his wrists, reeled him back in, and smashed my mouth to his. He groaned, his hands finding my breasts.

"We should stop now if you don't wan't to finish this." His breaths were heavy against my lips. I responded by grabbing his pants and began to unbutton them. He swore under his breath and helped me lower his pants and underwear. His hand slowly lifted my right thigh, his member brushing against my entrance. I glanced down, and let a small breath escape. He was incredible, and I saw silver glinting back at me, a piercing?

He smirked, catching me looking. I raised my eyes back to his, worry pulling at my features. He gave me a reassuring look, then he quickly slid inside me. I couldn't help the cry that escaped my lips. I had been with other men before, and they were by no means small, but feeling this man inside me felt like I'd never had sex before. My face buried into his neck, my breaths spreading across his bare shoulders.

"I got you." He murmured into my skin. He slowly pulled out and began to establish a rhythm. My eyes rolled back and I tipped my head backward pleasure beginning to fill my senses again. "Fuck." He growled, pressing his hands into my lower back as he pushed himself deeper.

I was seeing stars. I felt like I was going to pass out but yet at the same time I felt like all of my senses were alive. He tipped his head forward against my chest and pressed kisses into my breasts. I was close, feeling the fluttering, tightening feeling coming back.

"Oh- oh my-" I began but when I came crashing down, I fell into him, my arms falling around his broad shoulders. He plunged deep inside me, finding his own orgasm, before a loud sound pierced the air. I opened my eyes from where I was buried in his neck, and saw two gigantic, raven black wings exploding from his back. I leaned back and saw that his eyes had turned so pale blue, they looked white.

Shock numbed me. He was a wingman.