by Mia Ford
It’s then that a tiny bit of logic enters my mind. Right now, as we stand in this alley, the air is heating around us. We’re groping each other desperately, and my hands are already halfway to pulling Kyle’s shirt off, just so I can feel his chest against me. His hands are sliding underneath my skirt, inching closer and closer to my dampened panties.
If we don’t stop this now, we’re going to end up having sex right here in this alley. The idea isn’t a hugely bad one, my lust is telling me, but I force myself to remember that we’ll both still need to get home afterward.
I don’t want to stop. But I don’t want to keep going here, either.
“W-wait,” I gasp, and groan, my eyes sliding shut, as Kyle fingers the band of my underwear. “Wait, we need to…”
“Need to what?” Kyle asks huskily in my ear.
It’s so hard to pull away. Everything about him is drawing me toward him, from the feel of his hands on my skin to his smell to the look in his eyes, which captures me and makes fire dance over my skin. It’s hard to think with how hot the area around me is.
“My place,” I moan out.
His fingers pause.
“What?” he asks, blinking, as blind with lust as I am.
“We need… We need a bed,” I say, wrapping my arms around his neck and pulling his head down. I want to kiss him again, but… “My place is closest.”
Jacqui Clark, my best friend, is going to murder me, I think dimly, when I tell her about this. Not only do I proposition a random stranger in an alley after my ex assaults me, but then I offer to take him back to my place. I can almost hear her scolding me in my mind.
It isn’t enough to take back my offer or to stop looking forward to what will happen once we get back to my apartment.
Kyle, though, frowns, some of the lust fading from his eyes.
“Are you sure?” he asks.
For crying out loud! I tug him into a kiss, sucking his tongue into my mouth. Only when I need to breathe again do I let him go, and I’m pleased to see that the dazed look is back in his eyes.
“Yes,” I say.
I wriggle against him, deliberately bucking my hips against his tight pants, and he groans wantonly as I slide back to the ground, unwinding my legs around him. I turn and take two steps away, swinging my hips deliberately.
“I’m only on the next street over,” I say over my shoulder.
For a moment I think he won’t follow me. But then I hear his heavy footsteps coming after me, and I grin to myself. Neither of us is getting out of this without some fun.
Due to our escape from Jesse, we aren’t far from my apartment at all. Still, by the time we get to my apartment, some of the all-encompassing need has faded a little, though my hands tremble a little as I unlock the door. My apartment is dark, and I search for a light switch, suddenly tense as Kyle enters quietly behind me.
He closes the door as I flick the light on, and we look at each other. In the alley, as I teased and dragged him along with me, it seemed like such a good idea to come here. Now, though, in the light of my apartment, the realization that I don’t know Kyle at all hits me like a freight train.
At least he looks just as awkward as I feel. He clears his throat and looks around, his huge form oddly out of place in my little apartment. His jacket is slung over his elbow, and I’m glad that he remembered to pick it up, even if it looks a little dirty now.
“So…” I say.
He attempts a smile.
“Coffee?” he asks.
For a moment I think he’s serious. Then I see the teasing glint in his eyes and I start to laugh, the tension breaking in an instant. Kyle’s grin widens and I step toward him, putting my hands on his shoulders.
“We can do coffee,” I agree. “Or we can continue where we left off. What would you prefer?”
My hand drifts downward, playing with the hem of his jeans, and his breath catches, the amusement fading from his face. I slip my fingers underneath the hem, and I can feel the way his skin is heating up once more.
Then, with a growl, he spins me around and pushes me up against the front door.
“I think I’d prefer you,” he says huskily.
He kisses me harshly, biting at my lower lip, and I moan against his mouth, wrapping my arms around his waist and spreading my feet apart so that his body can comfortably fit against mine. His hips buck against mine and my fingers dig into his hips.
Kyle pulls back slightly, panting against me.
“What do you want?” he asks.
I know exactly what I want.
“Your shirt needs to be off,” I say, pulling at the hem and pushing it up over his stomach.
He chuckles, the sound low and deep, and it reverberates through his chest, which is pressed against mine. He obligingly leans back, though, and allows me to tug the shirt up and over his head, helping me as it slides over his arms.
Then I have full access to his amazing muscles. They flex beneath my hands, and I could just stand here all day, feeling them. I never knew I had such a fascination for finely toned muscles.
“Are my muscles all you want?” Kyle asks.
I almost want to snark at him and tell him “yes”. But then he breathes into my ear and gently nips my earlobe, and the words get caught in my throat before they can leave. One of his hands slides under my shirt, his fingertips leaving fiery trails over my hips, and the other is sneaking under my skirt again. My head drops back as I groan, my eyes fluttering closed.
“No,” I moan. “I want you.”
“And how do you want me?” Kyle asks.
Too many questions, and not enough room to think them through with all my thought processes being taken up by his questing fingers. I gasp as the hand under my shirt ventures higher, playing with lace on my bra.
“Oh god, fuck me,” I gasp out, pressing against him.
He laughs again. His mouth is still against my ear, breathing against it and sending shuddering waves of pleasure through my entire body.
“I can do that,” he murmurs. “I can fuck you so hard that you won’t remember him at all.”
It takes me a moment to realize what he’s talking about. That’s right, the reason all this started was because I wanted to forget about Jesse. It’s funny that I’ve already forgotten.
“Please,” I moan.
I just want Kyle’s hands on me. I want to feel his calloused fingers caressing my skin, and playing over my body. I want his lips on mine as he tugs my hair and presses impossibly close. I want to feel him in me as he takes me over and over again until all I can think about is him.
Maybe Kyle sees some of this desire in my eyes. His lips capture mine once more. He takes his hands off me, and I moan a protest into the kiss before I realize that he’s tugging down the zipper of my skirt and pulling it down my hips. I step out of it and then wriggle out of my shirt as he pulls it up, breaking the kiss for a moment as it slides over my head, leaving me clad in only my underwear.
His jeans rub against my bare skin; Kyle is wearing far too many clothes, too. I tug at his belt buckle and pull it off. My movements are impatient, now, and his darting hands are just as frantic, overtaken by the boiling lust that has descended on us both. I want him, all of him, and I’m not satisfied with anything less right now.
Finally, I flick open the button on his jeans and he steps out of them, kicking them away. He only has boxers on, now, and his dick is hard and insistent within them. We look at each other, taking in our almost naked bodies.
“I want you so fucking bad right now,” Kyle says, panting harshly.
“Then do something about it,” I challenge him.
His hands grab my hips and pull me in closer.
“Where’s the bedroom?” he growls into my ear.
Bed… Oh, right, a bed would be preferable to the hallway, wouldn’t it? I fight past the haziness in my mind. A bed sounds amazing right now.
“Down the hall…to the left,” I manage to say.
His skin is aga
inst mine, hot and sweaty, and the inferno is building further and further around us. My chest is heaving with each breath, and my head is spinning from it all. The lights whirl above me, and I can barely remember how to make my way to my own room.
Kyle is intoxicating. He’s so close and all I want is to be closer. The world has narrowed until it’s only the two of us there.
He doesn’t seem to be looking any better than me. His face flushes and his pupils are dilated. Despite his question, he hasn’t made a single step toward the bedroom either, desperate not to lose the connection between the two of us for even a second.
It’s so much. It’s almost too much. But I never want to it to end as I writhe against him, feeling him and smelling him, his overwhelming presence surrounding me.
Then my mind starts moving again and I breathe in deeply, trying to calm my roiling mind for a single moment.
“Bedroom,” I remind him, though it’s hard to keep that thought while his thumbs are massaging circles into my hips. “Down the hall, to the left.” I lift my hands and bury them in his hair, lifting myself up so I can be closer to his face. “And then you can fuck me as hard as you want.”
Kyle shudders and he steps back. I clasp his hands, not wanting to lose him completely, and pull him in the direction I want to go. We have to step over some half-unpacked boxes as we go, but neither of us notices much as we go, too focused on our goal and what will happen next.
Tomorrow will be a new day, when the two of us, as strangers, will face one another and say goodbye. As such, I fully intend on getting everything I can out of tonight.
Chapter Four
Kyle
She’s still wearing those fucking heels, despite the fact that she’s only clad in panties and a bra, her hips swaying tantalizing as she leads me towards her bedroom. A distant part of my mind notes that the apartment is a bit of a mess right now, but I can’t find it in me to care. My entire focus is on Allison and the alluring smile on her lips.
I don’t know why Allison has decided that she wants me. I don’t know why she suddenly kissed me and convinced me to follow her to her apartment, knowing that we were going to have sex. It’s somehow different to the girls that I take home from the bar for a single night; I stopped that bastard from assaulting her, and now I’m going to sleep with her? It feels like I’ve missed a step somewhere.
But it’s hard to remember that with her half-naked in front of me, as she uses her body to drag me in closer. The way her hands run over me, worshipping my skin and melting into me, makes fire burn deep inside me. And now I’m too full of lust to even want to think logically. All I want is Allison, so I follow her to the bedroom, wanting everything she will give me and to give her everything I can.
As such, I don’t stop my body, when we reach the closed door of her bedroom, from pushing her up against it and capturing her lips in another scorching kiss, desperate to feel every line of her body again. We’ve walked barely six steps from the front door, but even that feels too far. I’m addicted to the feel of her, and there’s no way I’ll ever be able to get enough.
She doesn’t seem to mind, kissing me back just as enthusiastically. She fumbles with the doorknob behind her, and then the door swings open, making us stumble into the darkened room. Allison’s hand flicks out and catches a switch before we go too far, bathing the room in light.
The room is small and there are several boxes here, too. Several of them are in the way, and Allison pulls back with a scowl to kick them aside. I wince as one box clinks, wondering if there’s anything breakable in there.
Then her eyes are on me again, burning with passion, and I forget all about the box.
The bed is large and unmade, and I can imagine her rushing out of bed in the morning, forgetting to clean up after herself in her hurry. Allison smiles, pulling me backward, and I reach out, fully intent on tumbling down on the bed with her.
But, before I can do anything, she changes positions on me and pushes me down first. I land on the mattress with a muffled whump, and I stare up at her as she leans over me, her hair forming a curtain around us that cuts off the outside world.
“God, I want to feel every bit of you,” she whispers, her hands drifting down my sides. My hips buck upwards without my permission. “I want to feel every inch of you inside me.”
I groan and grip her hips as she swings a leg over me and straddles my lap. I can feel the heat of her skin teasing mine, but she’s sitting on her knees, hovering just shy of my groin. She slides her hands up my chest and then her fingers tighten on my shoulders as she leans her face towards mine.
“You’re still wearing too much,” she murmurs.
And then she lowers herself down and our clothed groins meet. It’s both too much and not enough all at once, and I pant beneath her, my arms going around her as I fumble with the latch of her bra. These fucking things are always too hard to handle, but I’m careful not to be too harsh on it; last time, I broke it, and the woman I was with hadn’t been impressed.
“So are you,” I say, my voice rough with need.
The bra suddenly loosens in my hand and I push it off her shoulders, leaning up to press fleeting kisses that make her shiver down her arm as I do so. Her breasts bounce free of their confines and I abandon her arm to bite at the soft skin on her right breast instead, making her gasp and arch her back.
“So fucking sensitive,” I growl with a grin. “And we haven’t even gotten to the best part.”
I move down to her nipple, which is already hardening in the chilly air, and lick it teasingly. Allison groans, wriggling on my lap, and my hips buck upward in response. Shit! I’m achingly hard, and far too close to the edge.
Trying to take my mind off the waves of lust that are threatening to drag me under, I wrap my mouth around the nipple and swirl my tongue around it, biting lightly. Allison gasps and writhes on me, and I slip my hands downward so I can rub my palms on the insides of her thighs, kneading the skin there. Her legs obligingly fall further apart, and I use one of my hands to touch her wet panties, teasing her as she tries to rub frantically against me.
“These need to come off,” I growl, lifting my mouth off her breast.
I finger the band of her panties and tug them down. Allison lifts her hips first and then slips off my lap when I can’t pull them down any further so she can step out of them, leaving her totally naked. I sit up and push my boxers down as well, kicking them off to the side somewhere.
For a moment we look at each other, hungrily taking one another in.
“You’re so fucking perfect,” I say with a slow smile. “I can’t wait to be in you.”
She steps forward and I slip one arm around her waist, pulling her in so that she’s standing between my legs. My other arm cups the back of her neck and I lean up to meet her lips. The kiss is sloppy and frenzied, our hands flying everywhere as we touch and taste and feel, but we’re close now, too close, to the edge of it. There’s no more teasing. I need her now.
I stand suddenly, pushing Allison backward a step, and our kiss breaks. She doesn’t have time to do anything more than give me a startled look before I change our positions, turning us around so that I can push her down onto the bed, leaning over. I brace my arms on either side of her head and thrust against her body, both of us groaning at the overwhelming sensations.
“Shit!” Allison says, throwing her head back. “Shit!”
I let out a breathless laugh, distantly amused that I have reduced her to single syllable swear words. I pant harshly; it’s hard to catch my breath in the heat that’s surrounding us, which forms tight bands around my chest as my body aches for release.
“I’m going to fuck you now,” I promise. “I’m going to fuck you hard.”
I pull back and, with one hand, line myself up at her entrance. I meet her eyes briefly, taking in the glazed lust that I know I’m sharing, and then I slide into her.
It’s overwhelming. The heat of her body almost drowns me, and her muscles are pressing
so tightly against me that I almost let go then and there. I pause, shuddering, catching my breath, before I push further into her, bit by bit. Allison writhes beneath me, her hips thrusting down shallowly as she tries to take more of me in.
Finally, after what seems like forever, I’m fully seated in her. I stop, breathing deeply, and she stills too, adjusting to the feel of me in her. Sweat is pouring off my skin and my head is spinning.
Then Allison’s thighs clench around me and she looks up at me, her eyes burning.
“Move,” she commands.
I can’t do anything other than obey. I slide out of her until only the tip is still teasing her entrance, and then I thrust my hips forwards, snapping back into her body with a force that jolts us both. Not pausing for even a moment, I thrust into her again, and then again.
Allison’s nails scrabble at my shoulders as she tries to find purchase on my slick skin, and her hips thrust against mine, pulling me deeper and deeper. The whole world has narrowed until there is only me, her and the connection that has sprung up between us. I reach down to pull one of Allison’s legs up to my hip, changing the angle of my thrusts, and she lets out a choked cry as I hit her g-spot, making shuddering waves go through her.
“Harder, fuck me harder,” she moans.
Heat is crashing down over the two of us, building into an inferno that blazes around us and tears at me. Allison is gasping out sobs, writhing in pleasure, clutching at me with an unforgiving grip, and I feel like I’m about to burst.
Then, finally, a wave of lust sends me over the edge, and I let out a cry as my entire body shakes with its release. Allison trembles with me, and I thrust twice more, riding out our orgasms together.
After long moments, the heat slowly begins to dissipate. My arms tremble with the effort to continue holding me up. When it becomes too much, I pull out of Allison, completely spent, and crash down on the bed beside her. We pant together, breaths heaving at our chests.
“Wow,” Allison finally says.
She looks over at me. I give her a tired grin back. My legs feel like jelly, and it’s hard to believe that, only an hour or so ago, I was heading home to go to bed.
