I take her hand and pull her to me. As her body slams into mine I can tell that she’s stiff, concerned, not too sure about this, but I can shed those fears. Especially when it feels so right to have her in my arms.
“What are you doing?” she gushes. “I have to get back inside…”
“Your friend is asleep, isn’t she?” I press my lips against her forehead. “You have time.”
“I know, but…” She wants an excuse but there isn’t one. “I suppose you’re right.”
I drag her around the corner to a shadowy alleyway where I press her against the wall and kiss her hard. There isn’t any sweetness. It’s all just hot steamy passion. My hands knot up in her hair and my mouth explores every inch of her. My tongue mixes in with hers, Tia lets the resistance melt away and she rolls her hips into mine.
“Shane, we…” she whispers, dragging her lips away from mine. “We shouldn’t.”
I barely pull my mouth off of hers, I just continue to kiss her all over her face and lips, her throat too. My hands slip down and cup her breasts, my thumb brushing over her nipples as I go. The material of her T-shirt is thin enough for me to feel how hard they are. Her body is reacting to me, betraying any feelings she might be trying to hide. Not that she’s keeping them down any longer. She’s moaning excitedly for me.
I move my hands down lower, grazing her eager waist as I go. I press her ass back against the wall, creating a little bit of distance between us so I can slip my fingers into the waistband of her sweatpants. I can imagine her wearing these to work. They are simple and easy to peel off in a hurry. The drinks afterwards, which I’m very grateful for because they have loosened her up enough to get her here with me, must have been a spur of the moment thing. A bit like this. I wanted to be invited in so we could both get a release, but actually I’m surprisingly happy to just feel her body and to see that gorgeous expression on her face as she loses it.
“Oh shit.” Tia’s head lolls to one side as I brush the outside of her underwear. Again, she has simple panties on which I like. “Oh fuck, Shane. We really shouldn’t be…”
She can’t seem to forget where we are. I suppose we are out in public which she might not be used to, but she isn’t shoving me off which I have to take as a good sign. If anything as I brush her clit on the outside of the thin material, she’s pushing herself into me. She would probably let me fuck her right here…
A grunt flies out of my mouth as I shove the material to one side and I push a finger between her folds, feeling her delicious, intoxicating wetness. She’s hot, soaking, desperate. I slip another finger in, and another. She bucks her hips, basically fucking my fingers because she needs it so badly. She’s becoming unraveled and unhinged already. The pants and gasps flying out of her throat are utterly delicious.
“Oh, Shane. Fuck.” I practically lift her from the ground as I finger fuck her harder. “Shit, this is…”
She cries out far louder than I’m sure she wants to. She can’t help herself which makes it even sexier. I lift her from the ground and let her wrap her legs around me. I can plunge my fingers even deeper into her now which tips her over the edge. She calls out at the same moment her walls clamp around me. Tia shudders and buckles, falling apart in my arms. I hold her tightly, I don’t want to let her fall to the ground, she’s too precious for that.
“Oh shit.” Her face falls against my throat; her breaths tickle me intensely. Holding Tia like this while she gathers herself back up is seriously sweet. It makes my heart hurt in a weird way. I don’t want to let her go. I hold her tightly and actually rub her back a little as everything inside of her tries to calm right down.
This is trouble, I think to myself idly. What the hell am I doing here?
“I need to go.” Tia slides back off me and refuses to meet my eyes. “That was… nuts.”
“Tia, I…” I don’t know what I’m going to say but it doesn’t matter, she isn’t going to give me a chance. Tia races away, probably finding comfort in the street lights, as she races to her home. “Okay then.”
I feel oddly deflated as she goes. I lean out just to see the door close behind her. That was fun, but I kinda wanted more. I wanted to spend some time with her, to actually get to know her a bit. That’s probably a good thing, I don’t want to get all sucked into these weird feelings which spell danger. Tia has undoubtedly done me a favor by racing away like that. Even if it hurts a lot. Way more than it should.