“You look all sexy when you’re mad,” Shane groans as he drags me down a dark path away from the bright lights of the street of bars. “I want you to come and find me every time you’re angry.”
He shoves me back against the wall and sucks all the breath from my lungs. All the questions that I have for him flow away from me, I’m completely consumed by him, nothing else matters. As Shane kisses me again, the rest of the world simply melts away. The cold night air whips around my thighs, reminding me that I wore a dress as armor for a reason. I wanted to look my best for this argument to protect myself, but that hasn’t exactly worked. Instead now, it’s giving him much easier access to me. Access which Shane is using to his advantage. His hands are already at the top of my legs, massaging me dangerously close to where I’m aching for him.
“Oh fuck,” I gasp as my head lolls to one side. His fingers massage the outside of my underwear, brushing ever so lightly against my clit. I need more though; it isn’t anywhere near enough. “Fuck, Shane.”
I grab onto his neck, slipping my hands up to his head. His dark cropped hair feels sexy, I continue to rub it as he slips his fingers into my panties, and grazes my pubic hair. In the back of my brain, I’m acutely aware of his erection. I can’t feel it, but I want to, and I know it has to be there somewhere.
I move my hands down Shane’s back as he plunges his fingers into me, intensifying the heady lust shooting through me like lightning bolts, and I eventually slide them around the front. Instantly I graze that thick steel rod and an involuntary moan explodes from my lips. I fiddle with his zipper the best that I can as he sends me crazy with his hands. I’m shaking, I’m trembling, but my desperation wins out as his trousers drops down.
“Fucking hell, Tia,” Shane growls as I dig my hand into his boxers and I grip his thick cock. I’ve felt him before, I know how damn huge he is, but this reminder is fervent. I think because I have all these conflicting emotions bolting, anger mixed in with everything else, intensifying everything.
I stroke him, gently at first but I get harder and faster as he pumps into me. My eyes fall closed, the rest of the world becomes nothing but a mystery and I don’t even care. None of that matters except him and me.
“You’re kinkier than you look,” Shane whispers to me. “I love that about you.”
I like that about myself too. I didn’t know it was ever going to be a part of my personality, but Shane has pulled that from me. The fact that it so clearly gets him going is even more thrilling for me. A red fog overcomes me and I push him back ever so slightly. His eyes widen in shock so I reply with a smirk and I keep my gaze fixed on his as I slowly drop down to my knees. His cock twitches in front of me, he’s eager for me, which makes my pulse pound. I grip him again and pump, my mouth watering desperately. I’m so eager to taste him, it’s wild. I wait a couple of moments though until I can see in his face that he’s really losing it. That’s the second I let my tongue flick out and graze his tip. His whole body reacts, he tenses up and bucks a little, eager for my mouth.
“Tia,” he whispers. “You have no idea what you’re doing to me here.”
I part my lips and wrap them around him, starting only with his edge and slowly pushing him into my mouth. Shane uses the fact that I’m against the wall to push himself in further, until he hits the back of my throat. I feel myself open up to him in a new way and I’m actually grateful for the fullness of his length. As I moan and it vibrates all the way through me, I see him nearly lose his mind.
I’m in public, just outside a bar, with this gorgeous man’s cock in my mouth like I’m a common whore and I’m absolutely on fire. What the hell is wrong with me? It’s like I don’t know myself at all.
“Fucking hell, you sexy, dirty girl.” Shane’s fingers tug eagerly at my hair. He’s trying to guide my movements, but he’s too turned on to really take control. Especially when I circle my tongue up and down him, licking him everywhere. “I fucking adore how wild you are. I hope you know that.”
I grip onto his thighs and slowly edge my fingers upwards, growling tantalizingly close to his scrotum. The urge to touch him there is killer, I can’t help myself, I want to explore part of a man that I never have before. As I grab him there, the sound that comes out of his mouth is unlike anything I’ve ever heard before. It’s a gorgeous noise that I want more. So much so that I slip his cock out of his mouth and put one of his balls in there instead.