“Fucking hell, Olivia. So tight for me.” He groaned.
“Brett. Brett. I love your cock. Holy shit. You feel so good,” I whimpered.
He nibbled down my neck, pulling my head back with my hair. He slammed up into me, rendering me silent as my body jumped for his viewing pleasure. My tits came spilling out of the top of my dress. He marked my neck as he own before wrapping his lips around my puckered nipples. He lapped at them, sucked on them, tugged them between his teeth. I buried my hands into his hair and pulled him closer to me, desperate to feel his warmth.
“It’s coming. It’s coming. Brett, don’t stop. I need to cum. Make me cum,” I begged.
“Oh, if only you had asked nicely, my little sweet treat,” he murmured.
I felt him slow down, and I collapsed into him. I whimpered against the crook of his neck as he pulled his cock from between my legs. I gasped for air, a desperate need for oxygen as my mind spun in all sorts of direction. He stood up with me in his grasp. He moved me to the wall and pinned me against him. He nuzzled my head up, and I felt it fall against the cold wall before his lips fell back to my nipples. They were engorged with need for him. My juices slid down my thighs, making their way for the crooks of my knees. Brett hooked his legs underneath those crooks. He bent my knees to my chest and planted his hands into the wall. I was open for him, on display for his body, spread farther apart than I ever had been before he maneuvered his cock to my throbbing entrance.
“Wail as loud as you want, Olivia. Because no one can hear us over that music.”
He slammed himself into me and set a furious pace. My eyes rolled into the back of my head as he pounded into me, over and over again. The sound of skin slapping skin filled the room. My hands curled into any part of his body I managed to reach. My pussy fluttered around his cock. The walls shook with his efforts. He grunted and growled into my tits, burying himself into every part of me.
“Sweet fuck, Brett! Yes!”
I heard something crash in the distance. A picture had fallen off the wall he fucked me against. My thighs contracted and my toes curled as my heels fell from my feet. I pressed my head into the wall. I felt my pussy milking his dick for all it had. He swiveled his hips as his legs began to stutter, my pussy pulling him deeper into my body.
“Brett! Holy shit. If you stop, I’m done. I won’t be able to—oh, yes! Brett! I’m cumming! I’m cumming! I’m cumming!”
He growled. “Coat… that cock.”
He pulsed against me, and I felt his body release. I shook in his arms, trembled in his grasp as pump after pump filled my body. My pussy throbbed so hard it pushed our mixture out. It trickled down my ass crack, down my burning ass cheeks, and down the inside of my fucking dress. My fingernails curled into the wall as Brett bit into my neck, leaving a mark I knew I’d have to cover with makeup for days. His hands slammed down on either side of my head. He crashed his lips against mine, silencing my wails of pleasure. I felt myself sliding down the wall, moving with Brett as he ventured his way to his knees.
His cock slid from me as we touched down onto the floor, panting and smiling as we shook with the aftershocks of our pleasure.
“I think we made a mess,” I whispered.
Brett’s lips captured mine one last time. “I think we did, too.”
He gathered me into his arms and placed me into his lap, spinning us around so he was against the wall and I was against his chest.
“Should we turn on a light to view the damage?” I asked.
“In all honesty, I don’t think there’s a light to turn on. One that works, anyway,” he said.
“Does that mean we can get away with the destruction we caused?”
The two of us shared a weak chuckle as my ear rested against his racing heart.
He sighed. “So much for making it back to my place.”
I turned my lips up and kissed his sharp jawline.
“What makes you think we still aren’t going back there?” I asked.
16
Brett
My eyes peeled open as the sweetest feeling alive woke me up. I felt something soft and luxurious moving against my naked skin. I felt the muscles of my legs screaming out for mercy as I shifted. The ache in my bones was deep. The fire rushing up my legs was a sensation I hadn’t felt in years. I felt something soft brushing against my chest before something else tightened around my waist. Around my thigh. Between my legs.