Of course, I could have admitted that to Carson but his know-it-all attitude makes me slightly crazy and want nothing morethan to push back. He somehow knows all my buttons, and he’s not afraid to push them.
Now here I am, trapped between him and a brick wall. His solid body up against mine. My nipples are hard little pebbles that are straining against my dress and I pray he can’t feel them pressed up against his chest.
The look in his eyes is making my stomach flip-flop and my pussy cheer as it drips with arousal. These panties are absolutely ruined.
“You can’t be this reckless. If you keep acting like this, eventually your luck is going to run out.” He’s so furious right now it’s hard to hold his steady gaze. I’m tuning back into what he’s saying, really I am. But mostly, I just want to climb him like a tree and have him fuck my brains out right here with a parking lot full of cops fifty feet away.
We’re both breathing hard. I’m so damn turned on I can’t seem to catch my breath. Well, that and the pressure he’s intermittently putting on my throat that dumps flood after flood of arousal into my panties every time he squeezes.
He’s panting too, and I’m not sure if it’s from the rage he’s feeling at my actions or if it’s something else. It’s hard for me to believe he could possibly want me just as much as I want him.
I know he’s waiting for a response, but I can’t remember what it was he was saying. My entire body is aching for his touch and I’m starting to feel dizzy. Instead, I imagine him kissing me and can’t help but run my tongue along my lower lip, wetting it in desperate anticipation.
His eyes flash something I can’t read and before I even realize it’s happening, his mouth is on mine. This isn’t some slow, getting to know you kiss. No, this is a kiss fueled by anger and arousal.
His lips and tongue are on the attack and I’m just doing my best to keep up with the invasion. His tongue swipes into mymouth and wraps around mine then pulls back and his teeth nip at my bottom lip before his tongue enters my mouth again.
Needy little moans are escaping my lips. Any other time I would be embarrassed by this, but not right now. I’m trying to pull my hands out of his grasp so I can run them over his body. The need to touch him is almost as much as the need to feel his touch and it’s not a reaction I’m used to.
He wrenches his mouth away from mine and it’s only when we’re both panting that I realize we were so caught up in each other that neither of us remembered to breathe. Luckily, his mouth isn’t gone for long and when it comes back he’s running his lips and tongue down the delicate skin of my neck. Teeth nip at my skin with sharp little bites, then his tongue runs over them like it’s some kind of soothing balm. All I can think about is wanting his tongue between my legs.
“Carson.” The whine comes out like that of a petulant child, but I can’t even bring myself to care as I tug at my trapped hands once again trying to escape his iron grip.
His breath tickles my neck as he says a simple “No” and it makes me shiver with need. Instead, he removes his hand from the base of my throat and slides it down to my breast. At first he gives it a gentle squeeze before following it up with a much harder one that makes me gasp and try to rub up against him like a cat in heat.
I may not have the use of my hands, but I can still feel his rock-hard cock behind the slacks he’s wearing. It’s poking me in my lower belly and his own hips are making slight thrusting motions against me. I can’t help the little smirk that comes to my face when I realize he wants me just as much as I want him.
My mind doesn’t have time to gloat though, because his searching fingers have found the hard tip of my nipple through my dress and he gives it a long hard squeeze. It feels like my tits have a direct line to my pussy and I swear I can feel it in my clit.
Suddenly, my hands fall to my sides, free of Carson’s tight grasp. I immediately bring them up to his shoulders and try to pull him closer. I realize why he finally let my hands go when I feel his firm, warm hands under my skirt cupping both my ass cheek that have been left bare by my thong. He draws me further into his heat and I let out a whimper.
“You’re a needy little thing, aren’t you, Sparky?” I’d tell him to go fuck himself if I didn’t want him to fuckmeinstead. Rather than answering, I lift my leg and hook it around his hip, tilting my own until I finally have my panty clad pussy up against his hard length.
Fuck, I’m going to dry hump him like a teenager in the back seat of a car.
He licks the outer shell of my ear, sending shivers through my entire body, before whispering, “I bet if I touched your pussy right now you’d be soaking for me, wouldn’t you?”
“Yes,” I gasp. God, he has no fucking idea just how wet I am. I’ll be shocked if there isn’t a wet spot on the front of his pants where my pussy is rubbing against him.
His hand leaves my ass and the next thing I feel are his fingers just barely grazing my pussy through the thin material of my panties. I know he can feel that they’re soaked through and my clear juices are spread messily across my inner thighs. I’d be embarrassed if I could feel anything except unadulterated lust right now.
Desperately wanting to feel him, I reach for his belt buckle but before I can get it undone he pulls my hands away. “Believe me babe, there’s nothing more I want to do than fuck your tight cunt right here, against the wall but we don’t have time for that.”
The realization that we’re in public clears the haze in my brain but only for a moment because that’s when I feel him pull my panties to the side.
His fingers run up and down my slit almost lazily. His touch is so light I can’t help but buck my hips, trying to get him to touch my clit. He finally relents and runs two fingers from my dripping hole, wetting them further, then running them up to my engorged button. He takes the sensitive bundle of nerves between his fingers and squeezes. I swear to God I can feel my heartbeat in my pussy and I can see stars without looking up to the sky.
He moves the hand that’s not exquisitely torturing my pussy and covers my mouth before taking my clit in his fingers again and rubbing it firmly between them. Thank fuck he’s covering my mouth because I can’t help but let out a squealing noise that turns into a low moan.
I look into his eyes and can see the satisfaction in them. He loves the power he’s wielding over my aching body, and I hate it. I don’t like being under anyone’s control, I just don’t have the strength or will to stop it right now.
His fingers move down to my entrance again but this time he doesn’t stop at the outside. He takes both fingers and thrusts them inside of me. The feeling is intense pleasure and burning pain at once. I’m so shocked by the sudden action that I don’t even have time to scream before my legs give out. Now I’m being held up almost entirely by the grip he has on my pussy and his body pinning mine to the wall.
“Hold on, babe,” he whispers. His words and those lips pressed against my ear are enough for me to scramble my hands up to his shoulders holding on for dear life as I get my legs back underneath me.
“Good girl.” He continues to thrust inside me over and over again. How can just a few fingers make me feel so full and needy? His thumb is firmly pressing against my clit while his fingers work their magic inside me and I can feel my muscles start to tense up, I’m so close to coming right here in the darkcorner of an alley, and I couldn’t care less. I let my head fall back and clunk against the wall, screwing my eyelids shut. All I can do is get ready to be taken by the wave of pleasure that’s building inside me.
That’s when his hand disappears completely from my pussy. I’m suddenly feeling emptier than I’ve ever been in my life and my pussy is pulsating between my legs. If a strong breeze were to hit it right now, I’d come.