She jerked up and down the wall, the skin of her back shielded by his jacket, which was hanging limply from her shoulders.
“I want it. I want it so bad...” Whose desperate voice was that? That’s right, hers.
“This?” He rocked his hips into her, pinning her to the wall.
She wrapped her other leg tightly around his waist. She was suspended with his hand beneath her ass, her arms clinging to his neck. “Ah...”
Another hard thrust. “Is this what you want?”
And again. So hard she could feel a pierce of pleasure in the back of her throat, the roof of her mouth, and behind her eyes.
He squeezed her breast, pushing and kneading desperately with the palm of his hand. “Tell me you like it.” His whisper tickled her ear.
But her brain was frazzled. She thought she might be babbling.
“Tell me you like it or I’ll take this cock away from you, you hear me? Don’t make me punish you for being such a bad girl. Punish us both...”
His words were a haze in the ether. “I love it...oh god...just...keep...god, Carter.” She was almost weeping now. Pleasure was welling up in her, emotions swirling at the base of her belly like a deadly spell in a cauldron.
He leaned in against her neck. “I like it when you say my name.”
“Carter...” She was panting, bouncing, writhing on his dick. His strong hands and arms held her in place. God, he was strong. And she was weak, as weak willed as they came.
Another hum vibrated in her throat when his hand came to grab her breast, then traveled to her throat and jaw, cupping her face. She closed her eyes.
“I’m right here, baby. I’m right here with you,” he said.
She was so close she could feel the orgasm igniting but she struggled. Stuck. She needed something to push her over the edge, a harsh shove off the cliff. “Talk to me,” she panted. The rhythmic thrusts inside accentuated each breath. “Say...something...dirty.”
Carter was quiet for a moment, the only sound in the air the wet slap of his body against hers. But when he spoke his words were dark. “Flirting with another man right in front of me...” Another collision between their bodies. “When you wanted my big hard cock the whole time...” He grunted. “Only a bad girl would do something like that. I should take this cock away from you...but I know you’d do anything for it.”
“It’s true... I did... I would... I’d do anything for it...”
“I know. I have you begging and pleading. What else can I get you to do?”
Pleasure roiled within her, his voice stoking the flames. She leaned forward and nipped at his lower lip, their mouths frantically coming together in a kiss. Carter’s breath was hot against her. He broke away but she went in again, this time, biting harder.
A harsh, guttural sound sprang from his throat, punctuated by another deep, hard thrust inside her.
It was more than she could take.
“I’m close...” she whispered, the swell of an orgasm painfully threatening to unfurl.
“Me too.” He caught her mouth with his, as his strokes quickened, grew errant, and aggressive. Her body bounced wildly on his, her head nearly slapping the brick, their lips struggling to remain in contact.
And then it hit from deep within. At first, it hurt. Like pain from a needle when it punctures the most sensitive part of flesh. It punctured something within. And then it blossomed. Blossomed into her belly like a match on a gas stove, setting her whole body aflame. She let out a long, helpless, gasping cry.
“You too...” she pleaded, between gasps. “You come too...”
Her back smacked the wall as Carter pushed into her and then froze, his eyes squeezed shut. His grunts coincided with his thrusts, topping off her orgasm, as they finally came down, panting and grasping.
When it was over, their bodies stilled, chests heaving. The sound of the city echoed in the hidden alcove.
His arm pressed against the wall, his head against his arms. His coat dangled from her shoulders, shielding her from the harsh scratch of brick.
“Oh my fucking god, Perdie,” he panted, still inside her, rocking in and out leisurely until finally pulling away, a hiss between his teeth. She felt empty and cold when he released her.
He gently set her wobbling feet to earth. She wavered, steadying herself with the wall.
“How do you expect me to go back to that pointless fucking party after that? I’m only a mere mortal.” He tugged off the condom with a wince, tossed it in a small waste receptacle in the corner, and tucked himself in. It should have been awkward, watching him in the aftermath of sex. But it wasn’t. Not with him.
She shimmied down her dress, smoothed out her neckline, then flicked her hair behind her shoulders, attempting to pat the thick mane into complacency. But he grabbed her hand away with a dark glint in his eye and pressed it against the white of his shirt, hot skin seeping through onto her palm. She could feel the heavy tattoo of his heart.
“You’re killing me,” he said. “Killing me on the inside.”
Perdie twisted her hand to envelop his, thumbing the ragged calluses and ridges on his palm. She brought his hand down between them and pried open his curled fingers to examine the scrapes inside. “Did your hands get scraped up from the wall?”
His thumb in return stroked a line in the center of her palm. “A little, but they’re used to it.”
“From what?”
“Mountain climbing. Well, wall climbing now. Not as many big rocks around here.”
She examined his hand for a moment, the scraped swath of skin. “Why mountain climbing?”
“Because I’m an unstoppable force who needs to challenge an immovable object.”
And in that second, his curious expression stole her mind, a thief in the night.
