When they started walking, she wondered where they were going. She was the one who knew the city, but she'd been so deep into her thoughts she hadn't said anything. He pulled her into a dark alley, and she found herself sandwiched between a brick wall and a warm man who was almost just as hard. This was exciting. Men usually just went along for the ride not really saying much for fear they'd say something stupid and stop the gift they thought they were going to receive.
"Why did we stop?" she asked knowing she should be just a bit fearful. It wasn't like she didn't carry protection in her purse, but usually her intuition told her more about people than she could ever have figured out on her own. There was no fear at all with him, and the situation was like something she'd make up in her fantasy.
"You do know it's not safe for a beautiful woman to just go off with a man she doesn't know, don't you?" His eyes squinted like he was telling her something serious that she didn't already know but should.
"Is this a public service announcement, daddy, because I can take care of myself." She didn't grow up in a household full of criminals for nothing. He thought she was all sweet and innocent, but little did he know she could have his nuts in a twist and her shoe halfway up his ass before he took his next breath if she wanted to. That little move would only take a few minutes. She'd been trained by the best and timed for speed.
"Although I just may like being called daddy, this isn't something you should take lightly." He continued to reprimand her, and although she should have been offended, she found it sweet.
"Why? Are you planning on taking my goodies in this alley or are you trying to scare me? I'll have you know it would take more than this. So I'll ask again … why did we stop?" She stared up into his light green eyes and was fascinated with all the yellow flecks in their depths.
She looked at him and could only see shadows behind him since the only light came from the street behind her, and that lamp was around the corner from where they were.
"I was hungry and wanted a sample before the main meal." He didn't stop looking at her, and she wondered if this was some sort of test.
She didn't know who would have been able to say that to her without pissing her off, but this man struck something in her. Whether it was because she thought they were so much alike, because he was the most attractive man she'd ever seen, or because she could feel the stirring of a very impressive package against her stomach she didn't know.
"What are you hungry for," she asked knowing that whatever it was she was going to supply it, but she wondered how far he'd go. Sometimes she felt so pent up. Everyone treated her like she was the princess and there was no way anyone would try anything like this. A quick fuck in a dirty alley with a beautiful man who didn't know he could be killed for just talking to her the wrong way was almost priceless. It was something that may never come along again.
He put his hands on both sides of her face and turned her mouth so he could just move in and take what he wanted. Lorna couldn't even close her eyes because the decadence of the moment felt so rich, and she didn't want to miss a moment of what was happening to her.
Protecting her head from the wall is what he seemed to be doing, but the sweet sucks of his lips as he tasted her mouth made her move her head to get more of what he was offering. He didn't give it though, and she thought she'd scream. She wanted more. This was the treatment she usually got from men, but she wanted to be the woman you pulled into the alley and took all you wanted as she gave you all she had. Lorna sucked his bottom lip into her mouth and swiftly bit down.
"Fuck, Laura," he said as he tore himself away from her mouth, "what was that for?"
"I don't want soft kisses in an alley way. Is that what they do in the small town you're from? Here, if you are going to take a woman to an alley and try to get your hunger fed, you need to act like you're hungry." She could see the understanding dawn in his eyes and was glad she didn't have to end this session because she didn't have time for what he was handing out. She needed more, and if the men weren't going to give it to her, she had a few battery operated boyfriends that were all charged up and ready to go. At least they gave satisfaction whenever she wanted it, and they were in the palm of her hand.
When he leaned back in she could tell he was up to the task as his face was determined, and she didn't close her eyes this time either, but that was because she was mesmerized by the heat she could see as his eyes stayed locked on hers. This time when their lips met there was no sampling or tasting of her mouth. The man knew how to devour, and she enjoyed each and every minute of it. His mouth opened over hers, and the force of his kiss turned her on … hard. The way he controlled how much movement she could make and that he'd maneuvered his body to fit between her thighs so her legs were spread open as he grinded his hard cock against her urged her higher in her quest for fulfillment.
The mewling sounds that were coming from her throat were almost foreign. She didn't mewl, but she couldn't seem to stop herself. She could feel the air on her stomach as he raised her shirt and pulled down the cup of her bra. He released her mouth and attacked her breast with a suction that could have made her come without any other assistance, but it was gone too fast. She wanted to throw a tantrum when her wet nipple was being dried by the wind.
"Where do you live?" His voice was raspy with need, and she didn't think she'd even be able to get out an answer she was so on edge. She tried to pull herself together and answer him.
"I want to finish here," she said only slightly upset that she sounded like a marathon runner that hadn't practiced in a while before thinking she could win a race.
"I like that you're as eager as me, but I like to see what I'm sucking, and I want to taste your pussy before I fuck you." He was succinct in his answers, and she couldn't say he came up with a bad plan.
"I like the way you think." She couldn't think of anything else to say because his dirty words made it hard to come up with any of her own.
Pushing off her, he made sure she was on stable ground before he backed off and let her put herself back together. He watched her like she was a fascinating creature from a television show, and she didn't know why she was enjoying his attention on her as much as she was. He led her from the darkness onto the street, but now he had a more determined look on his face.
"I live close by, but we can pick up something to eat on our way." She said as she tried to keep up with his long legged gait.
He looked at her, and she wondered what was really going on in his mind. Danny had slowed down, but he was going too slowly. It was nice that he'd noticed she was much shorter than him and had to practically run to keep his pace.
"I'll have you first … then we can talk about food. I'm hungrier than I first thought. Lead the way," he said as he waited for her to show him which way they were supposed to go.
They were pretty silent on the walk to her place, and she wondered what made this guy different. Had she had one night stands before? Sure, she had, but she didn't bring people to her home. That made everything just a bit more personal. There were nice hotels on the way that she could have stopped and bought a room because, even though she was hanging out in a fucked up bar where the drinks were cheap and the people weren't high class but they were real and stayed out of her way, she was loaded. Not the "I have a couple of extra bucks to spare type" of loaded, but the "I could buy this bar with what I keep at home in my safe" kind of money.
She stopped in front of her house and knew it was now or never. If she just picked up the pace and walked another direction, he'd never know she lived here. Lorna looked up at him, and he was waiting patiently and watching her like he knew the dilemma that was running around in her head. She knew that wasn't possible for him to know that, but she'd known things about him too. It was possible he was good at reading people too.
"This is it," she said as she flung a hand toward the direction of her three floor with a basement home in the middle of downtown.
"Looks great from out here," he said, and she had to chuckle a little. He must be able to sense her concern and was trying to make a joke. That went a long way with her. Coming from a family that was short on humor and long on taking people who didn't do what they wanted them to do on a long walk off a short pier, humor was always appreciated.