“Does it hurt if I touch your piercings?” she asks as I drop a hand back to her hair, teasing and twining it around my fingers.
“Nope. Go for it, Smarty-Pants.” Brooke grabs hold of the base of my cock and leans in, slipping her tongue through the silver ring of my Prince Albert, giving it an experimental yank before she grabs it with her teeth and pulls harder. I clamp down on the sounds building in my throat, trying to keep quiet. Did I mention that was rule five? Fuck. I'm starting not to give a shit anymore. Besides, the music is loud and the crowd is louder … a guttural groan escapes my lips when Brooke tugs on the piercing in my balls. It's just a plain silver ring at the midline, but holy shit. When a pretty girl's got her fingers all over it? Heaven, baby. Pure heaven.
My head drops back against the glass of the door as I knead my fingers into Brooke's scalp, riding the high of the moment, savoring the feel of her mouth, her hands. She doesn't feel so amateurish right now. Or maybe that's just the part of me that's crushing hard that's talking? When it comes to Brooke, that little piece of me doesn't quite see straight.
“Hey, hey,” I say, reaching down and taking her chin, tilting her face away from me, my cock sliding from her lips. “That's perfect, baby.” I help Brooke to her feet, her face flushed, her mouth moist with saliva. I lean forward and kiss her mouth hard, tasting myself on her tongue, loving every fucking second of this. “Now, turn around and show me your ass,” I whisper, snagging a condom from my pocket as I watch Brooke turn and bend over, putting her palms against the glass of the door opposite the one I'm standing in.
I step forward, gliding the lubed condom over my shaft as I slide my fingers up Brooke's thighs and find … that she's not wearing any goddamn panties either.
“Are you fucking serious?” I whisper, my brows shooting up in surprise. The look she tosses over her shoulder is playful and sexy as fuck.
“You think you're the only one that prepared for this?”
Holy shit. So totally crushing right now.
I grab hold of Brooke's hips and she moans, tilting her pelvis back so that the warmth of her ass and pussy is pressed against me. I guide myself to her opening, teasing it with my fingers and finding her already slick and ready.
“Hell yes, baby,” I whisper, pushing into her tight heat, feeling her ridges slide down me, engulf me, fucking consume me. And I want to be consumed by this woman. Who wouldn't? My eyes eat up the sight of her arching her back, her long dark hair streaming over her shoulder and getting caught in the drafty breeze that sneaks through our alcove.
Outside our safe little space, people clap and cheer as a blues band takes over the stage and the singer's sexy croon takes over the cool evening air. It's a different backdrop, that's for sure, turning Brooke's and my sordid little affair into something more sensual.
My fingers knead her flesh, dig into the soft pale skin over her hips. I take hold of that natural handle, that perfect curve of hip bone that feels like it was designed for me to grab onto. In this position, I can push all the way in, every single inch. I can feel her moistness spreading across our combined flesh, can feel the contractions taking over as she succumbs to the pleasure, her breath fogging against the glass in front of her face.
I feel a satisfied smile drag across my mouth as I let my head tilt back and move my hips hard, loving the resistance she's giving me, the firm stance of her legs, the press of her palms into the glass. I give her everything I've got, fucking hard and fast, my balls teasing her pussy, my piercing playing with her clit.
I don't expect her to come so quick, to push back into me and collapse, my hands on her body the only things that keep her from hitting the ground knees first. I follow Brooke to the pavement and encourage her to stay on all fours, knees to the pavement, hands splayed open wide as her head hangs down. And then I fuck her harder, as fast and frenzied as I can. I let go completely and I don't worry about a goddamn thing except for this.
When I come, I feel her react to the sounds I'm making, the way I'm squeezing her body and pumping those last few, furious thrusts. She bucks her hips back into mine, easing her body down my shaft as I finish hard and quick.
“Fuck,” Brooke mumbles as she pulls away from me and curls against the door with her knees up, one hand resting on her calf as she gives me an almost-glare and I grin, tearing the condom off and rising to my feet. I toss it into the trash can just outside the alcove and then cross my arms over my chest.
“Don't tell me you didn't like that,” I say as I move back into the shadows and reach my hand down for Brooke. She's shaking when she lifts her palm up and places it gently, tentatively inside of mine. The brush of our fingers sends a warm thrill through me as I tug Brooke to her feet and into the circle of my arms.