Denying the Bad Boy:Tattooed and Pierced, 2(26)

She pulled one of her legs out, but before she could get the pants off  the other one and kick them to the side he was gripping her ass and  lifting her up the wall. Mary had no choice but to wrap her arms around  his neck and her legs around his lean hips. His cock was steel against  her pussy, the thick length sliding along her labia and parting them.  Even through the thin layer of latex she felt the barbells of his  piercing teasing every part of her. A groan spilled from her, and she  was surprised by how needy sounding it was.

"You want me, Mary? You want this?" He pressed more firmly against her, and her mouth opened on a silent cry.

"You know I do, so stop being an asshole and give it to me already."

His chuckle was deep, and she couldn't understand how he could be so  controlled in a situation like this. Mary felt as though she'd float  away if she wasn't holding onto him. He didn't respond, and instead kept  hold of her with one strong hand, and used the other to reach between  their bodies and align the tip of his shaft with the opening of her  body. She wasn't a virgin, but she also hadn't been intimate with anyone  in over two years, and Alex was a far cry from average in size. His  gaze was trained between them, and she wondered exactly how much he  could see. What if someone walked in right now? It would only take a few  short steps for someone to see them pressed against the wall.  Surprisingly that knowledge turned her on even more.

He closed his eyes, clenched his jaw, and said, "You're so fucking wet for me, Mary."

He pushed just the tip into her, and she let her eyes close at the  delicious way he stretched her. The feeling of that piercing at the tip  of his erection rubbing against her, only hidden by the thin condom,  inflamed her. A burning pain slammed into her as he continued to push  all of those long, thick inches inside of her. God, he had to be at  least nine inches long. He was also far thicker than she could  comfortably take, but that wasn't enough to have her stopping this. Just  as quickly as the discomfort started, came an intense pleasure right on  its heels. He dug the fingers of one of his hands into her ass with  bruising force, but she liked that added spark of pain, loved that it  told her he was barely controlling himself.

"You're so fucking tight." His eyes were still closed, and his voice had  gone guttural. Alex dropped his head back to the crook of her neck and  used his free hand to grip her thigh, steadying her and keeping her  stationed all in the same breath. With every thrust into her, she  finally realized what it was to be claimed, and realized that she was  already lost for Alex.

"It feels so good. You feel so good." He curled his hips into her and  buried the rest of his dick in her pussy. They both let out a hard grunt  of pleasure, and Mary curled her nails into his back, loving how he  filled every single part of her.

"It's good, Alex. God it's good."

His breath became quicker when he started thrusting in and out of her,  his heavy sack beneath his dick slapping against her ass. It was agony  and ecstasy all rolled into one. The wall was rough on her back,  scraping up and down as his pumping increased in intensity. He just held  her tighter, just his stretch of one arm to hold her up and fuck her at  the same time.

"More, Alex. God, more." Here she was, begging him for it harder,  faster, and with only a wall separating them and more than twenty people  right on the other side. She wanted to be the one to leave marks on his  back from the ferocity of what they were doing. A part of her knew that  once this moment was over the chances of Alex wanting her again were  slim.

"I like it when you beg for it, baby."                       
       
           



       

He never stopped his steady thrusting. In and out, harder and faster, and Mary was right back there with him.

"Just feel me, Mary." His voice was a rough whisper, and when he dragged  his tongue up and down her throat, growled in response to her shivering  because of his wicked ministrations, she knew she wouldn't, and  couldn't, stop herself from coming fast and hard.

The root of his cock rubbed along her clit, back and forth, again and  again, and that tightening in her body, signaling her climax rushed to  the surface and stole all sanity.

"I'm close, Alex." His name came out of her on a gasp as he thrust  severely into her, hitting something deep inside that had her inner  muscles clenching around him involuntarily.

"Yeah, that's fucking it. Tighten around me, make me come right along  with you, baby." He was so strong, so potent, that she felt drunk in his  presence, high with his cock inside of her. "Your pussy is so tight,  and you feel so fucking good. I've never felt anything better, Mary." He  slammed into her, pressing his body fully against hers as he continued  to pump only his hips, bringing her closer and closer to coming. Her  skin was chafed from the wall, and her thighs ached from how wide they  were spread. He bottomed out, pulled almost all the way out until only  the tip was lodged inside of her, and repeated the action over and over  again. He was an animal, growling and nipping at her neck, rubbing his  scruff against her already sensitive skin, and never giving her a  reprieve. He moved his hand between their bodies, found her engorged,  sensitive clit, and rubbed the little nub back and forth until her  orgasm rushed to the surface so fast stars danced in front of her  vision.

Mouth opening, and a cry bubbling up from her throat, she knew she was  going to be too loud, but Alex anticipated it and slammed his hand over  her mouth and pressed down. God, he was so dominating, so controlling,  that her pleasure just continued to climb. Spearing her hands in his  hair, she tugged on the strands. He moved his hand from her mouth and  slanted his lips to hers, swallowing the last remnants of noise that  came from her. With one brutal push into her Alex buried his entire  length in her pussy and groaned out his orgasm against her mouth. She  felt him swell further, felt the heavy pulse as he emptied himself, and  found the sensation exhilarating. Alex sagged against her, his chest  rising and falling, compressing hers and causing it difficult for her to  breathe.

His hands clenched against her body. "That was-" The locker room door opening had both of them stilling.

"Mary, you in here?" The sound of Darcy calling out had both of them tensing.

Shit, oh shit. They looked at each other for a beat, and then she called  out, "Uh, yeah, hold on. I'm fixing..." Shit, what was she fixing?  "I've got to get my stuff." Alex leaned back and smirked at her, and she  smacked his chest, annoyed. "It was the best I could come up with," she  whispered and shrugged.

"What, ashamed of me?" he said just as low. He was teasing her, and she couldn't help but smile even if she was freaking out.

"Shh." She pushed him away and gasped when he slid out of her. A soft  groan left him, and Mary bit her lip, hoping Darcy couldn't hear. "No,  I'm not ashamed, but I don't want to be caught having sex with a guy in  the locker room." She started adjusting her clothing as quickly as  possible.

"You okay? I saw Alex and wondered how things are with you two, but then  you hauled ass out of there and I got my answer." Darcy's voice didn't  get any closer. When she was fully dressed, she glanced down at herself  and made sure everything was where it should be, and then glanced at  Alex. He was still naked and now leaning against the lockers in all his  glory. He had gotten rid of the condom, but his dick was still  semi-hard, and a flush of heat moved through her. Why couldn't she top  staring at his piercing?

Because you've never seen anything like that in person before.

She mouthed to Alex, "Why aren't you getting dressed?" His smile  widened, and he brought his finger to his mouth to gesture for her to be  quiet.

"Mary?"

"I'm almost done."

"What are you doing?"

Shit. "Getting my stuff, but I had to change my  …  underwear." She closed  her eyes and grimaced. Underwear? When she glanced at Alex it was to  see his wolfish grin.

"Uh, underwear? What, you all sweaty from doing half an hour on the  treadmill?" Darcy started laughing. Mary grabbed her bag that was  haphazardly on the floor and slung it over her shoulder.

"Something like that." She walked past him, but he grabbed her hand  before she turned the corner. He pulled her in close, and before she  knew what he was doing his mouth was on hers and he swept his tongue in  her mouth. And just like that she was wet all over again, and really did  need to change her panties. He broke the kiss, and Mary leaned forward,  seeking more. He gave her a lopsided grin, and her cheeks heated. Damn  him. Mary couldn't help smiling back.