The Gambles(17)

"Oh, gaaawd," I breathed out the words on heavy gasps, afraid that if I said too much she'd realize this was a bad idea, and I was just some horny drunk college guy passing through town. Cupping a handful of breast, I breathed out the words. "Let's go somewhere. Is there anywhere we can go? God, I want to fuck you."

If we didn't do this soon, either she'd back out, or I'd explode. Though from the way she had her tongue down my throat, I think she wanted it as much as I did. On the other hand, she could be a total tease, messing with me, leading me on and at any moment would stop and say, so long sucker.

She squeezed my cock and at the same time pulled out of the kiss with a bite to my lower lip.

Hard!

"Ow!" I laughed with surprise. Was that a sign she wanted to stop? Somehow, I didn't think it was. Anyway I hoped she wouldn't come to her senses and say stop.

"That was...hot!" I said. "Kinky, but hot."

She didn't say anything, just raised a brow.

Actually, I was surprised, not at her actions, because I'd already assessed her as a bit on the wild side, but because I liked it. Every nerve ending seemed to be on high alert and the bite made my blood rush and my cock get even thicker, if that was even possible.

She pulled away and looked down the narrow street behind the bar. I snatched her wrist and pulled her back to make her look at me. I was afraid she would bolt. "Hey, where you going?"

"Come on," she said. She tugged on my hand and we took off down the alley. It wasn't the most glamorous place for sex, but damn, her tongue had me thinking about fucking her in a million different ways.

Dirty cinder-block walls lined with industrial garbage bins didn't make for a romantic setting, but this would just be a quick fuck, a one-night stand, and if she was game, so was I.



       
         
       
        

We moved further along the alley, past a deserted parked car opposite the back of the building, to a more secluded place than the back door of the bar we just left, Beaver whatever-the-fuck. I couldn't remember, because all rational thoughts just went sailing right of my mind.

We came to an overhang on another building that created a bit of shadow from the street lights, and Allie pulled me into it, frantically tugging at my belt buckle.

I gripped her face with my hands and kissed her like a delicious drink I couldn't get enough of, helpless to resist. This was stupid, out in the alley like this, well, half of me thought so, while the other half, the testosterone driven side, said, who the fuck cares? But still I paused and mumbled, "My hotel room is right next door...um...we could um...."

She answered by popping open the button on my jeans, and I heard the zing of the zipper.

"Can't wait that long," she panted.

Hallelujah, this woman's wild! Maybe too much to handle? Well …

Oh Jesus! She had my throbbing cock in her hand, eyeing it like her next Popsicle.

Fuck the motel room.

I grabbed her wrist and pulled her hand off my cock, my breathing heavy.

"Wait, I need protection … " I said, pulling my wallet out of my back pocket.

While I fumbled with it, she seemed to cool. Damn, I was afraid this would happen.

In my haste, my fingers missed the right pocket, and I pulled out some cash.

"Cam," she said as she lightly traced a finger over my biceps. "You're so, so incredible."

I jammed the bills back and moved to the other flap for the condom.

"All these muscles … and I love your eyes, the way your hair sometimes falls over them."

I just nodded, still fumbling to get the damn condom out of the package. It took three tries with my teeth just to rip it open.

"I have to admit, I liked you from the start," she said. "At the gas station." She dropped her chin to her chest as if something in the air turned her shy. "I hope you don't think … well, I mean, I know we probably won't ever see each other again after tonight … and … I don't know, you seem like a really nice guy. I just wanted to, you know, have something to remember with a nice guy."

I looked up, not believing what I was hearing. Actually, I hadn't been listening to everything she was saying, distracted with the condom package from hell, but why the sudden change? The hard core, commanding attitude had melted and she was softer now, but her words hadn't really registered. My cock was hard as diamonds as I started to roll on the condom, sidetracked with visions of taking her from behind and how fantastic it'd feel. "Wha … what?" 

"Well, maybe we should just forget this," she said. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't … "