“Oh really?” She looked up at him from beneath her eyelashes as she lowered her mouth, pressing unhurried kisses and small, abbreviated licks along his cock, finally sliding his length inside her mouth.
Groaning, he threaded his fingers through her hair, his rings tangling in between the long strands, pulling her closer. She slid her hands around his hips, bobbing her mouth back and forth with long, slippery slides of her mouth, loving the feel of him quivering beneath her hands and the sound of the short, lusty breaths that escaped his mouth.
Just when she could feel him closing in on his climax, his cock swelling in her mouth, he pried her arms from his hips and pulled her up to standing. “As much as I love the feel of your mouth around me, we’ll have to save that thought for another day.”
His lips crashed down on hers, the taste of arousal mingling in their mouths as he wrapped her legs around his body, his hard length sliding against her swollen entrance with quick, teasing strokes.
With determined strides, he walked them backwards until she was trapped between the cold cinder block wall and his solid, immovable body. She arched her hips toward him, her body clamoring to feel him inside of her again. It felt like weeks instead of hours since the last time he slid inside of her.
His mouth skimmed along the arch of her neck, sucking and biting and everything in between, but she wanted it all. Her hips rocked against his as frantic and incoherent pleas escaped her mouth with increasing urgency, her sex literally quivering with the need to be filled.
And then he plunged inside of her, lightning roaring through her veins and she knew it was only a matter of seconds before she exploded. She gasped when he started moving, in and out and back in again. Her fingers dug into his back, pulling him into her, wanting to feel his chest skate against her overly sensitive nipples in rhythm with his punishing thrusts.
It was a though he fed her starving, needy body with every movement and arch of his hips as he pounded relentlessly into her. Then, his lips captured hers in a soul-stealing kiss and she screamed his name as a nearly violent and earth-shattering orgasm tore through her body. He jerked inside of her before pulling out, his release coating her stomach.
And that’s when it hit her like a thousand deaths. No condom. No nothing. She was a fucking idiot.
She shook her head, her eyes wide and alarmed as the panic crawled up the walls of her chest.
When he released her legs, she didn’t bother trying to stand. She slid to the floor, bracing her head against her knees.
“Baby, what’s wrong?”
For a terror filled moment that seemed more like an hour or days, all kinds of thoughts ran through his head, every one worse than the next, and the fact that he didn’t get why she’d freak out made her even more freaked out, if that were possible. “What’s wrong?” she screamed lifting her. “Are you serious?”
He pushed her hair from her face but she flinched and slapped his hand away.
He stood up and took a couple steps back. “Are you going to share or are you just going to yell at me for some unknown reason?”
“Unknown reason,” she scoffed. “No condom, that’s my problem.”
“I pulled out,” he said.
“Hm…well that’s totally reliable because there aren’t millions of babies born when the guy pulled out,” she mocked. She was on the pill, but he didn’t know that.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t think.”
She stood up, her eyes darting around the room looking for her dress. She slipped it over her head and watched him dress. “Neither did I…and I don’t even know you,” she said, her voice choked.
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
She looked down at her bare feet, studying her pink toenails that looked so happy when she had them done last weekend. “I don’t know.”
“I’m clean, if that’s what you’re asking. I always get tested and I’m always safe…except for today,” he amended, grabbing her shoulders, forcing her to look him in the eyes.
“Don’t you care if I’m clean?”
He cocked his head to the side, studying her. “I’m not worried.”
“Well, I am,” she said, putting her hands on her hips.
“You’re clean or you’re worried?”
She exhaled loudly. “Both,” she finally admitted.
“I wouldn’t hurt you.”
She looked to the side, feeling more uncomfortable with every passing moment. “No, not intentionally.”
“We can walk over to the clinic right now and I’ll get tested if that’s what you want, or I’ll call my doctor and you can ask him.”