At the end of the second song, my glass is empty. A sudden bout of dizziness makes me stumble as we aim for our seats. I must’ve drunk too fast.
Jake puts his arm around my shoulder to steady me. “Whoa. Are you all right?”
“My head’s turning.”
“Want to get some air?”
I nod.
He changes direction, going for the exit, but I hold him back. “I have to tell Nancy.”
We find her on the dance floor, which is packed by now.
“Kristi’s not feeling well,” he says over the music. “I’m walking her home.”
“Sure thing,” she yells back, winking at me.
“Are you sure?” I ask her.
“I’ll get a ride with Denis.” Hugging me, she whisper-screams in my ear, “Have fun.”
I cup my ear in a pointless effort to soothe my bruised eardrum. Jake takes my hand and leads me toward the back. As we reach the far side of the room, Britney steps in front of us. She looks me up and down before glaring at Jake.
“What’s going on?” she asks him.
“I’m taking Kristi home, not that it’s any of your business.”
“Asshole.”
She turns on her heel, but Jake grabs her arm.
His voice is stern, but not unkind. “I don’t owe you anything.”
Her kohl-rimmed eyes flare. “You asked me to the matric dance.”
“I’m not your boyfriend, Britney.”
“Are you dumping me for the dance?”
He glances at me. “We’ll talk about that later.”
“I want to know now.” She stamps her foot. “Are we still going together or not?”
“Later.”
The world spins a little as he drags me toward the exit. I don’t resist for fear of falling on my ass.
“I’m keeping you to your promise, Jake,” she calls to our backs as Jake pushes the door open with a palm and cool air rushes over me.
After the heat inside, the fresh night air is welcome, but instead of clearing my head, it makes the turning worse.
I bump against Jake. “Oops.”
“Shit.” He fastens his fingers on my hip. “I didn’t think that drink would hit you so hard.”
“I’m just a little tipsy,” I say defensively, snuggling closer to him.
We’re in the dark alley, next to the trashcans. Uninvited, the fantasy of earlier erupts in my mind. Maybe it’s the alcohol, but my inhibitions vanish, and my nerve returns with a flare of self-confidence. I’m with the guy I’ve been dreaming about for twelve years, and he’s finally paying me attention. He’s also leaving in three months, most probably for good, but all I can focus on are the tingling of my nipples and the way my lower region pulses with need. It’s an opportunity I can’t waste, even if I’ll regret this later when I’m alone with my unrequited love and broken heart.
Slipping out from under his hold, I walk a few steps ahead and lean against the wall.
“What are you doing?” he asks, watching me from hooded eyes.
Gathering all the courage I possess, I tell him. “Kiss me.”
Chapter 2
Jake remains plastered to the spot. His tone is surprised, shocked even. “What?”
“Kiss me.”
I won’t live down the humiliation if he rejects me. A long moment passes before he moves in my direction, doing so slowly as if he’s not sure he wants me to be his destination. A heavy dose of nervousness mixes with my excitement, but I cling to my newfound courage.
Stopping short of me, he looks down at my face. I have to crane my neck to hold his gaze, which seems serious and broodier in the streetlight. I wait, my heart about to pop like a balloon, but he doesn’t act. My chest tightens until the air in my lungs is a painful bubble.
“Don’t you want to?” I whisper.
“How can you even ask me that?”
“I’m not sure if that means yes or no.”
“Fuck, Kristi. Of course I want to kiss you. I just didn’t expect this.”
“Why not?”
Again, that almost-smile. “You’re a good girl.”
“I’m shy, not good.”
His smile vanishes. Heat darkens his eyes. My words excite him. He likes shy girls who aren’t good.
Pressing a finger on my lips, he says, “Now’s a good time to stop talking.”
My lips rub over the calloused skin of his digit when I part them to ask, “Why?”
“It’s the alcohol talking.”
I have an effect on him. It’s evident from his hard-on. I’m determined to get what I want. I’m also curious to explore my feminine power. Parting my lips, I suck his finger into my mouth. I’ve never done the deed, but I’ve watched enough porn to simulate what my teeth and tongue would do to his cock. He sucks in a breath as I work my lips around his digit. His body goes rigid and his breathing comes quicker. A stunning wildness replaces the usual broodiness in his eyes. Our gazes remain locked as I nip and suck his finger, the suggestive act making me wetter than what I already was. He lets me tease him for a while before he snaps out of it, blinking and yanking his finger from my mouth.
“Fuck,” he mumbles, looking at me as if I’ve just arrived on Earth in a UFO.
My tone is confident and demanding, a far cry from the real me. “Hold me down and kiss me.”
His nostrils flare. “What did you say?”
“I like to be restrained.” In my fantasies, at least. When there’s no choice, there’s no guilt. “I want you to take charge.”
Those are the magic words that coax him into action. He does what I request. He charges. Grabbing my wrists, he pins them next to my face against the wall. I utter a content little sigh as the backs of my hands collide with the bricks.
“Like this?” he all but growls, squeezing a little too hard.
If he’s hoping to discourage me, his roughness has the opposite effect. I moan my appreciation at the pressure of his fingers around my wrists.
“Fuck, Kristi,” he groans. “Fuck, fuck.”
Ah, I found Jake’s fetish. He likes to be bossy, and I like to be bossed around. Only by him. Only like this, when we’re touching.
“Kiss me, Jake. Please.”
“Do you know what you’re doing? ’Cause I’m not cruel enough to let you beg again.”
“I want this.”
He crashes his mouth on mine, bruising my lips with his teeth. I open eagerly for more. He takes what I offer, giving me the roughness I crave in return. When the metallic taste of blood fills my mouth, we both still. I take a moment to digest the sensation and swipe my tongue over a cut on my lower lip. The simple idea that he bit me makes me crazy with want. Lifting my hips, I grind against him, silently begging for more. It’s as if a thinly stretched elastic band snaps between us. The non-verbal permission makes him wilder, but he’s much better at controlling his lust than me. His kiss turns tender even as his touch becomes more urgent. He lets go of my wrists to knead my breasts while planting a trail of kisses down my neck. I moan at the way he nips my shoulder, but it quickly turns into a cry when he pinches my nipples through the layers of my clothes. Despite the pain, I arch into the touch.
“Keep your hands up.” He abandons my nipples to slide down my body. Crouching down, he lifts my skirt over my hips.
We’re moving too fast, but I want this so much I can’t even muster embarrassment when he buries his nose between my legs and inhales deeply.
Staring up at my face, he asks in a deep, low voice, “Are you wet?”
I bite my lip and nod.
His fingers dig into my hips. “I’m going to taste you.”
It was a statement, not a request, but I nod my agreement again.
Despite his verbal warning, I give a little start when he yanks my panties down to my knees. I don’t have time to widen my stance. He’s already licking my slit from the bottom to the top. His hot, wet tongue is unlike anything I’ve felt. I can’t prevent a tremulous mewl from escaping. Whe
n he teases my clit with the tip of his tongue, I shudder. His kisses are soft on my folds as he impatiently moves my underwear down farther, but it gets stuck on my boots.
“Fuck it,” he mumbles, and then there’s a tearing sound.
Oh, my gosh. He ripped off my underwear. I must be depraved for finding it hot.
“Open your legs.”
He leans back, studying my exposed parts as I do so. A gush of cool air washes over my wet skin. Should I have trimmed? Never in a million years would I have expected to be in this situation tonight.
“I’m, uh, a little unprepared.”
He threads his fingers through my curls and pulls gently. “You mean this?”
“I should’ve shaved.”
“I like you fine how you are.”
He drags a finger along my slit, gathering my wetness, and then he traces that same path with his tongue. This time, he applies more pressure. The onslaught of sensations has me going on tiptoes. Gripping my ass firmly, he holds me in place without interrupting his assault. His caresses are too soft to get me off, but I’m enjoying his slow exploration. I don’t want to rush him. He nips and licks until I’m a sagging ragdoll against the wall, crazy with need. I want to see him naked.
“I want to taste you too.”
My words are scarcely spoken when the backdoor bangs against the wall.
In a flash, he’s on his feet, pulling down my skirt and covering my body with his. He presses our foreheads together, giving me a reassuring smile even as he warns me to be quiet with a soft, “Shh.”
Shit. It’s impossible not to see us in the streetlight. There’s nothing to hide behind. I tense as I look over his shoulder. Double shit. Denis walks out, an unlit cigarette dangling from his lips. He stops short of the exit, takes a lighter from his pocket, and looks left and right as he brings a flame to the cigarette. When he spots us, he jerks a little. I suck in a breath.
“It’s all right,” Jake whispers, his thumbs drawing soothing circles on my hips under the skirt.
The slouch of Denis’s shoulders as he recognizes us makes me cringe. Without a word, he pockets the lighter and goes back inside. The door closes quietly behind him.
“Hey.” Jake’s voice pulls my gaze back to his. “You’re not doing anything wrong.”
As if to drive his point home, he reaches between my legs and dips a finger inside. The pleasure is instant. Just like that, I’m hurled back into the moment with him. Fresh flames consume me. I reach for his pants. I want this. Who better than Jake to be my first?
I manage to release the button of his waistband through the buttonhole without fumbling. When I reach for his fly, he grabs my wrist.
“Hands above your head, ginger.”
I obey immediately. My head reels as Jake finishes the task of unzipping his jeans and pulling out his cock. I still want to taste him, but he spears his hardness between my thighs, dragging the head through my wetness. I only had a second to look, but I can feel how big he is. Our naked lower bodies pressed together are enough to make me crazy with want. Lust takes over my reason. I shiver with need. From the way he rubs his cock faster between my legs, we’re both out of control. I need him inside me. All of him. It feels as if I’d die if he doesn’t fill me.
He grinds his groin against mine. “Show me your tits.”
It’s a command, but I don’t lower my arms. I know instinctively he’ll execute it. Lifting my top over my breasts, he flips down the cups of my bra. My nipples extend to aching tips in the cooler temperature of the night.
He inhales sharply. “You’re perfect. Even more than I imagined.”
I moan, feeling decadently wicked so exposed and spread against the wall. “I want you.”
“You’ll get it,” he says, cupping my cheek. “I’m going to come all over these pretty tits.”
“Inside me.”
He stills. After a short hesitation, he says, “I don’t have a condom.”
That hesitation meant he considered it. It was just for a moment, but he thought about it. He wants it as much as I do.
I roll my hips, rubbing my clit over his erection. “I’m clean.”
“I don’t doubt that.” The hesitation stretches longer this time. “Are you on the pill?”
“No, but I’ve had my period not so long ago.”
“How long?”
“A week.” Or was it two? “Just over a week.”
“How long, Kristi?”
I’m irregular. I can’t remember exactly. It was just after our first exam. That must make it almost two weeks. “Ten days.”
He puts our foreheads together while he covers my breasts with his hands and asks in a gruff voice, “Do you know what you’re asking me?”
“To fuck me bareback.”
His fingers clench on my curves at my words. His grip isn’t painful, but the firm touch sends more moisture to my slit.
He hisses as his cock slides through the lubrication. “Are you sure?”
This isn’t a decision we should be making in a back alley, and certainly not with our bodies full of vodka, but I only have this one shot with Jake. If I don’t take it, I’ll regret it for the rest of my life. I’ll always wonder what it would’ve been like to have hot, forbidden alley sex with my secret crush.
It takes a second to make up my mind. “Do it.”
The corner of his mouth lifts. “Giving me orders?”
“Scared to obey?”
“You have no fucking idea.”
“If you need me to push you against the wall and call the shots, I could.”
He narrows his eyes. I crossed a line. I feel the consequences on my nipple as he flicks it with his nail.
“Ouch,” I cry out, covering my breast, but I like the bite of pain. Maybe too much.
“Hands above your head.”
Abandoning my sore nipple, I raise my arms.
“Who’s in control?” he asks.
“You are.”
A sharp bolt of pain shoots through my other nipple. He flicked me again. “Ow! What was that for?”
“Just making sure you understand how this is going to work.”
He lowers his head and sucks my aching nipple into his mouth. The hotness of his tongue soothes away the hurt as he laps gently, but it also makes the need between my legs unbearable.
“I need—” I break off the sentence as he bites down softly.
He lifts his head and gazes deep into my eyes. “I know what you need.” Folding his fingers around my wrists, he pins them to the wall.
“Oh, my gosh. Yes.”
His stubble grates over my skin as he drags his lips to the arch of my shoulder. “You need it rough, don’t you?”
“Yes,” I say on a sigh, shocking myself. It’s the first time I’m admitting it out loud.
The broad head of his cock nudges my entrance. It feels so good, my eyes drift closed. We’re both sleek from my arousal. A shift of his hips, and he’ll slide in easily. Yet, he keeps still. I tilt my pelvis forward, trying to take him inside, but he pulls beyond my reach.
“Please, Jake.”
“If you want to back out, now’s the time.”
“I don’t.”
“Do you know what you’re doing?”
“Yes,” I whisper.
“Look at me.”
Opening my eyes, I find his sober gaze staring down at me.
“Tell me,” he insists, “so I know you understand.”
“You’re going to push your cock into me as deep as it’ll go and come inside.”
He pinches his eyes shut for a second as a tremor runs over him. When he looks back at me, his expression is conflicted. “The way you say things. Kristi, I—”
“Shut up and do it,” I say before he can deny me.
“Fuck it.”
With a single, hard thrust, he tears into me, taking all of me in one go. The stretch is not what I expected. It burns. My breath catches in my throat. A silent gasp turns into a loud whimper as he pulls alm
ost all the way out and impales me again. It feels as if he’s splitting me in two with the thick invasion between my legs. The pain is exquisite. I can’t help the scream that tears from my chest as he repeats the grueling action. My wrists burn where his nails bite into my skin. Instead of dampening my arousal, the pain makes me want more.
He pulls out to hover at my entrance, teasing me with cruel anticipation. When he slams up, using his hips to aid the action, I let out a wail. Gripping both wrists in one hand, he clamps the other over my mouth, muffling my sounds, and makes use of my forced silence to pummel me hard with his hips. Rough is what I asked for. Hard is what I wanted, but this is almost too much. My naked back scrapes over the raw bricks as his thrusting forces my body up and down the wall while I scream into his hand. I need to touch my clit. I try to pull a hand free, but his grasp becomes like a vice. He fucks me without reprieve until his face shines with perspiration, and then he suddenly stops.
“Too tight,” he says through clenched teeth, giving his head a small shake. Droplets of sweat fall like glass splinters around his face in the streetlight. “Need a moment.”
Comprehension dawns. He doesn’t want to come yet. Neither do I, but I’m not sure for how long I’ll be able to endure his punishing strokes. I want to tell him to finish, and at the same time, I’m not ready to be left empty.
Laughter suddenly sounds from behind the closed door. The voices turn louder. People are on their way to the exit. Shit. Jake is buried balls-deep in my body with his jeans around his ankles, seconds away from ejaculating.
His cock jerks inside me as he gives a start. “Fuck.”
At the same time his hand closes more firmly over my mouth, he takes me harder and faster, racing toward the finish line while the talking gets nearer. Letting go of my wrists, he pushes a hand between our bodies to rub my clit. It’s what I need to finish with him, but I can’t get off with those voices just on the other side of the door, sounding as if their owners are about to exit.
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