by Lily Morton
He pulls his head back and we pant into each other’s mouths as his hands reach higher until he finds my knickers which he proceeds to rip away. The snap of the knicker elastic sounds like a gunshot in the silence between us, and he raises his eyebrow at me almost in challenge. Responding without even thinking about it, I defiantly reach the hem of my dress and pull it up, exposing myself to him.
He stares for a second and then he groans in a guttural sigh. “Fuuck Nelly!” he whispers and then surges into me pushing me into the brick of the wall, putting his hand momentarily behind my head to stop me hurting myself. Obeying the direction of his hands I jump up and he catches me, wrapping my legs around him and taking my mouth again. We rub against each other, panting breaths and low moans the only sounds that we make.
I know that we’re only a few feet from the road and it’s quite possible that we’re going to be disturbed, but for once in my life I don’t care. My only thought, my only wish is that this beautiful, troubled man will be inside me, and as if reading my mind he reaches between us and fumbles with his zip. The metallic sound echoes and he freezes for a second. “Nell?” he asks questioningly, his voice a harsh, painful rasp of sound. Instead of answering I pull his head back to me and he kisses me wildly, thrusting his tongue inside my mouth, mimicking the action that I hope he’s going to make inside me soon. He reaches into his back pocket and fumbles for what I hope to God is a condom, and seconds later my wish is granted as I hear the wrapper tear open and the snap of rubber, and feel him cant his hips away to slide it on.
Seconds later he’s back at me his lips almost bruising in their ferocity, and I’m almost shocked as he tilts my pelvis and pushes his way into me without any further ceremony. I inhale sharply. I’m very wet but he’s huge, and I haven’t done this in a long time. Hearing me he pauses and waits for me to adjust. We’re both panting harshly and I can feel his cock twitching inside me, but he waits patiently, his muscles like stone against me. I can feel myself softening around him and I move experimentally and we both groan.
“Ready?” he asks in a choked pant and I nod, incapable of speech. “This is going to be quick,” he warns me and I nod pushing my hands up his neck and tangling my fingers in the silky hair at his nape. We’re both sweating, our bodies totally clothed apart from where he’s inside me and the thought is unexpectedly erotic, visualizing his cock forcing its way inside me while we stand in an alley feet away from people.
I tighten my legs around him and he starts to really thrust inside me. His movements are powerful and I can feel the muscles in his backside moving as he powers inside me. “Nell you’re so fucking wet,” he pants. “I can feel you all over me.” I moan and we kiss wildly listening to the liquid sounds of our sex in the dim darkness. It isn’t long before I can feel the tightening in my pussy and I gasp. Tearing my mouth away and letting out a choked shriek that is beyond my control to stop I come and come, the spasms tearing through me. He tenses and utters a guttural grunt and I feel his cock jerk inside me and the warmth as he fills the condom.
Seconds pass and we stay as we are, loose limbed with fulfilment. I could stay here forever, feeling him strong within the circle of my arms and legs. He utters a short moan that sounds like a pleased lion and rubs his head against me. Finally he stirs. “Alright baby?” he asks in a hoarse, low voice which makes me shiver, and incredibly I feel warmth between my legs again. I gasp slightly and feel his cock stiffen inside me again. I wriggle and he chuckles and then stuns me by slapping my arse. “Don’t be surprised. I’m going to fuck you all night,” he says over my gasp of indignation. At this I moan and he laughs breathlessly. “Don’t make that noise for fuck’s sake Nelly. We can’t do this again here. We’re lucky as fuck that we never got caught.”
As if on cue a door closes on the street and a dark figure passes by the top of the alley. “Night you crazy kids,” comes the smooth voice of Finn and I groan in mortification.
“Do you think he heard anything?” I whisper and incredibly he laughs, throwing his head back. “What?”
“I can’t believe that we just got caught by him. When I’m with you it’s like I’ve regressed to when I was fifteen.”
I nuzzle against him, relishing the sweet smell of him which is more intense now that it’s mixed with the smell of sex. “Let’s just hope that you’ve got that fifteen year old’s stamina,” I whisper, biting his jaw lightly and he shivers slightly pushing into me, but then he pulls back and eases out of me holding the condom firmly. We both groan at the feeling of him leaving me, and after dealing with the condom he grabs me and kisses me ravenously.
“All night,” he promises me. “Now get your arse back to the hotel Miss Slater.” Minutes later he flags down a taxi and I squeal as he tackles me onto the seat and kisses me breathless. “Hotel Waldorf Astoria,” he shouts to the driver who laughs and pulls off sharply.
When we get to the hotel he tows me through the lobby holding my hand firmly, and steadfastly ignoring the women hanging around waiting. He summons the lift with an impatient jab of the button and I laugh. He looks at me querying. “In a hurry?” I ask demurely and giggle as he pulls me close.
“Yes I fucking am,” he whispers. “I’m going to take you upstairs and then I’m planning to take my time with you.” I gulp, feeling my laughter die away but it resurrects itself inside me in a fizz of fireworks that warm my blood and make me instantly wet. He watches me, his eyes dilating instantly. “Yes,” he whispers, and his voice is now a guttural drawl. We stand silently close together but not touching. It’s almost as if we know that if we so much as touch we’ll tear into each other, and we won’t pay any attention to anyone that could be around us.
The lift arrives and we get in, Sid punching the button for what is obviously his floor. I look at him out of the corner of my eye, the silence giving me time to think. Have we made a mistake? I don’t know, and in fact my only certainty at this moment is that I want to do it again and again. I feel so alive, all the blood and cells in my body crackling and bubbling, and I have never felt such a connection and an awareness of someone else’s body before.
As if sensing my thoughts he looks sideways down at me and our eyes tangle. Finally he reaches down, and tangling his fingers with mine he pulls my hand up to his mouth. He kisses my fingers and then pulls my palm against his cheek. I hold on, feeling the rough bristles of his stubble tickle my skin and watch as he closes his eyes and nestles into my touch. For a second he looks so vulnerable that I just want to hold him and hug him tight. He’s a big, strong man but I just want to protect him. He opens his eyes and I instantly clear my expression. With everything that he’s said so far I know that he won’t want to see my expression which mirrors my feelings. “Are you okay?” he asks quietly. “Do you regret it?”
“Why would I regret it?”
He smiles ruefully and a touch bitterly. “Nell, I just fucked you against a wall in clear view of anyone who happened to go by. I didn’t even have the control to get you somewhere private the first time. Why wouldn’t you regret it sweetheart?”
“Well I don’t.” He raises his eyebrows sceptically. “Don’t do that eyebrow thing,” I add sharply.
“What eyebrow thing?”
“Where you look at me as if I don’t know my own mind. I do know it and all I can say is that I came harder than I ever have in my life. If you can do that against a brick wall in public, I’m anxious to see what you can do when you’ve got time and a bed at your disposal.” I gasp as he moves suddenly, pushing me into the mirrored wall of the lift and kissing me so hard I know that my lips will be bruised, but I relax against him loving his strength and the smell of him.
We kiss wildly until he pulls away and buries his head in my neck panting. “Okay,” he mutters. “You’re fine. You have a mind of your own. I see that now.”
I snigger and ruffle his hair. “I do and my mind says show me your bedroom Sidney.”
He raises his head and I gulp at the carnal expression on his face.
“I’m going to show you more than that Nell.” The lift dings and the doors open and we move down the hallway, the thick carpet muffling our footsteps. We don’t speak but he raises his hand the action somehow deliberate, and rests it against the nape of my neck, his touch almost burning me. He leaves it there even when scanning his card over the lock.
The door clicks open and he ushers me into the room his hand falling away as he leaves me standing there while he moves around the room turning lamps on until it’s lit with a warm glow. I look around distractedly while he does this, noticing the squashy settees in the living room and the fact that an open door into another room reveals a long table and chairs that must seat twelve people.
“Big suite,” I say, clearing my throat to remove the huskiness. He looks at the dining room and smiles.
“It’s the best suite. There’s a library and a butler as well, but the main drawback is that the other fuckers are always in here.” I smile but then gulp as he takes my hand and leads me into an airy bedroom with an enormous half tester bed in mahogany with masses of pillows heaped high. A dim part of me notices that as he switches the bedside lamps on he’s also watching me like a cheetah that’s about to pounce on its prey, but the rest of my mind is occupied with how smoothly he moves, the muscles in his body coiling and relaxing and the veins in his forearms and hands prominent under his golden skin. Already I can feel moisture flooding inside me and dampening my inner thighs, which intensifies when he straightens up and just stands there looking at me.
He stares at me for ages running his eyes up and down my body, seemingly itemising every inch of my body, and it’s glaringly obvious that he’s extremely experienced. The silence lengthens and I would feel awkward and alone in this attraction if I couldn’t see how hard he’s begun to breathe and how his hands tremble. Finally he closes his eyes and sighs. When he opens them again I can hardly see any blue, the pupils have dilated so much, and he says just one word in a harsh rasp. “Strip.”
I gulp. “What about you?” I ask and wince as even I can hear the nervousness in my voice.
He smiles at me and it’s almost out of place in this charged moment because it’s so tender. “You always have to be different love. How about we do it together an item at a time?” I smile at him and kick off one of my shoes and he utters a staccato laugh. “Okay,” he says drawing out the syllables. “We’re doing it that way are we?” and he kicks off one of his own. We take off item by item, slowly drawing it out, the only soundtrack our altered breathing and the odd catch in his throat.
Finally we’re left standing, me in just my hold ups and him in his tight, navy blue boxer briefs showing a formidable erection, and I take a moment to admire him. He’s so beautiful, his tawny skin golden in the lamplight stretched tight over his body and his tattoos glowing. He’s a big man but there’s no bulk to him at all. His shoulders are wide and muscled, his chest broad and then his body narrows into the classic runner’s shape, all lean ropy muscles leading to a flat stomach, sharp hipbones and the definite v of his pelvic muscles. His legs are long and hairy, and again I can see his runner’s physique because they’re heavily muscled.
I become aware that he’s staring just as closely at me, but for once in my life I have no inclination to cover myself. Instead I stand proudly letting him look his fill. He smiles a brief lift of one side of his mouth. “Come here,” he says in a deep rasp and everything south of my navel clenches tight, and I feel my nipples tighten hard so they’re standing out proudly. He groans low in his throat and putting out his hand he draws me close to him, both of us moaning as we collapse into each other feeling us skin on skin for the first time. He’s all immense warmth and hair roughened skin and he twists slightly rubbing his chest against my breasts until I call out sharply and he raises his head and I gasp as I see his face which is full of carnality.
He cups my breasts. “Does it hurt here?” he whispers, and I let out a choked scream as he twists my nipples slightly, the unexpected bite of pain arousing me so much that I can feel moisture soaking my thighs. Lowering his head he lifts my breast into his mouth and drawing his tongue slowly over my nipple he licks it lazily, until he starts a heavy suction that makes me writhe against him and pull his hair. He lets my nipple go with a pop and stares up at me, his lips fuller. “Did you like that?”
“You know I did,” I whisper and then shriek as he lifts me and then the bastard actually throws me on the bed.
“Let’s see what else you like,” he says in a dark voice before moving my legs apart sharply and pushing his tongue into me. I arch and shriek. I knew he was controlled and bossy but I’d never thought that it might extend to the bedroom, but now I can see that it does. His body language is forceful and shouldn’t turn me on. I’ve always sneered at women for liking bossy men but they obviously knew something that I didn’t, and then my thoughts scatter like dandelion seeds as I shiver and groan and lift myself to his lips where he’s started a heated suckling of my clit.
He adds his talented musician’s fingers to the mix, playing with my entrance and then forcibly thrusting them into me and curling high inside. I cry out and he looks up. He looks so fucking sexy at this moment, his lips glistening, his lids low and his hair a tousled mess where I’ve pulled it. He stares at me and licks his lips and almost as if against his control he rocks his hips into the mattress while he bends to me again. He isn’t messing around now and he alternatively flicks my clit and suckles it hard, low moans sounding in the back of his throat. His tongue twists through my wetness lashing the pleasure tight in my groin until almost against my control I stiffen and scream and come against his mouth.
When I come to he’s leaning his head against my thigh examining me almost curiously. I’d think that he was unaffected but he has red flags across his cheekbones and he’s breathing quickly, his chest rising and falling. “Good?” he whispers and I stretch and sigh and caress his cheek running my finger down and across his mouth until he playfully bites it.
“So good,” I whisper back.
He smiles and it’s almost brutal. “Good let’s do it again,” and he draws my pussy down to him by jerking my hips sharply.
“I don’t think I can come that quickly. I usually take a while to get going again…Oh God!” I groan as he starts in again and I arch, feeling the build-up almost impossibly quickly. He eats me out ravenously, uttering little choked grunts, and although it takes a herculean effort to open my heavy eyes I do it to watch him almost unconsciously rut against the bed.
He doesn’t stop until I’ve come again and then he rears back into a crouch. Reaching up he wipes his hand across the lower half of his face, and using the moisture he gathers, he lowers his wet hand and fists his cock as he looks at the wet juncture of my thighs with heavy lidded eyes. He shudders at the feel of his own hand on his cock, and I lie in a wanton sprawl, my legs wide open as he stares at me hard, no trace of a smile now, only an almost snarl as his length shuttles through his fist. He’s huge and beautiful, his uncut length long and smooth with a dark vein pulsing along the silky skin, and to my amazement I feel a twinge of interest in my pussy which I could have sworn was dead from over exertion.
I shift my legs restlessly and he smiles, still drawing sharp pulls on himself. “Nell, you’re so fucking beautiful,” he says low and almost wonderingly, and the sight and sound of him makes me clench and groan and that’s the catalyst which breaks the spell. Moving quickly he crawls up the bed from the bottom until he’s hovering over me and suddenly I’m very aware of the size of him and how small I feel lying here open under him. Then he pulls his cock down and notches it against my opening. “Nell?” he asks hoarsely.
“Yes,” I moan, arching towards him and crying out as I feel the long length of him pushing into me and splitting me open. He pushes in slowly until he’s fully seated and then he arches his spine on a groan.
“Fuck, you feel so good.”
I reach down grabbing his tight arse. “So do you. Oh God Sid, move.”
I can hear the sounds of our lovemaking loud in the quiet room – the slap of our skin meeting, the moist sound of my body taking him in and our pants and choked groans. He pulls back and then slams in again so forcibly that my breasts bounce, and he lowers his head pulling my nipple into the hot cavern of his mouth, while he starts a short, staccato thrusting with sharp whips of his narrow hips.
“Oh God,” I shout out, grabbing his hair and pulling it and hearing his groan of response. “Oh God Sid, yes.”
“So good Nell,” he groans, rearing up to a sitting position and pulling my hips up until my bum is cradled on his thighs. He circles his hips, stirring inside me and I cry out reaching down and grabbing onto his thigh until my nails dig in. I feel his skin break under one of the nails and he shouts out arching his spine and going fast now, his hips pistoning.
“Sid!” I shout out.
“Yes love, yes. Come Nell,” he yells and I scream as everything clenches and bursts open in the biggest orgasm that I’ve ever had, and then my mind goes black and I relax back into the mattress feeling his grunts escalating to a long, drawn out moan. I force my eyes open in time to see his face clench in a rictus of agony, and I feel warmth flood inside me before he falls forward onto me, catching his weight on his elbows just before he crushes me.
We’re silent for a second and then he nestles into me, rubbing his face into my neck and inhaling deeply with a moan of contentment. “Fuck!” he says softly, and I giggle tiredly, pushing my limp hands through his hair which is wet with sweat. “I don’t think that I’ve ever come that hard,” he mutters and I tense slightly at the thought of him doing this with anyone else. As he’s lying so close he catches that small movement and he raises his head to look at me intently.