by Stella Blaze
“Liz…”
I stopped by his shoulder again, this time standing so close I could feel the heat from his body and smell the cool, clean smell of him. He had never been one for cologne, just Dial soap.
I inhaled him, and as I used to back in college, I set my chin on the bulging muscle of his shoulder, gazing up at him.
I remember looking with such adoration at his square jaw and golden California skin.
But he was not the young man that I’d wanted to be my first. He was a cutthroat business man, and didn’t seem to know the meaning of the word “no.”
He gulped as I stared at him, my breasts pushing gently against his arm.
“If you want to apologize for not sleeping with me, don’t bother.”
He glanced at me, and looked away. “You need to know—”
“All I needed to know was that you were not worthy of being my first.” I turned my head until I captured his gaze with my own. “And you’re still not worthy. So do yourself a favor.”
I stepped in front of him, staring into his eyes as I reached out and ran my fingers down that rock hard jaw line, ending with my fingers on his lips.
“Go. Away.”
I stepped around him and started walking back toward my gallery. The sun was hot on my skin and made me squint, wishing for a pair of shades.
Jackson grabbed hold of my arm and spun me around to face him. He was so tall, towering over me, breathing hard and looking mightily pissed off.
Well… that made two of us.
He slid his arm around my back and pulled me to him, crushing me against his hard chest. I felt my nipples harden as our chests rubbed together, and my breathing accelerated until our breaths were nearly in sync.
I glared into his eyes, hatred burning through my mind.
“You’re an asshole!”
The look on his face faltered, from heated to taken aback. But then he smiled, sexy little wrinkles forming around his eyes.
“Bitch…”
He leaned down and kissed me, hard and hot and infuriating.
I pushed away from him, hauled off and slapped him across the face.
He let me go and I staggered a couple steps back from him.
He looked around us and then grinned.
I looked around us too and found the street perfectly deserted, not a soul in sight.
Everyone was back to work.
I looked back to Jackson. There was a fine trail of blood on his cheek where I had scratched him, and the red imprint of my hand.
I don’t know what it was, but I wanted to hurt him again.
I wanted to…
I launched myself at Jackson, wrapping my arms around his neck as I kissed him. His arms engulfed me and he picked me up off my feet.
I knew we were moving, but I didn’t know where—and I didn’t care. All I wanted was to taste him, to feel him against me…
To have him inside me…
My back hit a wall and I cried out. I felt his hands on my ass, sliding down to my skirt.
I took his lower lip in my teeth and bit, hard enough to taste blood.
Jackson groaned and grasped hold of my lace panties, his fingers strong and rough as he caught hold of the fabric and tore them from around my hips.
The summer wind caressed my bare bottom and licked my moist sex.
I needed this…
So damned badly…
I pulled away from his kiss and looked around. Jackson had pulled us into some kind of hidden lee between buildings—and from the abandoned paper cups and scattered cigarette butts, this was someone’s break area.
I moved my hands down his chest and pulled his shirt open, popping buttons to bare him to me. I leaned in and pulled his right nipple into my mouth, sucking it and tonguing it, and then biting down hard.
Jackson groaned and threw back his head. I reached down and unbuckled his belt, and then pulled open his pants.
I pushed my hand down into the waistband of his underwear and wrapped my hand around his arousal. He was already hard, but he throbbed and grew bigger at my touch. I stroked him with one hand as I pushed down his pants.
I rose up on my tiptoes and kissed his mouth ever so lightly, my stroking of his hardness just as gentle. And then I let go of him, leaned back against the cool, filthy bricks of the building and reached up behind my neck and unclasped the top of my halter dress, letting it fall down to reveal my bare breasts.
Jackson growled and crashed into me, his mouth first invading my mouth, and then licking down my throat, over my collarbone, and then lapping and sucking at my tits.
My hands found his shoulders and I dug my nails into the flesh that was exposed.
Jackson grabbed my ass with his hands and lifted me up against the wall. I felt his cock nudge at my pussy, sliding against my opening—my sex practically dripping from how turned on I was.
When he pushed into me I called out, wrapping my arms around his neck, feasting on his mouth as he pushed further into me, stretching me in the most delightful ways.
And that’s when the thought of Susan in childbirth flared up in the back of my mind again, flashing like the globes of a cop car.
I felt the chill on my skin and the sudden cold creeping through my blood stream. I was moments away from losing my want, my need, and my sex drive.
Jackson rocked his hips forward, slamming his cock up into me as far as it would go. I groaned because it actually hurt: not a good feeling when a minute ago I was on the precipice of finally—FINALLY—having an orgasm!
He used his hips and his cock to hold me pinned up against the wall, his hands reaching up and grabbing the sides of my face and snapping me out of the impending sexual gloom I was heading toward.
He looked into my eyes—I swear to god, I think he was really looking right into me, staring at my very soul. I stared back, at a loss for words, seeing only the shimmering green blue of his eyes, feeling him inside me, and his strong, rough hands against the sides of my face.
He slowly leaned in, his breath hot on the side of my neck, and tickling my ear.
“Come for me, Liz.”
I gasped for breath and felt my body tighten.
“I want to feel you come,” he said, voice gruff and commanding. “I want to feel you coming, wrapped around my dick.”
He licked my ear and sucked my earlobe into his hot, glorious mouth. And then he slammed himself up into me, again and again, pounding his cock into my quivering, hungry pussy like he wanted to pound me through the wall.
Talk about getting nailed…
I gasped as his hands wandered back down to my ass, pulling me apart to help him penetrate me more deeply.
I wrapped my legs around his waist, my heels digging into the two hard, beautiful buttocks I’d been ogling only a minute ago.
With every thrust up into me I felt the heat building inside. That heat was filling me up, swelling inside of me until I was ready to explode.
I raked my nails down his perfect, bulging chest, just enough to leave marks, but not enough to draw blood.
Jackson hissed and bucked up into me, knocking me hard into the wall, making me go breathless.
I crawled up on him, my arms grasping madly at his shoulders, my mouth trying to find something to kiss or bite or lick: be it his ear, his lovely mouth, or his muscular neck.
When my orgasm came it was like a sonic boom, every muscle in my body tightening, my stretched and stuffed vagina clenching down on Jackson’s hard cock with insane contractions. A scream of undiluted, uninhibited release ripped free from my throat like a primal roar.
“Ah, fuck!” Jackson barked, his voice crackling and hoarse.
He pulled his cock out of me and shot his load on the ground, a deep growl reverberating from his chest and into mine, making my heart flutter against my ribcage, as if it were trying to go toward his.
His breathing slowed and the growling stopped. I felt him slumping into me, his hard muscles turning soft with satisfaction. He rubbed his cock against my thigh
, and I felt the warm slickness slide against my flesh.
My feet finally hit the ground and I felt every nerve in my body click back to normal. Like the feeling when the plane you’re on finally lands on solid ground.
I felt the heat of where we were, how the plastic partition kept the heat in and made it build in intensity. I heard people walking past, cars braking and honking at each other.
And voices.
Chapter 10
“I swear to god, Rueben, there’s someone fucking in there!”
“Shiiit…” Jackson said in a hoarse whisper.
“You’re yanking my chain!” a man said, Rueben I guessed.
“I came out here for a cigarette and heard them going at it. We should call the cops.”
“No police!” Rueben exclaimed. “We can’t afford the press. I can just see the headline: Sex fiends found committing lewd act outside local restaurant.”
The woman laughed. “They’ll probably blame it on your lunch special. Having oysters on the menu is just asking for perverts. I heard it on Dr. Oz.”
“Let’s go back in,” Rueben said. “Maybe they’re done and’ll get the hell out of here if we leave them alone.”
I waited to hear them say more, but they must have gone back into the restaurant.
I pushed Jackson away from me and pulled up the top of my dress and resecured it around the back of my neck. Next I pushed down my skirt, taking a moment to carefully pat out any wrinkles.
Jackson slumped against the brick wall, scrubbing a big hand over his face and staring at me as I straightened my dress out.
“You look different.” He looked down at his semi-hard cock and shoved it back into his pants with a wince. “Better. More like you.”
More like me…
Yes, I did feel more like myself, more like the old me.
I closed my eyes and assessed how I felt on the inside. My heart was beating regularly, my body wasn’t shaking, I wasn’t nervous or crazy feeling.
And I had that great post-coital feeling, endorphins surging through me like the best damned drug in the fucking universe.
I opened my eyes and looked at the hulking, beautiful man in front of me. Chest still bare, pants still unbuttoned, his hair mussed and his lips pink and swollen from kissing.
He also had scratches across his chest and a definite bite mark on one pec.
I stepped over to him, leaned in and kissed him oh so gently on the lips, and then stepped away.
All those years I’d been holding in all my hurt, letting it fester into hate. And here he was, the asshole that had declined being my first lover—and became the first man to break my heart.
He was the one that ended my battle with my sex drive, lifting me up and pounding me into a wall until I finally found my orgasm again.
For this I had to thank him.
Well, I guess I just had, having sex with him.
I looked down on the parched asphalt of the alley and saw the shimmering proof of how much he’d enjoyed being inside me.
I reached out and touched his face, letting my fingers graze his skin.
“You’ll never know how much I needed that.” I smiled and withdrew my touch. “Thanks.”
I turned and walked out into the sunlight, out into the summer wind and milling foot traffic. Back into the city I loved, the city I lived in and played in, and screamed towards the highest skyscraper…
This bitch is back!
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