Women Seeking Women #133

They'd already hit the stage once, September 16th 2016, sweat still damp on pale skin while the bodies below screamed for an encore nobody asked for. Jack pushed Mina against the brick alley wall, one hand braced above her head, the other sliding under that torn hem. No romance. Just the sharp scrape of mortar against her bare thigh and the wet sound her cunt made when he shoved two fingers inside her. She hissed, teeth clicking his jaw, hips twitching like she wanted more but wouldn't ask. He licked the salt off her neck and whispered, 'Don't fucking lie. You wanted it dirty.' She laughed, low and broken, then rode his hand like the music still rattled in her spine. Afterward his knuckles came away slick, stained red from where he'd split her lip. Both of them grinning like they'd won something cheap and violent.