Women Seeking Women #170

The leather strap still bit into her wrists. She waited for nothing and wanted the strain. She tasted his fingers shoved between her teeth, his skin salt-hot. She tried to bite, couldn't stop. He tore her dress down the seam. Fabric ripped loud. Cold air hit bare skin and her nipples tightened. Her thighs parted by force as he knelt between them. She felt the blunt head of him pressing, slick with spit, pushing until he sank in one rough motion. Her breath hitched and her back arched against the bar. A bottle toppled, shattered, but no one glanced their way. Mirrors flashed his outline, shirt open, shoulders red from scratches. Heat pooled low. He drove hard, every thrust sharp, jeans still around his ankles. He slapped her ass and the sting bloomed. She moaned around his hand. Over the tinny music he said filthy things she felt all the way through. Sweat stuck hair to her face. The thrill tightened deep, sudden, unbearable. A pulse, and he jerked against her, hot and spilling. She clenched around him, released, shock rolling through. He held her upright by the strap and kissed her teeth-first, like hunger with a name.