Women Seeking Women #126 - Scene 4

He pinned her against the peeling brick, kiss turning rough, hungry. The city pulses behind them, a low hum of secrets while his mouth bruises hers. Hands shove her skirt up around her hips, fingers digging into flesh warm from want. She bites his bottom lip, draws blood, tastes metal. They breathe each other in the narrow alley, hungry and naked under cover of darkness. Her back scrapes brick as he spreads her legs wider with his knee, one hand between her thighs, finding her already slick. He pushes two fingers inside her, rough, deep, working her open with brutal purpose. She moans into his mouth, hips grinding down on his hand, grinding like she can make him lose control before he even gets inside her. He’s all tension and heat, a black suit jacket pulled tight over shoulders built for weight and work. With the next ragged breath he unbuckles, frees his cock, hard and flushed, veins straining against skin. He doesn’t ask. Just yanks her closer, tips her hips, and drives in hard enough to force a cry from her throat. Thrusts pound into her in a rhythm like the heartbeat of a city soaked in sin. Each snap of his hips drives her higher, each push forces wet sounds out into the cold air. Her nails rake his back through shirt fabric. He pulls her hair, baring her throat to teeth and tongue. They rut like animals pressed to cold brick, ugly and beautiful at once. She comes hard, nails drawing blood through cotton, walls pulsing tight around him. He follows, biting off a sound half prayer, half curse, cock throbbing deep as he empties inside her. Their breathing echoes. Sweat mingles with cold night air. Nothing romantic in the aftermath, just slick skin and bruised mouths under a sky full of electric light. They adjust clothes in silence, hearts still jackhammering. One last look over their shoulders before stepping back into the street like nothing ever happened.