Women Seeking Women #91 - Scene 1

She pinned him to the cold brick wall, her breath hot in his ear. Legs spread wide, already dripping, she pressed against him. His cock throbbed in her hand as she stroked, slow, merciless, eyes locked on his. "Don't you fucking move," she hissed. His heart slammed. She tasted the pulse in his neck, teeth sharp, then reached down and sank her fingers inside herself. Slick, wet sounds filled the alley. She grinned, wicked. Eyes flashing as she licked her fingers clean. The danger thrilled her. Cops nearby. City awake. She dropped to her knees. Didn't care who saw. Tongue out. Lips parting. She took him deep, hollowed her cheeks. Her moan vibrated around his cock. He grabbed her hair. Pulled. She gagged, then swallowed harder. Spit ran down her chin. Droplets hit concrete. The city lights sliced across her back. A shadow stretched long beside them. Sirens wailed far off, red and blue flashing off wet brick. She paused. Eyes gleaming. Then spit on his shaft, stood, turned. Palms flat to the wall. Ass out. "Fuck me. Now." Her voice rasped. He gripped her hips, thrust inside. Hard. She gasped, breath fogging brick. The slap of skin echoed. His fingers dug into flesh. She met every slam, pushing back, demanding more. Sweat slicked their bodies. "Deeper," she growled. "Don't you dare stop." Rain started, cold drops tracing the curve of her spine. He kept driving into her. Harder. Faster. Her moans broke into cries. Her body clenched. The city hummed around them, indifferent, unseeing.