Laid Bare - Lauren Dane [10]
“Hey.”
He turned and devoured her with his eyes.
“Hi. I’m parked out back.”
“We can walk through backstage then. There’s a door out there.”
The hand he put at her back burned against the sliver of bare skin between her shirt and skirt.
“I like the miniskirt,” he murmured as they started through the alley toward the pay lot at the other end.
“I’m always hesitant about wearing them on stage so perverts can’t look up and see my pussy. But the way this stage is set up and where I stand, it’s safe.”
He turned and she found herself pressed against the wall adjacent to the army/navy surplus store, his body caging hers.
“I don’t think you’re safe now.”
Her heart pounded and honey flowed into the well of her pussy. She moved from side to side across his chest, loving the feel of her nipples against his muscles.
“Good. But I smell like cigarettes and sweat. Or is that part of what you like? Does it get you off that I’m dirty just now?”
He paused, swallowing a groan. She’d gotten to him. She wanted more.
“Do you, Todd? Do you like it when I’m this way? Just for you. Waiting and wet for your cock?”
“I do.” He whispered it, the words pulled from him taut and reluctant but genuine nonetheless. “I like that you smell like a woman who needs to be fucked.”
Her mouth opened and she had to gulp in air before replying. “Yes. Oh, god, yes, I do. Are you the man to do it? Right here? Right now? Have you ever fucked a woman against a wall when you could get caught at any moment, Todd?”
“You’re bad for my self-control, Erin. You make me want things I shouldn’t want.”
His lips hovered just above hers; she saw the need etched into his features as his pupils nearly swallowed his eyes.
“Or maybe I make you want things you’ve always wanted and only now have a safe place to express them,” she challenged. “Why shouldn’t you want them? Why shouldn’t you get off on what gets you off?”
He pulled out a condom and tore it open with his teeth. One-handed, he rolled it on after he’d freed his cock, and then ripped a hole in the crotch of her fishnets, shoving her panties aside.
He froze a moment, his fingers buried in her pussy. “Wet. Fuck.”
“That’s the idea. Isn’t it?” Erin laughed and then groaned as his middle finger slid from her cunt and drew upward to circle her clit, spreading her lube around it.
He looked from side to side, checking to be sure they were alone before stepping closer. She hiked one leg up over his thigh and all the air whooshed from her as he thrust into her cunt.
The pace he set was hard and fast, and his lips found the sensitive place just below her ear. One hand held up her thigh, fingers reaching to brush against her clit from behind. The other burrowed under her shirt, finding a nipple. He pinched and then tugged the ring.
“Yes. Fuck me, Todd. Out here, where anyone could find us at any moment. Does it feel good deep inside my cunt? Does it feel good knowing I got wet the instant I saw you tonight?” She caught the lobe of the ear she’d been whispering in between her teeth for a moment as he groaned.
“Yes. God help me, yes, it does.”
Erin couldn’t tell if the anguish in his voice was because he was nearly ready to come or if he was fighting the moment. She didn’t want to know right then.
All she wanted was to feel him inside her.
Todd could not fucking believe he had his cock in a woman in public! And it felt good, damn it. He felt alive and turned on. Erin was his own personal siren.
He licked the column of her neck, taking in the salt of her skin as her honey seeped down his cock to his balls. The woman was on fire. Need throbbed inside him, making his skin feel too tight over his bones. Images flashed through his mind; he wanted to hold her wrists high against the scrape of the wall at her back, wanted to sink his teeth into her shoulder.
She began to writhe against him, grinding her swollen clit against his fingers. He heard her breath catch and a soft moan as she came around his cock, squeezing him with those muscles until he wanted to weep with how good it felt.