Page 64 of Pieces of Us

She waits a beat before she looks me dead in the eyes. It’s too dark to see what colour green they are. I can always tell what mood she is in by the colour of them. Shitty lack of lighting.

‘I don’t know what extends beyond tomorrow…or even the next hour, but I can’t get what that old lady said out of my head.’ Her flustered response makes my cock flutter erratically.

Is she saying what I think she’s saying?

‘Just so I don’t die of false happiness and hope,’ I clarify. ‘You want me to fill your holes, baby?’ I’m using the best sex voice I can muster. I toy with the strap on her shoulder, allowing it to fall.

‘At this moment, yes. I don’t know if I’ll regret this tomorrow, and I sure as hell don’t know what this means between us, but I’m hot, I’m horny and my body craves yours. It’s illogical, but all I know is I need to be filled by your cock.’

Well. Fuck. Me.

Cock activated.

Brain deactivated.

This is probably a catastrophic idea in the grand scheme of things, but fuck if I care. If my girl wants me inside her, I’m there.

Whistling, I suck in a breath. ‘Let’s go then, baby.’ I yank her hand to follow me. Logically, I should take her back to the car and fuck her in there, Titanic style, but it’s kilometres away, as is her house. Scrambling to find an alternative, I spot a dark and abandoned laneway. She deserves more than a shifty fuck in an alley, but the need to be inside her trumps everything else.

‘I don’t want to kill the moment, but, um, do you have a condom?’ She’s breathless as she pants behind me.

‘Don’t need one, baby. I haven’t been bare with anyone in a long time, and my last test was clean.’ I don’t want to insult her and ask the same thing, so I refrain. I also don’t want her to marinate on my sexcapades, so I say the one thing that’s been on my mind all night. ‘Still got that fairy floss, Hart?’ I know she does. I just want to redirect her train of thought.

‘Uh-huh. I’m planning to eat it after you fuck me. I’m multi-talented, you see. I bet I can balance the stick while you’re pounding into me.’

‘I have a better use for it, baby.’

‘Oh, yeah? Why don’t you show me?’

We’ve finally reached our destination as I pull her halfway into the laneway. It’s a thoroughfare, so there’s every chance someone could walk down it—or we get mugged or mutilated—but I’m willing to take the chance. Thankfully, there is no stench of rubbish or sign of wildlife about, which admittedly would freak me the fuck out. Amity knows my fear of rats and mice is debilitating, so the fact that I am willing to risk my life just to be inside her should mean the world to her. Pushing all thoughts of those beady-eyed fuckers out of my mind, I quickly pushed the straps of her dress down her arms. She’s wearing the world’s flimsiest bra; it’s red and see through. Her nipples strain against the fabric, but are free in seconds as I yank that down to. Seeing them bounce in slow motion is something else. Fuck. Her breasts haven’t decreased in size, despite the rest of her. They are more than a generous handful, delectable as ever.

Pushing her against the wall, I forget all about the rough surface probably scratching her back. If she cares, she doesn’t show it. Instead, she passes me the fairy floss and challenges me.

‘Show me what it tastes like on your lips,’ she whispers, her devilish hands doing sordid things to my cock. Both feel over my sweatpants, making me even more ramped up for my grand entrance. When she squeezes me gently, I smash my free hand beside her head on the wall. ‘Don’t you drop my fairy floss now,’ she teases, winding me up with each stroke over my length.

My eyes are rabid as I memorise her lustful gaze. With the last of my will, I haphazardly tear off a piece of floss and start strategically placing it all over the available surfaces of her body. Her skin has a light sheen from the heat, so as soon as the sugar touches her, it dissolves into a spot of stickiness. Pieces are placed on both sides of her neck, in the valley of her breasts, both nipples, the underside of her boobs, and dotted all the way down her belly button. I plan to go lower, but not yet. Licking my way up her body, avoiding the spots of sugar, I feel her shudder.

‘I take it back. Don’t show me. Just fuck me,’ she moans, trying to direct my head where she wants me. I’m so much bigger and stronger than her, and she’s no match for me.

Pulling away, I see her parted lips panting for me to hurry up. I place one last piece of sugar on her tongue before I devour her. As my lips meet hers, our tongues search for one another. Tasting the sugar on her tongue drives me to insanity. She’s always been sweet, but she’s addictive in this moment. I feel like the hit is equivalent to a shot of morphine to my system. I’m experiencing a high that I’ve only ever experienced with her. I groan at her taste as she moans like she’s flying just as high as I am.

‘You taste like mine.’ My tongue darts to lick her lips, nipping the bottom one before plunging my tongue back inside her mouth. It’s all-consuming. It’s years of pent up passion and delirious memories, melded into one. ‘I’ll never get enough of you, Hart. Your taste. Your kiss. Your touch. The way you fuck. The way you belong to me.’ I grunt between harsh kisses. All I want to do is give her a hand necklace and fuck her like a beast against the bricks, but I need to savour this moment in case it’s our last.

She whimpers at my words, bucking into me to relieve the friction building below her waist.

The last time we fucked, we were just kids. She doesn’t know this animalistic side of me. She doesn’t know I like it dirty and rough, but if her body is anything to go by, she craves it.

The saltiness of her skin and jewels of sugar are a perfect concoction.

‘Jesus, I missed your tongue,’ she moans out, inflating more than just my ego.

I suck the base of her neck, swiping my tongue along the entire column before reaching the other side and doing the same. After ensuring all of the sweetness is gone, I suck and bite down, making sure I leave my mark.

‘Stop bruising me.’ She says it unconvincingly as she pushes my head further to her neck.

‘Am I making your pussy wet, baby?’ My tongue slides down the crevice of her breasts before I fill my mouth with her left nipple. My teeth graze the pointed cherry before I suck it into my mouth. Her mewls intensify. ‘Answer me.’ I slap her left breast, pulling my head back a touch to watch it wobble.

‘Yes,’ she whines out, shaking her head from side to side in ecstasy.

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