Page 66 of Stoker's Serenity

Stoker missed his final shot and straightened, crying, “Ahhh!”

Marlin laughed and said, “Can’t win ‘em all, buddy. Rack ‘em up and I’ll let you redeem yourself.”

Stoker bowed his head, chuckling and shook it saying, “Nah, man. It’s getting late. I think I’m gonna take my lady home for the night.”

The way he said it, what he called me, ‘his lady’, sent a shiver of delight through me, which was quickly chased with a shot of desire for him. I smiled happily and hopped off the bar stool I was perched on, handing him my pool cue. He racked it alongside his on the wall and held out his hand to me.

“You sure you’re good to ride?” Marlin asked, and I giggled.

“We walked, so yeah, man, we’re good.”

“The fuck, over? You walked your happy ass here when you got a perfectly good bike to ride in on? Somebody needs to pull your man card.

” Radar was laughing, wandering over from the dartboards. Stoker tucked me into his side and mock-laughed at Radar.

“You’re not funny,” he said, deadpan, and Radar laughed at him in turn, for real this time.

“I’m fuckin’ hilarious.”

“And we’re fuckin’ outta here, so we can fuck,” Stoker shot back, and our section of the bar went up into a rowdy cheer.

I blushed and hid my face against his leather vest as he steered us a bit unsteadily towards the door. He pulled it open and we walked out under the overhang ? to a wall of rain.

“Well, shit,” he declared and I started laughing.

I started laughing, and I couldn’t stop, and pretty soon, both of us were slain by a giant fit of giggles, that turned into kissing, that quickly turned passionate as he lifted me, my arms around his neck, his hands around my back and stepped us out into the downpour.

I howled and laughed, full-bodied and filled with joy as he spun me around while we were soaked to the skin in seconds. I locked my mouth to his and he sat me on the trunk of a nearby car, his mouth feasting at mine, nipping my lips, his hand copping a feel of my left breast which made me groan into his mouth.

“Hope you don’t like these,” he grunted, and before I knew it, his hand, that had drifted up my leg beneath my skirt, had tangled in the G-string panties I was wearing beneath my skirt. With a sharp jerk of his fist, the seams popped and the panties gave way on the one side.

“Oh, my God!” I gasped and he took the hand from my breast and ripped the other side of my panties.

“You’re not going to fuck me right here, are you?” I asked, and barely could hear myself over the dull roar of the rain falling around us.

“Yep,” he grunted, going for his belt, pulling me to the edge of the trunk with his other arm.

I was surprised to find my blood heat with want, the desire rising and boiling over in an effervescent rush of gooseflesh down my arms.

I pulled him against me and asked mid-kiss, “Condom?”

“Mm, grabbed one from the fishbowl on the way out,” he murmured and I laughed. I had noticed the fishbowl of condoms on the end of the bar right beside the door, but I hadn’t seen him grab one. He was crafty, and slick, and I loved that about him.

I edged closer to him and we resumed kissing fervently, the rain pattering around us warm and full of life.

“Not afraid of getting caught?” he asked.

“I’ll just hide behind you, and not really, not if we hurry it up.”

“What if I don’t want to hurry it up? What if I want to take you long and slow?” he asked, a teasing and seductive edge to his melodic voice.

“Long and slow is for back at the house,” I said breathlessly, shoving myself against him as he stroked his cock between us, between my thighs, making himself ready. “Now shut up and fuck me,” I demanded, and he threw back his head and laughed.

When he tipped it forward, he brought his mouth back to mine as he worked the condom he’d snagged out of the bowl out of its wrapper and rolled it on. I wiggled so my ass was half-hanging off the edge of the trunk of the car and he shoved his cock inside me, sharp and deep, my body not quite ready, stretching around him to take him in with an unhappy aching throb of protest.

I moaned, my arms going around his shoulders, holding myself close to him while he gripped my outer thighs and practically pulled me onto him with every thrust. The passion was real, reacting and burning hot like we were made of potassium, coming in contact with the rainfall around us.

The orgasm that happened was incendiary and heightened by the risk that some old-timer, or one of his club could come outside any moment. Or, better yet, the owner of the car we were fucking on could come out to go home and…

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