Page 106 of Black Flag

“What are you doing?” Iasked but he didn’t answer. His green eyes sparkled as his left hand came up tocup my cheek, angling my face toward his.

He kissed me deeply,passionately; fervently...let’s just say this onekiss was what fairytales were made from. His tongue gently but with determinationcaressed my own. His other hand slid down from my hip to wrap around the backof my knee—hitching it around his waist. And in a movement, so quick I didn’tknow what was happening, Jameson slid my underwear aside and assessed mybearings, deciding whether or not align boring or maybe press forging would benecessary.

I gasped loudly at thefeeling of his long slender fingers wooing the crankcase. And then again, inanother movement so quick I barely had time to interpret it, he was fumblingwith his belt, desperately trying to get his pants unzipped.

“What...are...oh god...that’s...” his fingers swirled around my ignition switch.

“Good?” he gruntedpushing forward with a growl of animalistic proportions. If he hadn’t beenholding me against the wall, I would have collapsed right then with that noise.

“So good, but we’re...in public...” Though I said this, for the life ofme, I couldn’t bring myself to give a shit about our public display of alignboring.

People were screamingand dancing in the streets not more than ten feet from us but under thesecluded darkness of the alley, it felt private and insanely fucking erotic.Maybe this is part ofthe woo.

“I don’t care,” hismouth moved back to mine, his breath coming out in short gasps as he pushedinside. “I couldn’t wait any longer.” His wet hot lips traveled from mouth andkissed along my jaw, down my neck and sunk into his favorite spot, the skinover my collarbone. “I want you Sway, right now.” His voice trembled, full ofdesire. “I can’t promise you slow, not tonight.”

“Fine by me,” Ibreathed.

“Ah shit, honey...I can’t last long like this.” Jamesonbreathed against my neck after a few moments; his head buried there, his handswrapped around my ass, guiding me up and down over.

I don’t know what itwas about this align boring against the cold brick wall in the dark alleyway.I’m sure this alleyway has housed many romps and the occasional drug addicts’next hit, but I was just as turned on by this as was Jameson. My ass was scrapingagainst the brick wall; forget the sticker burn I had before...now I had brick burn...much worse.

I could feel Jameson’scamshaft lift as he hardened further, his movements quickened, his breathingragged and wetting the side of my neck. Each growl, each grunt, each moan thatescaped his beautiful lips sent me closer to the edge until I was falling withhim.

His hips twitched and Ifelt him pulsing inside as I stifled my moan with his tie that somehow gotshoved inside my mouth.

“Oh my god...that was...” I could hardly speak the words.

I handed Jameson histie back while he set me on my feet.

“How’d you get that?”he asked me smirking. His hands dropped to button his slacks. His shirt wasalso ripped open, with no buttons remaining.

I giggled. I didn’t rememberdoing any of that. It was like I had some out of body experience, similar tothat night I destroyed my bedroom and his closet.

Adjusting my dress andunderwear I realized the only problem with this romp in the alley was the messI now had. Usually I was able to go to the bathroom right afterwards. Now westill had a half mile to walk and excuse my crassness but I had an oil leakwithout a drip pan if you catch my drift.

Not exactly fairytaleright there but hey, sometimes the fairytale is messy.

“What’s wrong?” Jamesonasked leaving his shirt open and reaching for my hand.

“I’ve um...” I glanced down with my eyes between mylegs. His eyes followed and then meet mine with confusion.

Slowly, and I do meanslowly, the realization hit him, and what did he do? He grinned.

“Sorry, honey...let’s uh...get back to the hotel.”

“Easy for you to say,”I said. “You don’t have an oil leak sliding down your bare thighs right now.”

He let out a smallchuckle and leaned into kiss my forehead. “Here, use my shirt. I’ll gowithout.”

It helped and he tossedthe shirt in a dumpster when we began walking toward the street.

Jameson stoppedsuddenly just on the edge of the sidewalk, winked and pulled me hard againsthis side, kissing me.

I wrapped my arm aroundhis waist as we walked back toward the hotel.

“Back to the hotel?” heasked.

“Back to the hotel,” Iagreed with a smile I was sure would never leave. “The wooawaits.Woo away”

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