Page 36 of Bottle Rocket
She was wearing a gingham sundress, so it was easy for him to ruck up her skirt and rip her panties down. He helpfully shoved her underwear into the pocket of his jeans, which she appreciated. It would be horrifying to accidentally leave them there.
His fingers delved between her folds and her back hit the door. She couldn’t seem to catch her breath. It was stuffy without the breeze blowing through the open windows, and the scent of fireworks was acrid in her nose. She bit Leo’s neck hard, and he groaned and pressed her into the door as if he couldn’t stand to be anywhere but against her body.
“Do you have a condom?” she whispered in his ear.
He nodded. “Do you have your pills?”
She nodded. “In my car. Fuck me.” She nipped sharply at the soft fleshy part of his lobe. “Hard and fast.”
Leo fumbled his pants open and sheathed himself in a condom. He was moving quickly, his body trembling. He seemed eager to please her, to get inside her.
Within a few seconds, he was ready to go. “Should it be sweet the first time we do this?” he asked
“No.” She grabbed a handful of his shirt and yanked him to her. “I don’t want sweet. I want you to bang me like a drum. Get. In.”
“Oh God.” He lifted her leg, planting her foot on a shelf next to a box of champagne poppers. Her back was flush to the door, and she was pinned open. He thrust into her hard.
It was a bit of a stretch. She hadn’t had sex in a long time, and normally, when she played with toys, she used lube. But she was wet enough, and the harsh invasion of him felt like the dirty, raunchy sex she’d always craved.
They were the perfect height to fuck standing up, she realized. They fit. They fit everywhere.
Leo was trembling and a broken moan fell from his lips as he bottomed out.
“Hush,” she admonished, which seemed to send him into an even greater fever. “Don’t make me gag you.”
He stifled his sex noises in the sweep of her neck and fucked her into the door with the type of abandon she’d only ever dreamed of. It was frenzied and rough. Her head hit the door as she arched her neck. Sweat dripped down her spine and slicked her skin under his palms.
She fisted the back of his T-shirt and held on. Each thrust was sharp and strong, hitting her just right. Her pussy clenched around his cock and stars burst in her vision. She was close but not quite there. She loved this moment during sex. The struggle to the peak. The delicious aching pain before the release.
Leo sucked kisses on her neck. Then with a move so quick it made her head spin, he ripped down the straps of her dress, exposing her tits. He cupped one of her breasts, leaned down, and snagged her nipple with his tongue.
“Harder,” she demanded. She didn’t know if she wanted him to be rougher with her nipple or to fuck her harder. Or both.
He did both.
He lifted his head, braced one hand on the wall above her, hammered into her, and pinched her nipple so hard she cried out. He crashed his mouth onto hers to silence her cries, but they were banging into the door pretty loudly. If anyone was around, there would be no doubt what was happening in the fireworks stand.
Heat bloomed through the small of her back and warmth flooded her pussy. Almost there.
She was almost there.
Leo tore his mouth from hers. “Please, Rosie. Please.” He was chanting, begging against her skin, his voice so needy and so at odds with the way he was taking her apart.
Her knees started to shake, and she had to smack a hand against the doorjamb to hold herself up. Leo changed his angle slightly, giving his hips a swivel at the end of each thrust, which resulted in extra pressure and drag on her swollen clit.
Her fuse was getting shorter and shorter by the second. He tweaked her nipple, and she ignited.
She came in a shower of sparks and heavy breaths and sharp cries, and he came silently, sucking on her neck like a little vampire, his body a wave she wanted to ride forever.
* * *
Leo didn’t wantto pull out. He wanted to stay pressed up against Rosie’s body for the foreseeable future. Unfortunately, they were in a sweltering fireworks stand, and he figured they’d about used up all their luck.
He stepped back, but as soon as his body wasn’t holding Rosie’s in place, her foot slipped from the shelf and kicked a box of snappers onto the floor. Several of the snappers popped, and they both jumped a mile.
He quickly steadied her. “You okay?”
She responded by giving him the most un-Rosie-like giggle he’d ever heard.
