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“So good,” he pants in my ear, thrusting so hard it hurts a little. But it’s the best kind of hurt, that delicious stretching that I know I’ll be feeling later. Reminding me of this moment, the heat and friction, the fear of discovery, the sound of his heavy breathing in the darkness as he takes what he wants from my body.
“This is gonna be fast,” he snarls into my ear. “You feel too damn good clenching my dick with your little pussy.” He slides his hand from my mouth, down to my neck, squeezing. It’s gentle, hardly any pressure on my throat at all, but my brain is immediately screaming danger. I’m in the dark with a man I don’t know, his hand around my throat, his cock inside me.
Why does that fear make it even hotter?
“That’s okay with you though, isn’t it, my little slut?” he continues. “You want it to be fast. A quick dirty fuck in the supply closet is exactly what you’re looking for.”
He’s right—this is exactly what I wanted. Better than I could have imagined, really. And it’s because it’shim. This big, intimidating man somehow knows exactly what I want, how to touch me, how to make this feel good. He’s perfect.
And my body thinks so too. He shifts slightly, hitting me at a slightly deeper angle, at the same time his fingers clench harder on my throat. That’s all it takes. I come so hard I see stars, the pleasure so overwhelming I can’t tell where it ends and I begin. If he didn’t move his other hand from my hip to band around mymiddle, I’m pretty sure I would have collapsed from the sheer goodness of it.
“God damn, you milk my cock so good,” he groans. “I’m going to come.”
“Yes,” I gasp.
He bites my ear again, his voice a growl now. “I’m not wearing a condom. You know that right?”
I whimper, the words heightening the aftershocks of my orgasm. “You like that, don’t you? The idea of a man you don’t even know coming bare inside your cunt?”
The second orgasm slams into me, completely unexpected, taking my breath away. He doesn’t manage to get his hand over my mouth before I’m crying out again, surely loud enough for any passersby to hear me.
“Fuck,” he groans, nearly as loud, and then I feel him shuddering behind me as he thrusts deep.He’s coming,I tell myself, triumphant.He’s coming inside me without protection, in this dirty little closet in the dark.
Why do I like that so much?
I don’t know how much time passes before I come back to myself, the two orgasms right on top of each other making me lightheaded and more than a little dizzy. I’m aware of his heavy breathing against my neck, his body flush against mine, pressing me into the wall. He feels so warm, so solid and strong behind me. For a fleeting moment I wish we could stay like this. Or that we could go somewhere together, that I could feel his arms around me, maybe get a look at his face?—
Then he pulls back, stepping away from me, and I have to bite back the whimper at the loss of his heat. I slump further against the wall, unable to hold myself up without his body to give me balance. He doesn’t say a word, my beating heart loud in the darkness of the room, only broken by the clinking of his belt buckle as he puts himself back together.
“Thanks for the fuck,” he says, voice casual. Like he’s thanking me for telling him the time or something. It’s demeaning, a little shocking. Definitely not something a good, self-respecting girl would get off on.
But I most certainly not that kind of girl.
There’s a brief rustle behind me then a hot kiss pressed to my bare shoulder. Then the room floods with light as he opens the door.
Just as suddenly as he appeared, the nameless man steps out of the closet, leaving me panting and shivering against the wall, alone in the dark.
With a huge grin on my face.
GRANT
Islip into the leather booth, trying to get my breathing under control. Fuck, that was intense. I put on a good show when I left her in that closet, not wanting her to see how affected I was, but fucking hell. My knees feel like jelly and my hands are actually shaking a little as I motion for one of the waiters.
“Another whiskey, sir?” he asks.
“Two, please.”
He nods once and heads back to the bar, leaving me to try to get a handle on myself.
It’s hard to act normal when I’ve just experienced one of the best orgasms of my life.
God damn, the whole thing had been hot as fuck. The anticipation of watching across the bar. The faceless, nameless nature of the hook-up. The darkness of the closet heightening all of my other senses. Her smell overwhelming me in the small enclosed space. The wet, tight heat between her legs.
And the way she’d responded to me—so needy, so accepting of my control.
Get it together,I tell myself, running a hand through my disheveled hair. But I can still smell her on my fingers, so I doubt calm will be coming any time soon.
The waiter returns, setting the two glasses down on the table. I grab one before he even leaves, downing half of it in one gulp. The fire of the liquor finally succeeds in centering me somewhat and I take a deep, steadying breath.
