Page 2 of Say I'm Yours, Firecracker

“Lady, huh?” I laughed, I was no lady.

“Maybe you’d like being fucked in front of strangers.” He didn’t pose it as a question, but it wasn’t a statement either.

I placed a hand on his shoulder, pushing him out of my way. As I walked away from him I made sure to swing my hips, carefully placing my steps so I wouldn’t fall on the now slick dance floor.

He caught up quick, his chest licking heat up my spine. His sizable hands clamped down on my waist, “I hope you’re okay with me touching you, Firecracker.” He rumbled low, and anticipation shot through my veins. “Because I need it.”

He steered us into a dark hall, where lights flashed and the wall was velvet.

Tile floor turned to plush carpet before he spun me around and pressed his lips to mine, hungry and unyielding. I’d never been kissed with such determination.

“Every time I’ve seen you walk through those doors I’ve wanted to do that.” His voice seemed even deeper than before. Honest in a way that surprised me.

“That’s a long time to wait, Behemoth.”

He trailed his mouth down my neck, over the curve of my jaw. “I don’t do this.”

“Fuck girls in clubs?”

He laughed, “Fuck girls I don’t know.”

“No names.” I stopped him, planting my lips on his. He got the hint, or at least we both seemed to be on the same page.

His calloused hands roamed over my clothes, pushing or pulling them for better access. I should care that he’d exposed my breasts to anyone who happened to get close enough to our secluded corner. When I chose my sequined silver tank I didn’t expect to have it shoved between my breasts like a thong for my tits.

I devoured his sounds, enjoying the wetness pooling beneath my skirt. I’d seen him here often, but always from the dance floor below. His tattooed arms leaned over the railing with a tumbler of dark amber liquid.

Now that I could see him closer I cataloged every inch, memorizing every tattoo to memory. A rose covered one hand, and roman numerals lined his fingers. I was currently too tipsy to understand them.

He wasn’t gentle, and neither was I.

Placing his hands on my hips he hoisted me up so we aligned in all the most delicious places. I unbuckled the expensive leather belt from his tailored pants but didn’t bother to remove it completely.

I unzipped him and plunged my hand into his boxers. He was girthy, not obnoxiously big, thank God, I never was one to enjoy a nine-inch cock. The way he moved his mouth was ecstasy and I had a feeling he would make me cum, hard. He was shaved, which surprised me. With all the hair on his head and his neatly trimmed beard, I’d thought there would be at least some hair here.

Swiping my thumb across his tip I spread his arousal as he continued his assault on my breasts.

“Fuck.” He growled, eyes never leaving mine. He switched to kneading my thigh leaving one hand to roam up my skirt and since we were both impatient, he pushed the material up to my hips exposing me to him.

He pulled a condom out of nowhere, not that I cared enough to ask, and rushed to roll it over his length. I gripped him again, pumping him in my hand before guiding his cock to my entrance, smearing my wetness all over his tip.

Fuck was right, I couldn’t wait a minute longer. I pushed off the wall, wrapped one leg around his waist, and arched my back so I could control just how much of him I took.

“Goddam, Firecracker.” He hushed out on a breath.

He was barely keeping it together, as I stilled to give him a moment. Leaning into him I said, “Fuck me like you hate me, pretty boy.”

His eyes, impossible as it may be, darkened, and he lifted me up wrapping my other leg around his waist and pressing me into the wall. In one fluid movement, he slid all the way to the hilt, crushing my clit into his pelvis. He watched me grind on him like a cat in heat, letting me control the first few movements.

The moment I moaned into his neck, his control snapped, a thin rubber band stretched too thin. He pounded into me, my back hit the wall as his thrusts became harder. He buried himself into me over and over as he watched between my pussy and my face.

His mouth covered mine to stifle our sounds. Flesh hitting flesh, slick sucking, it was all I could hear, even the music seemed muted in this moment.

As waves of pleasure wreaked havoc on my nerves, he continued to press himself as far in as he could, grinding my clit and hitting all the nerves in my body at just the right angle. Heat swept across my skin as my orgasm built closer.

“Cum on my cock, Firecracker.” He whispered into my shoulder, before biting down on the sensitive skin there and using the moment to pinch my nipple. Hard.

Cum I did.

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