“Here are the new rules,” I growl at her in a tone so deep, I barely recognize my own voice. “When we fuck, you keep your eyes open and on me. When I say I love you, you say it back. When I make you come, you screammy name. Don’t you ever fucking shut me out again, Cricket. It’s useless. I’ll break down every single wall to get to you.”
“Okay,” she murmurs, nearly out of breath. Her adrenaline is surging; I see her flushed skin. Cricket grabs at my belt, unfastening the buckle, then my pants button. She plunges into my briefs and grabs my cock so tightly, it’s like she’s afraid it’ll escape her. Silly girl, where would I go? My cock was made for her.
Thud… Crash.
Cricket yanks her hand out of my pants, and we both look in the direction of the sudden sound. I walk her backward so her bare back is tight against the wall. Best I can, I cover hernakedness with my own body, protecting her. My erection, still contained in my briefs, is pressed against her belly, aching to come out.
“Raccoons,” Cricket says, as we see the shadows of furry triangular faces at the far side of the alley. “Little gangs that roam at night. We’re in their territory.” She flashes me a sweet smile, a stark contrast from the icy glares I’ve become accustomed to.
“I missed that smile.” I weave my lips between hers and kiss her so hard, it feels like our lips could pop. Kissing her like this is like trying to satiate an addiction. But pretty soon, kissing isn’t enough.
I push down my pants just enough for my cock to spring free. Her eyes drop, admiring me. I hook my hand under one of her thighs to lift her leg, spreading her as much as I can. Her pussy is pink, smooth, and already slick with her arousal. It makes my mouth water. I try to drop to my knees, craving a taste, but Cricket, anticipating my next move, weaves her hands through the top of my hair. “I don’t have time. Just fuck me. Hard. Like you’re trying to break me.”
“Why?” I ask.
“I just want to feel it, Lance.” She guides me to her entrance, teasing her center with the tip of my dick. “I want to feel all of it.”
With one thrust of my hips, I give Cricket every inch. She cries out so loud, I’m sure we’re going to get caught, fucking in public like this, but at the moment I don’t care. She feels like paradise. So wet and hot, wrapped around me so tightly it’s almost hard to move. My balls are already grazing her smooth ass, but I push even deeper, ensuring every single inch of my cock is nestled in her warmth.
I scoop under her other thigh, hoisting her into the air. Then, I fuck her like I’m possessed. We’re both gasping for air as I slam into her relentlessly. She groans and wails so loud, I have tobrace her upper back against the brick so I can free my hand to cover her mouth.
“Hush, baby. You’re going to get us caught.”
She shakes her head and bites my hand. When I release her mouth, she says, “I don’t fucking care.”
“Hold on to me.” I grab her legs with both hands again, sliding from underneath her thighs to underneath her knees, lifting them as high as they go. She leans backward, trusting the wall to support her as she bridges her hips and tries to match my thrusts.
“Right there,” she cries out. “It’s so good, Lance.”
“That’s right, baby. Don’t ever forget I’m the only one who hits that spot for you. I’m the only one who does this right.”
“I love you… I love you…” she murmurs right as her toes start to clench. “So fucking good.” She wraps one hand around the back of my neck as her orgasm crescendos. Her other hand goes to my throat. Unlike me, Cricket isn’t gentle. She digs her fingers into my skin as she shuts her eyes.
“Oh,fuck,” I groan. I love the power in her hand and how tightly she’s gripping. She’s barely letting me breathe. “Is that all you got? Go ahead, I can take it,” I manage to muster out. “Choking me is making you so wet, isn’t it?”
She clenches down with all her might and whimpers as her orgasm rips through her. She holds her breath as her pussy quivers around me, sending me to the very brink of my release. Still shuddering, she begs, “Slow…slow.”
I steady my hips, trading my frenzied thrusts for long, slow strokes.
When she’s caught her breath, she releases my neck and pushes against me, signaling for me to put her down. As soon as her stilettos touch the ground, she squats and sucks the crown of my cock into her mouth.
“Oh fuck,” I groan. “Good girl.” Her mouth is a fucking waterpark, the way she keeps it wet and slippery for me. I slide in deeper and deeper, my hand holding the back of her head. “That’s it. You came so hard on my cock, baby. Clean me up.”
She pauses for barely a moment to smile, then she returns to sucking on my tip, while stroking my shaft with two hands. The tension building is more powerful than any of the orgasms I’ve had before. Every cell in my body is full of tension, angst, pain, desire…and I need a release. The ache of losing my girl, and the relief of getting her back. I’ve bottled up so much for too long. “I’m going to come, baby.”
I try to push her away but she latches harder on to my tip, sucking with all her might. She pauses to tell me where to come. “Every drop, Lance. Give me every fucking drop.”
With one hand against the building, I brace myself as I explode right down Cricket’s throat. I come once, then I come again. I’m paralyzed as every ounce is drained, leaving me emptier than I thought was possible.
Cricket stays squatted, not satisfied until she’s swallowed down every drop of cum. She looks up at me with a mischievous smile before she licks her lips.
Scooping her up by her elbows, I help her stand. After fixing my pants and refastening my belt, I grab her dress that’s crumpled in a pile on the dirty alley ground. After shaking it out best I can, I help Cricket back into her dress. I spin her around so I can pull up the zipper and refasten the top clasp.
“You really do look beautiful,” I say in her ear, placing a trail of kisses against her bare shoulder.
When Cricket turns around, her eyes are almost watering. “I lied before. I did watchStar Trek.”
I smirk. “What’d you think?”
