I see him, or more accurately feel his eyes on me, and they make me anxious. Let me rephrase: he makes me feel more than beautiful. He makes me feel as if I’m alone in his world, enraptured to be taken and just plain wet. My soul aches to be taken, and I haven’t even looked to see if he is looking at me; I just feel it. Knowing that he is, at my core, makes me glow, and like moths to the flame, they will come. They ask me what I did differently, what has changed, and compliment me on how radiant I am; I don’t know how to tell them that I’m warm inside and getting hotter. I don’t know how to tell them that all I can think about is how my legs are getting weak and how I can’t wait to open them to him. How can I explain that my loins ache because they miss what only what his cock can pacify, no I can’t say that, but I like this feeling and want to make him suffer just as wantonly.
I know she must be on fire because the stirring in my pants tells me so. I can see the slightest change in her color, the flushness of her cheeks, and how she rolls her bottom lip under her teeth. Maybe she doesn’t, but her body sure does. It beckons me or feeds off my devouring gaze while she remains in my direct eyesight without ever making eye contact. Her body knows that I’m coming for her; it is already succumbing to my will, and I know by the time I sink my teeth into her, she will already be wet and primed for me. She better fucking not look at me or I might lose my mind and slam her against the nearest wall and take what is mine. I crave what only tasting her will be able to satisfy and to be so deep inside her that only her begging for more will suffice. My appreciation is getting out of control, awkward, and aching for relief as I close the distance with my eyes on the prize and the tunnel vision of a stalking tiger.
Oh shit, I know that look and I want to run; I’m just not sure which way. I’m not even sure my legs will carry me, and doesn’t he know that everyone can see that thing? I don’t care, but it did help me to make up my mind real quick on which direction to run. I approach him cautiously but anxious to ask him what has gotten him so obviously and deliciously agitated, plus I have to jump on that grenade before somebody else gets hurt. I close the gap while eyeballing his appreciation and ask him what’s up, pun intended, in a hushed whisper. He pulls me into his raging appreciation with a strong hand on my lower back and growls, “You like always”. I don’t know what I did, but I’m not complaining, and I don’t think that would matter anyway. I didn’t realize that I was even walking backward as he lead our dance across the room and smacked right into the wall. I wasn’t sure what kind of trouble I was in, but I knew I was in for whatever he had in mind. My heart was thumping in my ears as he lifted my chin to breathe for the both of us in a hungry kiss.
Home amidst the world in her gaze once again, and it mirrored my hunger. I just needed a taste to hold off my utter destruction. Her eyes spoke volumes that needed no words as I closed the distance between us, and she seemed to float into and in my arms as we moved towards somewhere more discrete. She is so lucky that my will is stronger than my hunger. I thought her kiss would relieve the ache in my jeans, but it couldn’t possibly. Her kiss never does, nor does her hand pushing against it. I’m not sure either of us is coherent enough to thwart our public display, and only after pinning her to the wall by a stiff arm and hand around her neck did I realize that she had been stealing my breath and that I could breathe again. I warned her that she’d better rein me in as she gripped my cock harder and pulled me in defiantly.
“Aight, you started this,” I thought to myself, and there was no way he was going to bank on my willpower to get out of it. That shit was lost when I saw his throbbing appreciation from across the room and the fierce demand in his eyes that I do something about it. There sure wasn’t any hope of that happening either after he kissed me that way and held me by the throat. Oh no, his other brain was thinking for the both of us, and I found myself grinding my jaw and his cock while clenching my teeth in insatiable hunger. I called him on his bluff, grabbed the hand at my throat, and pulled it down to my breast, and without any coercion from my mind, my legs opened to him submissively. I needed to feel him against me down there, and he nailed me to the wall with it as our kisses ground with our hips. My body thought we were already nekkid and that he had already broken inside of me as I felt myself gushing as if to ease his way. I was so hot but aching for more, and again, I didn’t realize that I had wrapped one leg around him, hoping he could get any deeper past my jeans. I still don’t know what had him so hot, but it no longer mattered because I longed for him so desperately that I was willing to get arrested to have him.
I couldn’t believe it when I felt her wrestling with my belt. What had I created? I felt that a retreat was too risky, and I might get hurt. I swear I could smell her sex as it bombarded my will and senses. Fuck it I thought, but I wanted more than a dry hump or even a quick fuck. I wanted her hot mouth wrapped around my cock and the more I thought about that the more I needed it. When I told her, she was on her way to her knees right then and there, but I pulled her up and out the back door. The back alley was dark and dirty but not as dirty as we were. She never even looked around and the minute I released her she was on her knees and swallowing my cock like she needed it to breathe. Who is this woman on her knees in this filth and sucking my cock with a vengeance? Even as I drove harder and held her mane, she squeezed my cock and balls harder as if daring me to come. I came just enough to wet her whistle and she growled like a dog when I wrestled my cock from her grip and pulled her to her feet for another flavored kissed while I loosened her jeans. She wanted to finish me and fought me enough until I threw against the wall like a bad cop and pulled her pants and panties down to her calves and pushed my face into her ass.
Oh yeah! As he spread my backside to get to my delicious center. I was frustrated I thought, when he took his cock from me, but I was good when he nearly lifted me off my feet with his face. I dared not look around and I was thankful I could only smell his delicious cock still on my lips, plus he found my horny little clit and that just drained my brain. I didn’t recall even sitting down until I landed on my feet again and needed them as he pushed his cock inside of me. I looked back over my shoulder at a possessed man. His button-down shirt was open and flapping like a cape as his muscular pecks flexed while he gripped me hard and pounded into me. His jaw locked as he was content watching his cock break me until he looked up to see me watching him and he grabbed my mane once again and yanked my reigns and my head back. Did I mention Oh yeah?! And I grit my teeth and told him to fuck me harder because I was already cumming. Being the good boy that he is, he drove me harder and faster as I came and sang. The purge was loud and messy as I heard his cock plunge into his handy work until only his bear like growls drowned out the world. We were the only two in our world, and as I looked back again to see this beautiful man with his hands up behind his head to breathe, I wondered which one of us was the bad cop. I tucked my one loose breast back into my shirt and bra, and we both bent to retrieve our bottoms, still panting. We made a half assed attempted to straighten ourselves up so that we didn’t look like a couple spent dogs that just got a good hosing and we kissed and echoed “You’re so bad,” before rejoining our party.
Happy Hump Day!
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