Against the Wall — Cecile Lovell

My heart was thumping so damn fast, sharp pieces of brick were pushing into the skin of my arms, my hair and I could feel each bite of their gravely texture through my clothes.

His hands were gripping my shoulders, pressing me against the wall and into him at the same time. His lips were hot against my own, punishing me, angry and moist. He moaned my name into my mouth and I could taste the alcohol on his breath, taste every lemon flavored sip from the past hour.

I arched my back as his hips ground into me, his cock hard against my own softness. I had a brief moment to wonder if he was uncomfortable, jeans pressing into his swollen manhood.

When his tongue swept into my mouth I felt myself get even wetter than I had been before, my cunt ached for his touch, even his breath blown across my clit would be better than nothing. I dug my fingers into the skin of his neck, trying to crawl inside him, trying to make him want me even more.

He pulled back to stare into my eyes. He was angry, I could tell, but not from the marks my nails had left in his flesh, but from before. He reached up and grabbed my hair, twirling one of the long locks in his fist and yanked my head to the side. Lips scorching the side of my neck as he found the sweet spot and bit, bit harder than normal, it almost hurt. My whimper turned into a sigh as his tongue licked the wound, sucking my flesh between his teeth, nibbling me.

My knees felt shaky and I wasn’t sure how long I was going to be able to keep standing, even with the wall supporting me. My breasts were heavy, nipples taunt almost begging to be touched, but I knew if I asked him he’d deny me.

Almost as if he could sense my thoughts, he placed one hand on my chest keeping me against the wall, while his other ripped my shirt and pulled down my bra to expose the delicate pale flesh of my breasts. His fingers flicked gently over one nipple and he chuckled as it hardened, the cool night air arousing me even further. He squeezed and pinched until I was trembling. Then he leaned down and his mouth replaced his hands.

He sucked at me, lapping and using teeth until I felt like I would cum just from the sensation of his mouth on me, it was almost too much.

“Please” I whispered, I needed him, inside me as soon as possible, thrusting into my core, pounding me into the rough edges of the wall behind me.

He stood abruptly, lips against mine again, both hands on my waist, fingers digging into me, almost painfully and not in the erotic way I liked.

“I am going to fuck you.” His voice was harsh, his words seductive, just adding fuel to the fire consuming me.

“Yes” was the only word I could use, how could it be anything other than yes? He reached down and brought one of my legs up, wrapping it around his waist, my skirt sliding to my thigh, my leg bare against the coarseness of his jeans. I was so heated, my cunt soaking my panties. I quivered and bit my lip as his fingers touched me through the satin.

“So wet for me.” He murmured against my mouth, my lips swollen from the intense kisses. He pressed his fingers against me harder and I rocked my hips in time to his movements. I was going to cum and soon if he didn’t stop.

He kept up the pressure, a pleased-with-himself gleam in his eyes as my breath hitched. I threw my head back and called out his name as I came, fire bubbling through my skin, shivers of sensation coursing over me. I shuddered; almost cumming again as he pushed my panties to the side and slid a finger deep into my tight drenched pussy.

I watched with hooded eyes as he raised his finger to his mouth and licked my essence from it. He closed his eyes and moaned. As his eyes opened, a burning passion was mixing with the anger and his hand was suddenly down again, between us.

Before I could catch my breath, he had freed his cock and was pushing himself into me. Was this really happening? Was he really fucking me here? Behind this bar? As his cock slid in, stretching and filling me, I had my answer, he was, and it felt good, better than anything had in such a long time.

“Oh baby, you are so tight, so wet.” He said, eyes closed, face focused. Finally, he was all the way in, my cunt clenching around him, silently asking him for more as every inch of his length strained inside of me.

He began to move his hips and I followed his rhythm. It was hard, fast, and powerful. He pounded me into the wall over and over again, forcing a painful yet ecstatic orgasm to rip through me, almost making me scream as a second wave came crashing down after the first. I could feel my own juices making it easier for his cock to slide in and out.

When his rhythm became sporadic, I knew he was going to cum. His hands moved from my hips to my face, he buried his hands in my hair, forcing my head back so I could look into his eyes. His mouth connected with mine and he bit my lower lip. I could feel another climax begin for me and I wanted us to cum together.

My pussy tightened around him, making him groan deep in his throat. His hands in my hair almost hurt and I knew he was still punishing me, but I didn’t know what for.

Suddenly he came, his seed spilling inside of me, bringing me again, his hips, and cock grinding into me with his last thrust, it almost felt too good.

When we were done, his breathing was ragged and I could feel my heart beating so fast, almost in tune to his. He touched his forehead to mine and said, “Don’t ever let him touch you again.” There was emotion and a veiled threat in his words. I was disturbed that it turned me on to hear the possession in his voice.

“Don’t ever let anyone but me touch you again.” He kissed me, tenderly this time, against my raw and bruised lips.

“Say it.”

I swallowed and nodded, my hands unclasping from around his neck to touch his hair, his face.

“I promise.”

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Cecile Lovell is a single mom from Utah with a passion for writing, sex, mythology and cats.