She moaned her approval, urging him on. His cock nudged inside her. He eased the head a little further, then lunged deep. For a moment she was still, taken with the feeling of being filled, her sex sensitized to the max by what had gone before.
Then she breathed out. He pulled back then drove himself inside her. She groaned with pleasure, her head thrown back by the force. Above them clouds scudded away from the moon, flooding them in its eerie glow. Her legs locked around him and she grasped at him with feeble hands. It was dirty, illicit sex—and if felt so, so good.
His thrusts became deep, and fast, his body driving her up against the wall. The straps of her dress slid down and he placed a fevered kiss on her breast where it jigged up. She ground her hips against his to pull him in to the hilt, her back riding up against the rough brickwork of the wall.
She gave a soft laugh, her hips arched. Her body was burning up with the feeling of being stretched to capacity and that oh so delicious nudge up against her core, sending a roar of heat through her groin each and every time.
She heard a sound and saw two figures pass the end of the alley. Their voices faded away and they obviously hadn't seen anything but Abby couldn't help picturing how they might look to a passer by, indulging in a furtive, surreptitious encounter up against the wall, clothes asunder, and the image only served to throw fuel on her fire.
"I'm coming."
"I know. You're on fire." His face contorted when she came, her body clutching at his cock.
"It's you, your cock, it feels so damn good." Her voice lifted in pleasure. "I want to see. Let me see it Zac?" she asked. "Wank for me like I did in there, please Zac?"
"Now?"
"Yes."
He moaned quietly and thrust faster, then pulled out. "Bloody hell, woman, you know how to drive a man insane." He reached down and locked her hand over her sex.
She could feel the reluctant control in his touch.
He ripped the condom off.
She stared at the fierce pulsing head of his cock. It glistened in the moonlight. His fist rode it faster, his body arched before her to fulfill her request. She glanced up. He was looking at her face. His eyes were like hot coals, burning with lust for her as she looked on him. His eyebrows were drawn close together, concentration holding them. Her lips parted, fingers rubbing her clit.
His mouth opened and his hand moved faster still, then it slowed to a complete stop.
She looked down and saw the upward surge of the flesh in his hand. As it pumped and spurted, ribbons of semen flew between them. She gave a small cry at the sight of it then Zac's hands fell against the wall as he leaned into her and clung to her, his body shuddering in release, his mouth kissing her neck, hungrily.
"I want more, more than this," he whispered, against her throat. "I want to fuck you all night long."
"Good," she replied. "Because I haven't done with you yet."
They kissed hungrily, shared promises captured in every one, staying in the dark alley for a long while, their bodies pressed close against each other. She only turned away from him when voices rose up and a crowd of people passed the end of the alleyway.
He bent to straighten her skirts.
"What a gentleman you are."
"I do my best." He straightened up.
"I thought someone might see us."
"You sound disappointed."
"It turns me on, I have to confess."
He growled. "Tell me more."
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"Well, during the Shock Tart show, half of me wanted to watch, half of me wanted to be up there on the stage with them, being sexually provocative like that, in front of a crowd of onlookers."
In the moonlight, she could see his eyes gleaming with interest.
"Now that I'd pay to see."