Accidental Meeting (Accidental Hook-Up 3)

“Fuck me!” Shane is loud. If there’s anyone around, this will attract their attention. Not that it stops me. I suck lightly and lick him. “Fucking hell, Tia, you are something else.”

His breaths become ragged, I can tell that he’s getting close to losing it which makes me want to grin. I love driving him wild, I might just stay down here and tip him over the edge…

“No, stop.” Shane pulls me off him and drags me into an upright position. I barely even notice it happening until I’m face to face with him, staring at his heady lustful eyes. “Not like that.”

“Not like…” I don’t get to finish my sentence. Shane spins me around and presses me up against the wall in a split second. My palms splay against the bricks and my ass automatically pokes out to him as his hands grab onto my hips. Well, one of them does, his other fingers are eagerly pulling my panties to one side so that soaking wet cock, sheathed in a condom, of his can slip inside. As he pushes into me, I call out with sheer bliss. Shane fills me up in an incredible way. His thick erection brushes every part of me, he touches parts of me I didn’t know existed. It feels fucking incredible. My erogenous zones are flickering with desire.

He slams into me a couple of times, making my head spin. I press hard against the wall, grazing myself. It’s a weird stingy sensation that somehow manages to mix in with the pleasure in an awesome way. I like it, it unlocks a dark side of me that I want to keep rolling along with…

“Oh wow!” I gasp as Shane’s fingers edge around to the front. He brushes my clitoris as he continues to slam into me over and over again. “Oh shit, Shane.”

I lose my head. There is no other way to describe what happens to me, I completely lose my mind. My brain rattles in my head and the butterflies flapping about in my stomach become the size of birds. I don’t even know if I’m in my body anymore, it’s like I’m floating off God knows where…

Then the orgasm hits me hard. It slams into me like a tsunami and continues to roll over and over me in waves. I don’t even know what I’m doing anymore, I could be screaming for all I know and it wouldn’t even matter. This pleasure is overwhelming; it’s shaking me from the inside out. I toss my head back and just enjoy every sheer second of it as the bliss heats me up from the tips of my toes to the top of my head…

“Fuck,” Shane pants once we’re both done, gasping for some much needed air. “That was…”

“Something else, I know.” I rub my head and try to put my brain back in place.

Shane steps away from me and smartens himself up, leaving me to do the same. That’s the moment the heat slips from my body and an ice cold shame over comes me. How the hell am I here again?

A giggling distracts me, a girlish laughing sound which stiffens me. It’s too close for comfort and it seems to be getting nearer by the second. I stare at Shane with sheer terror but he doesn’t seem affected at all. I suppose this mustn’t be something to fear for him, he probably almost gets caught at it all the time.

The girl who the giggle is attached to comes in the view, talking on her cell phone. She gives me and Shane a very strange look as she walks past us, I’m sure she can tell what’s just happened. It’s humiliating, absolutely embarrassing. She doesn’t stick around to rub this in, but I feel it all the same. I want to fall apart with shame.

“Are you okay?” Shane asks once she’s gone. “You look…”

I stare at him with angry flames in my eyes. “What the fuck is wrong with you?” I demand. “How can you act like all of this is normal? None of this is normal. It’s insane. Everything is mental. I don’t even know what I’m doing here…” All the rage rolls off me, I can’t stop it. I hate that I can’t keep my head straight on around him and it annoys me. What makes it worse is the knowledge that he doesn’t really give a shit about me. “I don’t know why I keep getting sucked in by you, it’s ridiculous.”

“What are you talking about?” he asks me, genuine confusion on his face.

“You… you…” I need something to yell at him. Thankfully, I have got something. “If you can’t be honest with me then I don’t want to spend any more time with you. At all.”

“I was honest with you,” Shane protests, maybe a little too much.