He pinned me to the wall, my wrists above my head, his eyes alight with mischief.
‘What was weird about it?’ he asked. He bent and kissed me, scouring my mouth with his tongue, while the noises of the street carried on mere yards from us. ‘Hmm?’ He came up for air, the question still on the tip of that scouring tongue.
‘It wasn’t so much a fitting as … foreplay,’ I said. God, my knees felt weak. I needed him to press me against the wall before I slid down it.
‘Mm hmm,’ he said, pushing his face into my neck, tugging aside my coat collar so he could suck at it.
‘You knew it would be like that,’ I said, struggling now to get the words out, wanting to retreat into groans of need.
‘I knew dear Miss Frost would want to get her hands on you,’ he said, loosening my coat buttons and thrusting his hand inside and up my top. ‘She was dying for me to let her at you. Poor Miss Frost.’
Another kiss, a vampiric, voracious beast of a thing. At the head of the alley, perhaps people caught sight of us as they passed by. I hoped they did. Hipster voyeurs, watching us make out and grope each other in a dark, seedy alleyway. The more depraved the better. Mind you, we were largely concealed by a big dumpster used by one of the shops, so in theory we could do anything …
‘I thought you might …’ I panted, struggling against his pinion grasp, wanting to grab him round the neck and pull him on to me.
He squeezed my breasts then moved his hand up under the skirt of my jersey skirt, looking for the waistband of my leggings.
‘What, let Miss Frost have her wicked way?’ he said, his voice overloaded with pained lust. ‘I didn’t think you’d want that. Would you want it?’
‘I don’t think so. Not without some warning. But it kept me on edge, just to imagine that you might … that she might …’
‘Turned you on?’
His hand slipped down the front of my leggings, his fingers curling inside my pussy lips.
‘Mm, yeah.’
‘You’re soaked. Fucking soaked. You need it, don’t you?’
We kissed, more like maniacs than lovers now, biting lips and clashing teeth.
I should say no, let’s get a hotel room, let’s wait …
But I couldn’t wait.
I let him lift my skirt and wrench down my leggings and knickers. I clung to his neck with my arms and wrapped my legs around his hips, holding tight while he unbuttoned himself.
His belt buckle clinked as his trousers slipped from his hips. He put one hand underneath my bare bottom and held on to the wall with the other. I was open, I was ready, I was wet.
He slid in as if I were made of butter, stopping up my moan of delight with another fierce kiss.
He kept his mouth on mine, our hot breath mingling, while he thrust into me. They were good, strong pulses of sensation, crushing my spine into the brickwork. I didn’t care about my bones or my flesh or my blood, though. I cared only about the good and glorious feeling of his thick length inside me, giving me what I craved, making me take it in the street in broad daylight like the dirty little tramp I was.
His tongue filled my mouth as his cock filled my pussy, mimicking its rhythm and tempo. With each thrust I tried to wriggle even closer, wanting every hot inch of it up inside. I kicked my legs and jiggled my hips and mashed my fingers into the back of his neck until the sweat was pouring from me. Pure animal need had taken over every sense and nothing else could happen now until this fuck was done. A lightning bolt could fall from the sky and into the alleyway and it wouldn’t stop us.
He pushed his fingers between my buttocks, such a rude gesture even in the privacy of the bedroom, but out here in the alley it drove me wild. My sex sparked into wilder life and I could feel what was coming now, feel it rolling down from the pit of my stomach, growing and building on the way.
I tried to swear, to gabble into his mouth while he carried on kissing. He knew I was close and he made the kiss harder than ever, speeding up his thrusts at the same time.
I was gone, lost, so wrapped in my climax that I couldn’t have told you where I was or what I was doing there. Nothing was real but the spasms racking my body and Jasper, who had made them happen. I was still writhing and panting, the kiss broken now, when he emptied his load into me with a possessive growl, keeping my thighs wide as he hammered me into the wall.
We stayed in position for a little while afterwards, coming down slowly. I was trembling like one of the autumn leaves we’d left behind – there weren’t many trees in Spitalfields – and I needed to catch my breath.
Jasper held me close until I was less of a respiratory wreck. Even though I could breathe again, I was still an unholy mess, my clothes crumpled, my hair lank with sweat. Not to mention what would happen when he finally pulled out of me. One really should prepare for spontaneous sex, I thought, clenching my muscles around his softening cock.
Somewhere high above us, I heard the sound of a sash window being lowered. I looked up sharply and saw a flicker, the merest fleeting glimpse, of a face turning away. It was Miss Frost, I was sure of it. That window had to be her atel
ier.