CHAPTER597
Maybe it’s the insecurity from months of being weird and all the crap that’s gone on with us lately. I really want him to see we are still us and we can still be kinky and spontaneous and have sex in risky places.
“Fuck, huh? Someone’s clearly drunk.” He grins ducking in to kiss me and I let him walk me backwards against a wall, so I can lean against it and keep myself upright. Arrick kisses me passionately, tongue trailing mine and caressing it. I love how he tastes and feels, his hand cupping my face and sliding into my hair as he gets more into the kiss and presses his body perfectly to mine.
Try as I might, the hot and horny factor doesn’t kick in like it always does, out here when he kisses me this way and despite how easily he turned me on in the bar, I want to lay down. It’s the nausea that’s waving up inside and maybe the fact my head is swirling a little bit, so I try to make the kiss steamier.
I bite his bottom lip and shove my hands under his shirt, raking my nails up that abdomen and tingling at the sense of power it gives me when his body reacts. Flinching: his bulge in his pants growing against my pelvis and finally, I start to get that sense of crazy longing between my thighs, even if it’s more of a slow burning ember than a raging fire.
What the hell is wrong with me?
I have never had issue with him turning me on, ever.
I shove him backwards hard, so he’s knocked off balance, his mouth glued to mine as I keep him locked there with hands around his head and walk him backwards into a shop window aggressively that’s opposite the wall he has me against. Maybe I need to take control and unleash the side that likes to tie him up and make him surrender to me.
Arrick’s startled by the sudden shift, hands sort of fly out before he steadies himself on me, but there’s not much he can do with my tongue down his throat, forcibly assaulting my boy in a crazy hormonal way. I just wish my natural instincts were being a little more helpful. Not feeling this how I normally would. It’s all forced.
Get it together, Sophie.
His body relaxes as he moves into my kiss once more, his back flat to a closed and shuttered window, his hands back on my face as he takes a little control and runs his tongue along my bottom lip before sucking it in and kissing me senseless.
I’m a little bit erratic and crazy pawing at him and scratching him up in a bid to really feel this. It’s not working, I feel guilty that I may be hurting him, even though he seems very into it and normally I have no qualms about assaulting the shit out of him in the name of hard sex. Arrick is kissing me, groping my breasts, and making it clear this is working for him. One hand strays over my ass and under the edge of my skirt so he can lay full palm on naked ass and squeezes it as he yanks my body against his. It does nothing for me.
Jesus Christ, girl… Get with this! It’s Arrick. He likes this shit, as do you.
I thrust one hand down the front of his jeans and feel him out, not wholly turned on yet but slowly building to it and I have to admit, having him all hot and hard in my palm, makes it a lot easier to loosen up. Especially when he breaks free to kiss my neck and my little hand squeeze makes him groan in my ear, in turn my inners sizzle in reaction.
This is more like it.
“Take me somewhere you can fuck me” I demand hoarsely into his ear as he makes another go at sucking and nibbling my neck, tingles spreading through me at that little button pusher and his hand slides between my thighs under my short denim skirt.
I came out in my new shoes and a mini skirt with the full intention of seducing him tonight, wearing panties that are easy to pull aside. I’m a woman on a mission and I am not even sure what pushed me to decide this was tonight’s plan. I guess it’s some delayed reaction to today, to Claude and the whole messy affair. Arrick does so much for me, believes in me and I want him to feel like I appreciate him in all the ways I do. I guess letting him have a night of wild fun is sort of like a reward.
Arrick doesn’t say anything, just lifts his head to look around and then hauls me with him in the direction of a nearby alley. It’s in pitch darkness and so narrow between two closed shops that it’s almost invisible. He pulls me into the tight gap that’s barely big enough for both of us but in here it’s literally like walking into a black room. He moves me along until we are completely concealed from the street and hitches me up around his waist in a swift motion, so he can prop me against the freezing brick wall and wedge us in.
“This do you? Obscured from passers-by.” I can’t see him anymore, only feel his warm breath at my ear
I bite his lip as a response, get a little rough with my wandering hands on his naked skin, concentrating on keeping myself up here while wiggling my pelvis against his suggestively. If dry humping was an Olympic sport, then I am making a good play to qualify for contender. I almost have his shirt open when he catches my wrist and pins it above my head as he pulls away panting. I can feel his shallow breaths pulsing through me and even though he’s keeping me propped up expertly, it’s obvious he’s struggling to remain in control. His erection is evident through his jeans, almost trying to burst through.
“Baby, I have no idea what’s gotten into you, but I like it.” He kisses me harder, lets my hand go and slides down a little to angle me against the wall for better access to my skirt, he slides it up my hips in a weird wriggling motion and comes back to press hard against me with his body, so he can free his hands to get at his own jean buttons.
Its only seconds of frantic pawing and clawing, kissing hard, sucking, and biting before he has panties hooked to the side and he’s feeling me out to see if I am ready. For a second, I screw my eyes shut and pray that everything is working down there, while my stupid body is malfunctioning in every other way. He makes me moan with a little finger action and lack of hesitation or discomfort suggests I am way more into this than I am feeling. He slides inside me easily and I exhale with pleasure.
Okay, definitely feeling it now.
The grunting and hard breathing, as Arrick starts screwing me in our awkward hitched up position echoes around us lightly. I reach up above my head to catch hold off the top of the wall to keep me up high enough to let him maneuver himself into thrusts as he pushes inside of me with the full length of that large Carrero pleasure tool. I start moaning out, not caring if anyone hears when I am reconciled with my orgasm giver and he covers my mouth with a hand almost immediately, chuckling at my noises.
Really feeling it now."
