Page 83 of Meet Me in the Vines
AUDREY
I’ve never had sex in public before. Not like this. We are out in the open, blocked by the wooden wine crates right outside the tasting room. It gives us just enough coverage, but anyone could pop around the corner and catch us in the act. It’s something I never thought would turn me on, but I have Donovan’s thick cock in my hand and there’s nothing more that I want right now than to suck it. Let them watch.
I spin him around and push him against the brick wall. Claiming him in front of that group of girls was the most exhilarating feeling. It got me hot and bothered, and I’m about ready to implode. My panties are completely soaked in my jeans—I’m eager for Donovan to pull them off me and have his way with me in the alley.
I quickly unbutton his jeans and pull them down along with his briefs, freeing his cock, glistening with arousal. I get on my knees, thankful I wore jeans to help cushion the gravel. The sharp little rocks sting, but I don’t mind with his steel rod staring me down. I eagerly lick the bead of pre-cum dripping from the tip.
He grips my chin and strokes his thumb across my bottom lip. He sticks his thumb into my mouth and I suck, giving him apreview of what I’m about to do to him. His mouth slightly parts, desire completely taken over his body. Even though I’m on my knees, I have the power.
He pulls his thumb out of my mouth and I swirl my tongue around his tip, running it down the length of him and back up. His hands fist into my hair as I hungrily take his whole cock into my mouth. My eyes roll upward at the fullness, letting the salty taste coat my tongue as I lap up every bit of his arousal.
“Suck my cock just like that,” he moans. His eyes are hooded and hungry. His hands slowly guide me as he pumps himself into my mouth. I flatten my tongue against the underside of his dick, taking him deeper down into my throat. I gag as my lips press all the way against his hilt.
“Fuck, you like deep throating me, baby?” he hisses through gritted teeth. I hum in pleasure as I suck him off as deep as I can go.
He pops me off of him, tears pricking at the corners of my eyes. I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand and he stands me up, crashing his lips onto mine.
He turns my back against the wall and pulls down my top again, my tits on display for him. He sucks my nipples as his fingers work to unbutton my jeans. I hear a snap and zip, and cool air hits my thighs. My panties come down with my jeans, and I shimmy them off completely.
Donovan’s large fingers run through my wet slit as I try to stifle a moan. Fuck, it’s gonna be really hard to be quiet. I’m a screamer. Or so I’ve discovered. Only Donovan makes me scream.
“Look at you. Always so wet for me,” he rasps, his fingers finding my clit.
“Always, baby,” I whimper back, his fingers stroking me until I go cross-eyed.
“Lift your leg. Give me more of this pretty pink cunt,” he groans. I do as he says, lifting my leg from my jeans that are in a pile on the ground. I turn to putty in his hands when he talks to me with that filthy mouth.
My leg drapes over his arm as he holds me up, and with one quick move, he enters me, filling me instantly. I gasp, and he takes his free hand and covers my mouth.
“Shh, quiet baby,” he whisper moans, slowly thrusting into me, pulling all the way out and all the way in. It drives me fucking crazy, and I grind into him, needing more.
We find our pace, and I moan into his hand. I wrap my leg tighter around his waist as he pistons his hips into me harder, my tits bouncing with every pump. It’s dirty, raw, and unfiltered. I let Donovan take every part of me. Every thrust and moan he earns from me, it’s all for him.
“Take it, baby. Take it all,” he grunts, keeping his voice low. Our breathing gets heavier and out of control. I whimper into his hand as I feel my climax approaching, building like a fire deep inside my core. My pussy walls tighten around his cock, and he thrusts harder, never letting up, knowing exactly what I need to take me over the edge.
I’ve never felt this type of desire until Donovan. He drives me wild, letting me be free and untamed for him. It’s liberating to be so fiercely loved by someone who takes you for who you are, no questions asked. I’ll give this man every inch of my body and soul for as long as I live.
“Come for me, Audrey.” His hand stays over my mouth and I bite down on the fleshy edge of his palm to keep myself from screaming as I come full force. I hear voices in the distance of people walking in and out of the building, only turning me on more.
“Good girl. I want you to come again,” he grunts, his thrusts never letting up. He takes his hand from my mouth and kissesme hard, our tongues fighting for attention. Then he pulls out, and turns me around. My ass is pressed against his dick, and his hands come around to rub my nipples.
“Put your foot on that crate there. I wanna fuck you from behind.” A devious grin plays on my lips and a low chuckle emerges from my throat. “Fuck, you look so sexy like this baby,” he whispers, his hands still knead my tits as he grinds his thick cock against my ass. I prop my foot up on the crate, showing off the cowgirl boots I wore with my jeans.
“I want you to wear those boots next time you ride me, cowgirl,” he teases. I giggle as he kisses the length of my spine. His large hands cup my tits as he slides easily back into me. A loud moan escapes my mouth and his hand clamps back down to keep me quiet. This angle drives me nuts, and he wastes no time as he pumps into me hard and fast.
“I love the way you look from behind. You were made for me,” he moans, driving into me harder. One hand grips one globe of my ass while the other twists into my hair, tugging it back just enough to tip up my chin.
“Harder, Donovan. Fuck me harder,” I moan out, not caring that I’m not as quiet as I should be. I’m completely bent over, both of my hands gripping the brick wall in front of me. He’s fucking me into another wave of a climax as I feel his cock getting thicker in my walls.
“Donovan, make me come,” I cry out, doing my best to keep my voice hushed. It’s not working. It feels too good.
“Fuck, Audrey. I’m coming,” he groans out, both of his hands gripping my ass for dear life. My orgasm rips through me like dynamite, lighting every part of me. Donovan grunts my name through his release, pouring into me as he draws out his thrusts. We ride our high together, sweat coating our bodies in the summer heat.
I lean back against his chest as we try to catch our breath. He stays inside me, throbbing and thick. He grasps my chin, turning my head to claim my mouth.
“I love you,” he pants, resting his head in the crook of my shoulder.
“I love you, too.” We both let out a breathless chuckle, in shock that we just fucked with people fifty yards away. He slowly pulls out of me, kissing my shoulder as I pull my tank top back over my chest.
