Page 2 of His to Explore
“What’s that?” I ask even as I thrust my chest out, wanting him to take more of me into his hands, wanting those fingers to slip below the leather.
“I’m in charge,” he growls into my ear.
Yes.
Before I can do more than gasp pathetically, he grips my shoulder with his free hand and pushes me forward until my chest is pressed against the wall. He crowds in behind me and ohGod, he’s hard already, hard and hot against the fabric that covers my ass.
Again he kicks my feet apart, widening my legs. I’m off balance on my heels, trapped between his big hard body behind me and the wall in front.
Helpless.
“I knew I wanted you the second I saw you tonight,” he murmurs, reaching down to grab the hem of my skirt. He begins to pull it up over my thighs, torturously slow. “I saw you walk in wearing those heels, those fucking long legs on display for everyone to see, and I knew I wanted to be buried between them.” He brushes my hair over my shoulder, making me shiver as his hot breath touches the sensitive skin there. “I saw all this long, red hair and I knew I wanted it wrapped around my fist while I fucked you.”
“Please,” I gasp, squirming as if doing so will make his hands move faster.
He laughs, low and dark in my ear. “Such a needy little girl, aren’t you?”
I’ll be whatever you want me to be,I think, desperate for some friction over my breasts, between my legs. Anything.
He has my skirt up to my ass now and he hisses as he reveals my bare skin. “No panties? Fuck, you’re an even bigger slut than I thought.”
Maybe I should be offended by that, but we both know that I love it. Why else would I be allowing this to happen, if I wasn’t exactly what he said?
“Soaking fucking wet,” he mutters, fingers slipping between my legs. “I haven’t even touched that cunt yet and I can already feel it. Look at the mess you made of these pretty thighs.”
I’m not surprised that I’m dripping down my legs. This is one of the most erotic encounters of my life.
And it’s only just getting started.
“Hands on the wall,” he demands, taking a step back. The loss of his body heat behind me has me slightly off-kilter, my knees feeling awfully weak without the heavy bulk of him pressed behind me. I do as he says, reaching for the wall, my breath coming out in shallow gasps. It’s dark and I can’t even see his face. I have no way of knowing what he might do next. And I fucking love it.
The moment my hands touch the wall, his fingers are back between my thighs. But this time, they don’t linger on my skin. I gasp as he thrusts two fingers deep inside, my hands scrambling for purchase on the wall.
“Shit,” he groans behind me. “This pussy is even tighter than I imagined.” He nips at my ear. “Can’t wait to get my dick inside you.”
"Please,” I whimper, and his teeth clamp harder into the flesh of my earlobe, making me gasp.
“So greedy, aren’t you?” His fingers thrust harder, his thumb coming up to brush over my clit. I moan, the sound loud in the darkness. Just a few thrusts of his fingers, the slightest attention to my clit, and I’m ready to come.
Of course, it’s more than just the physical sensation. It’s all of it—the taboo nature of our encounter, the nameless man, not even being able to see his face. The knowledge that we’re in a public place, where anyone could potentially find us at any moment.
Who knew that hooking up with a stranger in a dark supply closet would be this hot?
Again, his hands leave me and I want to cry in frustration. But then I hear it—the unmistakable sound of a belt buckle. If I wasn’t already wet, that sound in the darkness would have done it.
“Spread your legs wider,” he barks, the impatient demand in his voice sending even more heat to my core. Then he’s gripping my hips, pulling my ass farther back. Getting me into the position he wants.
I’m expecting it, but I still yelp when I feel it—something warm and hard pressing against the flesh of my ass. He shifts, swearing under his breath, and then his dick is sliding through the wetness between my legs.
“Fuck,” he groans. “You’re even wetter than before, aren’t you?”
Before I can answer, he’s pushing forward, his body relentless, that warm hard length slipping inside me. He doesn’t give me time to adjust to his size, just keeps moving, pressing and shifting, grunting in my ear until he’s fully sheathed in my body.
“Oh my God,” I gasp, fingers grasping uselessly at the cinder block wall. “Oh myGod.”
“Just wait, baby.” He pulls back and then slams forward again, making me cry out. “Shh,” he demands, pressing one hand over my mouth. “You want someone to hear us? You want someone to come in here to see you getting fucked by a stranger?”
My resulting moan is far from dismayed at the thought and he chuckles darkly before slamming into me again.
