You had me pressed against the wall, my leather jacket holding firm as I wiggled into your touch. You smelled of sandalwood, vanilla, and a hint of your sweet sweat from the dance floor. Even though you were only watching me dance from a distance, I noticed you wiping sweat from your brow. Was it me making you so hot? Or the joy of everyone watching me?
I bite gently into your leather jacket, my lipstick leaving the shape of my lips on the shell of your blackened shoulder, and gasped, throwing my head back. The palm of your hand was between the top part of my skirt and my freshly shaved skin. You rested there, not moving, and stayed hovering above where I wanted you to be.
“All you have to do is keep quiet? Then maybe I’ll give you what you’ve been craving.” You said low in my ear.
Earlier when we stood at the bar ordering our drinks, we watched across the way as some hot dyke with dark short hair got fisted. By whom? We could only see their arm but never the fister. The mystery was titillating. While watching, you slid your arms around my waist, and said: “You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”
I quickly realized I had been slack jaw staring. In my obsession, I hadn’t even noticed that our drinks were ready. You’d even already paid for them. I laughed and smiled. In taking a sip of my drink, I paraded onto the dance floor, slyly winking at you from over my shoulder.
Now, against the wall in the dark hallway, I whimpered under your touch. I’m not very good at keeping it all in. You know how much I love to be loud. But I wanted your hands so badly, I simply nodded and did as I was told. I tried to hold it all in.
I felt your fingers slide downward, feeling the moisture from your fingers and my pelvis. You made your way, moving past my clit and between my very wet folds. You sat tapping at my entrance. Your fingers getting gently sucked against my pussy every time they tapped.
You were so close. I squeezed my pelvic muscles, trying to pull you in. I didn’t care if you were ready. It was driving me crazy that I could almost feel you inside of me.
“Tsk, Tsk, Tsk.” You said as you pulled your hand from between my legs and into the open air. Before I knew it, you cupped my mouth with that same hand. I could smell my pussy and the heat from your metal rings. You pushed me harder into the wall and leaned firmly into me, speaking into my ear.
“Not until I’m ready...”
Your other hand came up across my throat, pressing me back into the wall. Thank goodness too, as I closed my eyes and moaned deeply into your hand. We were only around the corner from the bar. The music was loud enough to cover things, with the occasional silence of a new song starting. But I knew I could be louder. I wanted to be so much louder.
Your thigh slid between my thigh, stretching my knee-length skirt into me. I could feel your packer rubbing against my pelvis. The weight of your hands, and your body, felt so good as you held me against the wall so firmly. It took everything in me to not pull you into me. My pussy throbbed thinking about it.
Holding me like this, you grinded against me like we were dancing. I let my body buck against yours as my jade nails scratched into the wall. You snickered and smiled wickedly as you played with me; alternating the rhythm and even pulling back to watch me struggle to reach you. I was so eager for you.
The light behind my eyes changed for a moment. When I opened them, I watched a couple smile as they walked past us and into the playroom. They slid the black curtain closed behind them. I could hear laughter, moans, and a few thuds as they were getting settled in. My eyes closed, and I moaned in ecstasy that they saw me like this. As yours.
In an instant, your hands dropped from around my throat and mouth. You flipped me around, grabbed my hair, and pushed me in the direction you wanted with my cheek against the wall. I watched from the corner of my eye as your other hand unbuttoned, unzipped, and pulled out your play packer.
In just a few breaths, you had my knee-length skirt sharply pulled up. The edges flexed around my thighs as you slowly rubbed the head of your cock around the outside of my pussy.
“Beg for it.” You said, and I didn’t even hesitate. “Yes, please. I need you so badly. Please, fuck me. Please, come on, put your cock inside me. Sir, please….”
And with that, you slid all the way in, filling me as I moaned loudly over the music. Now, you were just as eager as me. Letting go of my hair, you pulled my arms back just above my elbow. I arched into you as you fucked me harder into the wall. You whispered all sorts of filth in my ears. How I was yours. How much of a slut I was. That you’d maybe get some leather dykes together and let them fuck me. How I was so naughty letting others see me getting fucked.
The sweat was all over my body. Our humidity dampened the interior of our leathers. We were well past me staying quiet. My moans were echoing down the hall.
“Louder...” you whispered into my ear. I immediately freed myself up, surrendering to the rawness that was my desire. “Louder!” you commanded even more firmly as you fucked me hard and deep. With each thrust, my voice grew in volume. You loved hearing me, too.
I pressed my hips back, meeting you, wanting you deeper inside of me. I heard slaps from down the hall and hoped they were enjoying what they were hearing, too.
You let go of my arms. Instead, you gripped the back of my neck, pushing me into the wall. Your body landed more firmly against mine. I shook as my pussy pulsed and wrapped tighter around you. I lost a sense of rhythm to my movements. There was only the desire to feel as much as I could, as fast as I could.
You bit my neck and then my ear. “Come on, you can do better than that. Come on, louder, cum for me.” you said as your lips went back to my neck bitting. Holding on to the flesh of my neck with your teeth, my right hand pulled your head deeper into me. I was delirious to your teeth on me, marking me.
I felt wave after wave of electricity surge through me until I burst forward, cumming and screaming, scratching and pounding my hands into the wall.
Your hand released my neck, only to grab me by the waist. You held me, pulling me harder against you. “You are not going anywhere.”, you growled in my ear as you fucked me more for your pleasure. My pussy was so wet it made squishing noises. You grunted and groaned as you continued to fuck me.
“I want you to….I want you…..”, you could barely get any words out. But I was almost there again, and I already knew. Feeling your fingernails dig into my hips, I erupted again. This time I drenched everything - your cock, your pants, my skirt (thankfully black), the carpet of the floor, as I squirted.
I could hear how much that turned you on. I could feel it as both your hands pulled my hips harder into you. Every ten seconds, I’d squirt again. Our rhythm grew sporadic as you came too. We were a sticky, wet mess.
We rested there in place. You leaned against my back; I was pressed into the wall, just breathing. You slipped out of me and I gasped as what was so filled was now empty. I turned around to face you. You held my face, kissing me slowly. We both laughed under broken kisses as we heard other screams of pleasure down the hallway.
“Wanna get out of here?” You said, reaching for my hand.
“Sure,” I replied, taking your hand. “But let me have one more dance...”