Kale
The second we stepped out of the club, I led Krisa down the alleyway and pressed her against the brick wall. Without thought, my mouth smashed against hers and my hands roamed down her curvy body, moving beneath her skirt. I pulled it up and around her hips, savouring her smooth skin beneath my touch. I felt her hands in my hair, tugging at the strands hard as I picked her up. She hastily wrapped her legs around my hips, squeezing me to her tight.
Fuck, I was hard.
All that dancing and flirting had gone straight to my cock.
She opened her mouth, clashing her tongue against mine. Sucking and nibbling, taking me in with a desperate need to ravage. She tasted delicious. I couldn’t pull away. We were sweaty fast, panting hard against each other’s mouths as I slowly grinded into her pussy. She moaned so lightly, I almost didn’t hear it. With trembling fingers, she unbuttoned my shirt and pulled it down, exposing my chest to her.
“Take it off,” she eagerly said. “I want to see you.”
I pulled the shirt straight off and threw it to the ground. She pulled my face back to her mouth, kissing me as her hands ran down my back. I grabbed at her breast through her thin shirt and squeezed it before I trailed it back down to her ample ass.
Christ, this girl’s body was killer.
Her eyes fluttered shut in the darkness as I ground into her again. Her hands went up to my head. “Hurry, please,” she begged, her fingers pulling at my scalp.
“What do you want, kitten?”
“I want you inside me.”
My cock was painfully hard now. “Yeah? You want me to fuck you?”
“Yes.”
I licked along her lips. “Beg, baby.”
“Please, fuck me.”
Man, I was done for. “Alright, kitten.”
“Please, hurry. I need to forget. Please.”
I paused. Forget what?
“Hurry, Cole.”
I cringed for a moment at the name she was calling me, briefly wishing it was my own. I dug into my pocket, all the while groaning at her tongue skimming my lips, tasting me with the same need I had for her.
Pulling out a condom, I tore it open with my teeth and hurriedly undid my pants. Freeing my cock, I sheathed it and rubbed it against her centre. My fingers shoved aside her panties, and brushed against her pussy. She was wet. Gloriously wet, and I moaned at the feeling, resting my forehead against hers.
“You’re an amazing kind of sexy, Krisa,” I told her.
She kept her eyes closed as I fingered her tight pussy, not even opening her mouth to groan at my movements. It was almost like she was distancing herself from this, and I didn’t like it.
“Open your eyes before I take you,” I demanded, somehow needing the connection just as much as she needed to escape it.
She was trying to forget something, and, well, so the fuck was I. My life was a mess. I drank like a fish. Partied every night. I had zero purpose, and I was growing tired of the monotony. Which contradicted every fucking thing I’d said earlier. Maybe moments like these stripped you bare and made you confront the truth.
I was a failure.
The only Brenner to fuck up his life.
So yeah, bring on forgetting.
“Open your eyes,” I repeated, softly.
She slowly opened them, and I saw the pleasure swirl in their depths.
Fuck yeah, this was what I wanted.
“Perfect,” I muttered right before I plunged inside of her. Her whole body clenched around me, squeezing me to her as her mouth opened in a gasp.
“Fuck yeah, kitten. You’re tight. Oh, fuck.”
I thrust in and out of her, uncaring of how loud I was. Anyone could pass by and see us, and they’d have an eyeful. Half-naked man; sexy girl with her skirt pulled up to her hips; breasts practically spilling out of her top; man moving in and out of her; girl running her hands down his back. They’d see everything, and I didn’t fucking care. I just needed her wet warmth. Needed her wrapped around my cock as I gave it to her hard. Her breaths came short and fast, hitting my face as I shoved myself as far inside of her as humanly possible.
“Keep looking at me,” I strained out, and she did. Her eyes were clouded with pleasure and… pain. It was disarming and yet… human. She held me to her like I was her shield, and the fucked up part of that was I wanted to be. I liked how tightly she was holding me. Like she needed me.
Nobody ever needed me.
Maybe it was the alcohol, but it my caused my chest to squeeze painfully as I continued to watch her fall apart. The pain took over every inch of her face, and I saw her eyes watering. I slowed down, alarmed by the look on her face.
“Don’t stop,” she pleaded. “Please, don’t stop.”
I didn’t, but I didn’t fuck her hard like I planned. I took her slow, waiting for her orgasm to build deliciously. I kissed her between each thrust, grinding my hips into her, wanting to give her the friction she needed.
It was the first time I cared so much about pleasuring another girl.
Again, it was the alcohol’s fault.
And my depressing need to fill the void inside of me.
You’re not the only one who’s trying to forget. I wanted to tell her.
“It’s okay, baby,” I panted out. I didn’t know why I was saying that, but I knew she needed to hear it.
She stared at me, lost and dazed. Her lips parted and I kissed her again, this time softly, caressing her plump little lip with my tongue.
“It’s okay,” I repeated.
She opened her mouth again and finally cried out, her muscles clenching around my dick tight. The look of euphoria on her face was enough to tip me over the edge. I thrust harder inside of her, and then froze as my cock jerked and unloaded.
The pleasure was intense, coating me with its warmth in every corner of my being. It was incredible. It made my bones shudder. But it faded to black the second the ringing in my ears died down. She wasn’t holding me as strongly as before. Instead, her face looked void of emotion. Our seemingly passionate encounter had dissipated, as though forgotten already.
I realized very quickly that I hadn’t just used a girl for pleasure.
She had used me.
Another first.