“Be direct.” Her voice slammed into him as they stood in the gangway of their apartment building. “What do you want?” She leaned toward him until his back touched the grimy brick wall.
“I thought we were just checking out the gardens.” He grinned. She sighed heavily.
“Dammit. If you don’t tell me, I can’t do it. I’m tired of pansy ass games. Be direct about your wants.” The basil dressing from lunch hung to her breath. He looked away from her then back.
“Jerrica, now isn’t the time for this game of yours.” His deep amber eyes settled on her furrowed brow. “Let’s go upstairs and play.”
“You never get your fantasies fulfilled because you never declare them.” She scoffed at him before turning to head back toward the main sidewalk. A strong hand wrapped around her elbow, stilling her.
“You want direct? Okay. Slide down, open your fucking mouth and suck my cock.” His voice deepened with his command, his eyes melted with the heat of his words. Her smile began slowly with an upturn of one corner until both lips curved into a hungry grin.
“Of course,” She glided to the ground before him, and steadied herself on her heels, not wanting to touch the dirty ground of the walkway. His pants slid down his thighs easily, and his cock was ready for her before she was able to spring it free of his boxers.
She rested her hands on the wall behind him as she took him fully into her mouth. No teasing or suckling, just long messy strokes. Spittle began to drip from her lips onto him as she dragged him in and out of her mouth.
His hands held her head as he began to thrust his hips forward. “Open your mouth.” He demanded, pulling her off of him. She leaned back, saliva glistening on her chin and lips as she obeyed. He loved her red lipstick. Three pumps with his right hand, and he found the release he’d been craving. She took him on her cheek, her chin, and her lips. A hungry tongue licked at the droppings he left on her. “Don’t wipe.” He pulled his clothing back on. She looked at him, startled. “You wanted more direct.” He reminded her as he helped her to stand.
They walked hand in hand silently to the main walkway, around to the main entrance and through the lobby to the elevator. The doorman kept his grin hidden.
Key Phrase: “But we just met”- Yeah, I forgot all about this…
Word Limit: 300-
Forbidden Words: Alley, Knees, Whore
Bonus Words: Make it in the daytime- I did!
Extra Credit: Tell us the dirtiest place you’ve ever had sex – I’ll tell cuz I need the extra words this week! A motel in the next town over rented their rooms in 4 hr blocks of time (Any guesses as to why?) . My husband (who was my boyfriend at the time) and I called it “the 4 hour” (weren’t we clever!?) The rooms cost $25.