Abigail

The thrill pulses right through me – that incredible mix of excitement and fear all at once.

I’m an addict, always craving that next fix. My body is a puppet on his strings. My clit throbbing the very moment I hear his voice.

I daren’t look too hard for him, just chancing a quick glance in the direction of the emergency exit. It’s dark over there. Dark but close.

Really close – just a stone’s throw away.

I can almost feel him on me already. My legs tremble on my ridiculous heels.

I take the handset from my ear and address the now quiet group around me. “It’s my mum,” I lie. “I need to take the call. Don’t wait for me, just keep on drinking. I’ll catch you up.”

I could die inside as Jack leans in close, his mouth to my cheek. “Hurry back.”

I’ve barely noticed his ever-narrowing proximity this evening. Laughter and alcohol and a huddled group make it so easy for hints to go unnoticed.

I wonder if they’ve gone unnoticed by the stranger around the corner.

I wonder if he cares.

I hope he cares.

His call is disconnected but I press the handset right back to my ear as I walk away. “Hey, Mum,” I say. “I’ve been meaning to call you.”

Every step is dithery as I head into the shadows. My eyes haven’t even adjusted to the darkness when his hand clamps tight across my mouth.

“You wanna be real fucking quiet,” he growls. “Unless you want your friends to hear you squeal, that is.”

I shake my head.

His breath is so hot on my ear. “How about lover boy? Do you want him to hear what I’m making you take? Would that make you wet, you dirty little slut?”

Warm fingers trail up my thighs to press against my pussy. I buckle against him, breath already ragged.

My dress is short enough that he barely has to hitch it. He slips his hand down my knickers and I’m well aware I’m already soaking.

“Is this for me or him?” he whispers, but doesn’t let me speak. “It matters little, you’ll be too fucking sore to take him when I’m done with you.”

There’s an edge to his voice. A harshness.

Jealousy.

My whole body sings.

He’s jealous.

He’s really jealous.

I’m glad I’m a tart tonight. I’m glad I’m wearing slutty suspenders with my tits out on display. I’m glad my skin feels so chilled all of a sudden in the night air.

I’m glad he’s seeing me like this.

I’m glad he came for me.

The angel on my shoulder is freaking out. I feel sparks of panic underneath the thrill.

I’m with work colleagues on a night out. Actual work colleagues who gossip and laugh and pry, and would want to know who the fuck this crazy hot guy is.

I’ll never ever live it down if they catch him with his hand down my knickers. It’ll be all over the office before I even step foot in there tomorrow.

“You’ll do exactly what I say or I’ll parade you out there with your cunt on display and fuck you in front of everyone, loverboy included. Understand?”

I nod.

I take a deep breath when he pulls his hand away. I spin to face him before he can grab me.

“He’s not my loverboy,” I whisper. “He’s just a friend. A co-worker.”

“A friend who’s got designs on that tight little cunt of yours.”

“He can have all the designs he wants,” I say. “He won’t be getting any.” Even in the shadows I see the darkness in his expression. Drink makes me brave. Brave enough to press my body tight to his. “Are you jealous?”

He laughs a low laugh. It doesn’t convince me any. “Do I seem like the jealous type?”

“You do right now,” I tell him.

“You’re a drunk little tart on a night out. I’d just rather it was me who pounded that hot little slit of yours.”

“You don’t need to be jealous,” I whisper. “You’re all I think about. I hope you’re waiting around every corner. I fall asleep with my fingers between my legs, pretending they’re yours.”

I gasp as he grabs my arms. Stifle a whimper as he slams me hard into the wall.

“No pretending necessary tonight.” His voice is raspy. Dangerous. He lifts my dress up around my waist, tugs my knickers to the side.

He’s going to fuck me here, just a few paces away from people who know me. Close enough that they’ll probably hear the wetness.

He can’t do this here. We can’t do this here.

“We should move,” I whisper, and his weight presses tight on my back.

“We’ll do what I fucking say we’re going to do,” he growls. “I might even take that pretty asshole of yours while I’m here.”

“Please don’t.” I shiver. “Not here. I won’t be able to stay quiet…”

“What makes you think I fucking care?”

And oh fuck how I want it. Holy fuck, how I want him. His brutal touch, his painful cock. I want it all.

I can’t help but whimper as he pushes a finger in my ass. I squirm against the weight of him as he circles it deep. “Tight,” he grunts. “You’ll scream when I take you. You’ll be a gaping fucking wreck when I’m done.”

“Please…” I hiss, and I’m not even sure what I’m asking for.

“I’m gonna fuck your ass until you scream for me,” he says. I take a gulp of breath. “But not tonight.”

The disappointment hits easily as hard as the relief.

I flinch as he tears my knickers off. I cringe at how loud the ripping fabric sounds.

“Let’s make this easier for you,” he whispers. I struggle against him as he shoves the wet lace into my open mouth, but there’s nowhere to go. I taste myself, and I taste fucking dirty. Wanton. A slut in a tiny red dress.

He edges me closer to the corner, I screw my eyes closed tight as my friends come into view.

“Look at them,” he orders, and I do. I burn with humiliation. Scorching with embarrassment at the prospect of them finding me with my knickers in my mouth and his monster dick inside me.

He tugs my dress from my tits so sharply I hear the fabric tear. I just hope it stays functional enough to hide my modesty later.

He flattens me to the brickwork. The wall is like sandpaper against tender skin. My nipples graze and spark. My legs threaten to buckle.

“Loverboy won’t fuck you like I can, I promise you,” he says, and thrusts four fucking fingers at my pussy. I spread my legs to take them, sucking in air through my nose. His other hand wraps around to strum my clit. I’m writhing against his touch even as his fingers force me open. “He’ll never give you what you need.”

He’s preaching to the converted, but I fucking love it.

I buck against his fingers for more. I reach back for him, desperate.

I want so much to see him. To feel him. To taste his mouth on mine.

But it’s not going to be tonight.

Tonight is going to be painful. Sharp. Beautiful.

I’m ready for it when it comes, even if my body isn’t. His fingers are still on my clit as he fumbles with his jeans.

His rhythm is faultless, even as he frees his cock and guides it between my legs.

I suddenly love these hooker heels. I love the way they make the height difference so much more manageable. Love the way they make my ass stick out for him.

And I suddenly love the gag in my mouth, too. I need it as he shunts the head of his cock inside me.

Fuck.

I don’t think I’ll ever get used to the size of him. I don’t think I ever want to.

I’m beginning to know his ridges. Beginning to predict the way they hurt as they push their way in.

I’m moving to the beat of him, using the wall as leverage when I hear the conversation change around the corner.

“Where’s Abi? That call’s taking a while.” Lauren’s voice.

It takes me aback that they call me Abi when I’m not around.

Nobody here calls me Abi. Here it’s only been Abigail. I left Abi back in Hampshire.

“Maybe she’s gone to the bar on the way back?” Sarah suggests.

“How long have you known her?” Lauren’s voice.

“A few months. As actual friends only a few days, though.”

Actual friends. The description makes me smile around my gag.

I buck back at my monster a little harder. A little braver.

I wince as he makes me take another metal rung. My pussy clenches as hard around his dick as I dare, just because I love to hear him moan.

If I’m going to struggle for silence, then so is he.

“She’s great,” Lauren’s voice starts up again. “Took us a while to get to know her, but we love her. She’s amazing.”

“She’s so funny,” Sarah says. “I just know we’re gonna be friends a long time. I’ve had such fun these past few days.”

“She’s a star,” Jack’s voice says, and the monster slams me hard enough to take my breath. “She’s so down to earth. Kind. Bubbly.” He pauses. “Gorgeous.”

The crowd whoops and whistles and my monster fucks me so hard my eyes water. My poor makeup takes a pounding along with my pussy.

I’m grinning into my gag like a crazy. Slamming back at him with everything I have.

And then the conversation shifts. My stomach lurches.

“Hey, Sarah, do you know why she left Hampshire? Seems quite a drastic move.” Lauren’s always so nosey. Always.

“Guy trouble, I think,” Sarah answers. “Said she thought his dick was worth it until she got here and found better.”

More whooping, and I cringe. I know they all think it’s Jack’s dick I’m singing the praises of. All except Jack himself.

All except Jack and the monster behind me.

The monster’s voice is rough in my ear. “Is that fucking so?”

My embarrassment thrums. My pussy eats him up.

“Where is she?” someone groans – Kelly from sales, I think.

The monster grunts against my neck. “They think you’re fucking him, don’t they? They think you and him have a thing?”

I nod and spread my legs for more. Harder.

“Let’s put them right on that, then, shall we?” he growls. My nerves barely have time to prickle before his mouth clamps on my neck.

Teeth. Fuck, he’s a biter.

He pinches. Hard. Sucks harder with his dick buried inside me.

I moan for him. I couldn’t stop if the whole fucking world was watching.

I work myself back against that huge fucking dick and take everything he’s giving. His fingers speed up on my throbbing clit and I’m so wet I feel myself trickling down my thighs.

One bite isn’t enough. I’m on the edge at the second, and my ears ring as I crest at the third.

Oh fuck. Fuck.

It’s beautiful agony. My whole body screams in silence.

And so does his.

His body is wired muscle against my back, his grunts pained as he comes inside me.

He pants against my shoulder and I press my cheek to his.

Our breathing matches.

I feel his heartbeat against my back.

“I’ll go look for her,” Jack says finally, and the horror zings through me like lightning.

I tear the gag from my mouth and toss it to the floor, scrabbling to push the monster away enough to tug my slutty dress back down.

I’ve barely covered my tits as the footsteps round the corner. The monster is still zipping up his jeans as Jack comes into view.

And oh the fucking horror.

My smile is zany and awkward, my cheeks burning as the two parts of my world collide.

Jack starts when he sees me. His eyes widen as he sees the guy at my back.

My heart pains for him as he shifts into professional gear. There’s only a flash of disappointment before he’s all smiles.

“We were worried about you,” he tells me. “Wondering where you got to.”

I don’t even know where my phone is. I gesture to nothing as I tell him I just got back from my call with Mum, but Jack’s already stepping to my side, his hand outstretched to introduce himself to the monster.

I wish the ground would swallow me up.

I don’t even know his fucking name.

“Jack,” Jack says. “I work with Abi.”

There it is. Abi again.

I can’t look behind me. I can’t face the awkwardness as his eyes meet mine.

I figure he’ll bail with a grunt and a see you later, but he doesn’t. His hand is big and warm against my back. The bulk of him so reassuring as he steps to my side.

“Leo,” he says, and my jaw hits the floor. He takes Jack’s outstretched hand. “Good to meet you.”

“Same,” Jack says, even though he’s lying. He gestures back to the garden. “Do you wanna join us? Excuse the stupid outfits, it’s tarts and vicars.”

I hold my breath. Please. Please, please, please.

“I’m driving,” he says, and my heart drops. “But introductions would be nice.”

I’ve lost the power of basic bodily functions when my monster – Leo – steps out into the light after Jack.

I’d never be able to follow him if he didn’t take my hand and pull me along after him.

The girls’ faces are a picture. I can only imagine what mine looks like.

And I can only imagine the grilling I’m going to face when the monster leaves.

The thrill makes my heart sing.

But not as much as Leo does.