Trip
I didn’t actually think that my flirting would get me anywhere. I’d hoped, but Misha was a stubborn woman. She had been so damn distant with me before this, but over the day we’d just slipped back into how we used to be. Or at least something that kind of felt like it.
I knew she was hiding something from me.
I knew she had gone through hell with the Jackals, regardless.
It didn’t matter when she agreed to some quick fun, though. Making up. If I was being honest, I hoped that it landed her with me longer than just something hard and quick. But for the time being, having spent the whole day with her, sitting across from her during dinner and seeing that she still reacted to me the way she used to, was enough.
I wanted her. She was mine. I’d make her remember what she’d obviously forgotten in five years.
I didn’t wait for Candy’s candy fake ass to come back around. I pulled out all the bills in my wallet, plenty to cover mine and Misha’s food, and more than a twenty percent tip before I headed out of the diner. I didn’t even bother to stop at Candy’s call, didn’t give her the satisfaction of giving her an answer, either.
I knew exactly where Misha headed. We’d done this a hundred times before.
She was leaned against the wall of the diner in the alley. She looked up to the sky, breathing in deeply. I was hungry for her in ways that I’d only ever been hungry for her. Never any other woman.
I took her face in my hands as soon as I was in front of her. I didn’t give her the time to change her mind, and I knew that she wouldn’t when she moaned against my lips. She tasted divine, felt better, too.
I didn’t want to give her time to decide she was gonna pull away from me. I hoisted her up against the wall. Her legs went instantly around my waist. Her shirt was a cute thing, little button up. I popped those top buttons open so I could kiss my way down to her breasts as they were exposed. They were full as ever, plump as fuck, and I wondered if that was because she’d had a child. I nuzzled my face there, inhaling her scent. She was sweet andfucking soft. Her nails raked through my hair and tugged hard, making me bite down on her with a growl.
I smirked at her gasp. She was going to bruise.
“Trip, come on. We don’t have a lot of time.”
“Hush and let me take care of you.”
I covered her mouth with mine so she couldn’t protest anymore. We moaned together, tongues sliding over each other. We fit each other like a glove and it made my cock twitch to feel how easy it was to kiss her like I used to.
Like no time had passed.
I unbuttoned the rest of her shirt, growling against her lips. I slid my hands over her as her own started to wander. Her nails raked over my abs and clawed into me, making my cock ache.
“Fuck me, Trip. I missed you.”
Her praises made me buck against her.
“I’ll give you something to miss, baby.”
Her whine was high and pretty, and as she fumbled with my pants I meddled with hers, shoving my hand in when I got the damn button and zipper loose. My fingers dipped in past panties and over her soft, hot skin. She was totally bare, and she was soaked.
“You’re already so wet for me,” I growled, finding her sweet little spot, rubbing my fingers over it. She bucked against me with a gasp and the hand working my pants gripped my cock over them.
“Trip … more. You’re apologizing, remember?” She said it like that was the only reason that we were back here doing this, but I fucking knew better, and knew she did too.
“Yeah, making up.” I covered my mouth with hers again as I slipped fingers inside of her, loving the feeling of her inside wrapped hot and tight around me.
She was a desperate little thing when she got worked up. I fucking loved it, and dipped my fingers down to her soaking, aching hole. I spread that sweet wetness around her clit, making it slippery slick. I could feel how it twitched beneath my fingers and I worked her over as she pulled my cock from my pants and started to jerk me off.
“Fuck, just like that, Misha. Just like that.”
Her hand had never been able to wrap all the way around me, even when I was a teen and still growing. Her hand still couldn’t wrap all the way around me, even as her thin little fingers squeezed and stroked me like it was her tight little pussy around me. I bucked into her hand, balls tight and my slit aching.
I needed to fuck her, now! It’d been too damn long.
I put my face in her neck, and bit her. She’d mark up just like her tits, and I kind of liked that. No, I definitely liked that. Misha was mine. She’d never been Holland’s, sure as fuck had never been Rigger’s either. I held her to the wall and jerked her pants down as far as they would go.
“C-condoms, Trip?”
Honestly, I could have forgotten them with her. I growled again, being hasty when I reached into my pocket. I was always prepared, truth be told, and ripped into the foil of the condom that I had and slid it on my dick before I slid inside of her.
We groaned in unison. She was tight as I remembered and hot, too, so fucking warm I could have cum then and there if I hadn’t wanted to see her cum herself. But I did, and didn’t waste time holding her by her thighs and driving into her like she was mine again.
“Trip, Trip!”
I didn’t say anything. I couldn’t. I just fucked her harder until she couldn’t say my name anymore and it was just her hollering and making an echo in the alley way. Mine, mine, mine; every thrust I gave made sure of that. The bruises that I’d leave on her thighs? She’d feel them every time she walked, too. I’d have my own battle scars, with the way her nails dug so hard into my back. I could feel them through my kutte and it only made me fuck her harder.
I shoved my hand between us, touching and rubbing on that pretty swollen clit of hers as I felt her get tighter around me. She always came quick when it was like this—nasty, exhibitionist. I think she liked the idea of getting caught with me inside her as much as I did.
“Harder, harder. Trip, please!”
I obliged her, driving in until I was sure it hurt. I hurt, aching in my legs and my back and my cock and balls, but it was worth it if I got to have my Misha again like this.
“Fuck … Fuck Trip, I’m close-!”
She didn’t even need to say it, didn’t need to warn me. I felt her convulse around me right before her sweet pussy flooded around my cock. She cried out, arching against me, and clung to me hard. One pump, then another, and I was cumming fast behind her. I wished I could fill her hot like I used to, let the cum run out of her like I’d marked her.
Another time.
I held her against the wall like that, rocking my cock in her as I spent myself until I was done. I didn’t pull out though. I wasn’t ready for that just yet. I liked being snug in her. We panted together, and I rested my forehead against hers.
All too soon, the glow was over.
“You have to let me down, Trip,” she said softly. “We need to be getting back.”
Right.
This had just been quick fun.
I didn’t want to leave just yet though. As she tried to slide away from me, I leaned forward and kissed her. It was one of those deep, sweet kinds—the kind you give the woman you love, rather than the bitch you just fucked. She almost melted into it, but I was forced away when her fists pushed against my chest.
“I said we need to go, Trip. I’m done. You’ve made up.”
I couldn’t say I wasn’t bothered by it, but I couldn’t let her know I was. I scoffed and pulled away. I let her fall to her feet where she wobbled as I slipped the condom off and tossed it aside.
“Gee, thanks, Trip.”
“You look like you’re walking just fine,” I said lightly.
I watched her as she walked away before me, swaying a little but noticeably pissed off.
I supposed that’s what I got for thinking I’d win her back with my cock, in the middle of an alley.
I supposed that’s what I got for thinking and wanting at all.