“You’re on. I’m Bree.” I said not offering my hand, but smiling at him in what I hoped was a seductive way.

“Bree,” he said my name slowly as if tasting it on his tongue. “I’m Phoenix.”

He followed me back inside the loud nightclub and I headed to the bar and ordered us a couple of beers. I added a little extra sway to my hips as I walked, hoping he would notice. I glanced subtly behind me as he followed me to an unoccupied corner. He was looking at my behind and I smiled a little to myself as I turned back around quickly not wanting him to know I had caught him checking me out. He joined me in the corner of the nightclub and we settled on a bench, overlooking the dance floor. Jacinda caught sight of me and winked. She was spinning around the dance floor with Ashley and a few other random guys, apparently the center of attention.

“Friends of yours?” he asked bringing up one of his legs and placing his arm across his knee as he turned completely towards me.

“Best friend in fact. The one wearing the crown is getting married tomorrow so we came out to celebrate.”

“That explains why I haven’t seen you around before.”

“I’m not exactly the clubbing type...”

“What type are you then?”

I shrugged thinking about it before I replied, “Hmm...the reading type.”

He smiled brightly then and I realized that his smile was just as beautiful as the rest of him.

“So what were you doing outside all on your lonesome?” I asked him, making idle conversation as I slid closer to him.

“Honestly? Avoiding a girl I used to date. She’s a nutjob.”

I giggled, actually giggled. The alcohol was going straight to my brain. “Is she actually crazy or is that something guys say about exes when the relationship ends badly?”

“She’s nuts. Out of her mind, but I heard she was getting remarried. I figured she showed up here to show me her ring.”

“And you responded by hiding?”

He shrugged sheepishly, “You women are insane.”

“Hard to believe a strong man like you is afraid of some woman.”

“I fight for a living, but when my ex is involved I run the other way like a coward. I’m not ashamed to admit that.”

I felt myself relaxing at his self-deprecating humor. “Tell me more about this fighting thing.”

“Have you ever heard of MMA?”

“Those people on the pay-per-view channel who beat each other into a bloody pulp? Not my idea of viewing pleasure. It’s worse than boxing,” I shuddered and took a drink from my beer.

“Well, it’s how I earn a living.”

I grimaced, “Sorry, I didn’t mean to criticize.”

He shrugged nonchalantly, “I’m not offended.”

“So you’re a fighter? Is that what all your tattoos are about?” I said leaning over to study them as best as I could in the light.

“Not really. I just wanted to look cool.”

I looked at him sharply, knowing from his tone he was joking, “You’re not funny.”

“Really? I’ve already made you laugh twice.”

“It’s the beer. I’m normally not so easily amused.”

“Then drink up. I’m about to become hilarious.”

I couldn’t help but smile and as I took another sip and I trailed my hand up his arm, boldly tracing the length of one of his tattoos. I shifted to get a better view, but actually I wanted to get closer to him and I figured he knew it.

“Do you have any tattoos anywhere else?” I asked, leaning in taking a cue from Ashley earlier, letting my breasts graze his arm.

“Maybe. Do you want to find out?” Before I could respond, he brought his hand up and buried it into my hair and pulled my face to his, bringing his mouth down hard on mine. I eagerly responded, groaning as he roughly picked me up and settled me onto his lap. His mouth was warm across my lips and I didn’t realize until that moment how much my marriage had lacked in sexual chemistry. How much it had lacked that energy, that fire that the past few minutes with Phoenix had ignited.

I wanted a little privacy before things became a bit too hot and heavy and I said so to him. He agreed and took my hand, pulling me towards the door. We didn’t make it that far, as he started kissing me against the wall of the alley where we had only just met minutes ago.

He pushed me up against the wall, grabbed my behind in his big hands and brought my legs up so that they wrapped around his waist. My back was against the wall as he easily unbuttoned my pants and shoved his hand inside them, giving a dry chuckle when he realized that I wasn’t wearing any panties.

“I hate underwear,” I said by way of explanation and he kissed me hard saying, “That’s the best news I’ve heard all day.”

All talking ceased though as he pushed his fingers inside of me. I was already wet and I moaned as he fingered me, roughly handling me, thrusting his fingers into my wetness recklessly, clearly not really caring if it hurt or not. I liked that about our encounter. It was wild, free and untamed. There weren’t any rules and I wanted to keep it that way. I clawed at his back, already on the brink of orgasm, gasping as he started to play with my clit.

“Have you ever been fucked in an alley before?” He said against my ear as he continued to penetrate me.

“No,” I gasped and then he abruptly stopped, pulled his fingers out of my sex and dropped me to my feet.

I looked at him confused.

“Turn around.” I hesitantly did as he said and he pushed my pants down my hips, letting them fall around my ankles. I placed my hands against the brick wall of the alley and felt his hands between my legs, “Spread your legs wider. I’m going to fuck you.”

My whole body shook at the crudeness of his language. It made me feel dirty and naughty as if I were doing something illicit and forbidden. I looked around not wanting to get caught, but the idea of getting caught actually was half the turn on.

“Bend over,” he said hoarsely and I did.

He grabbed me by my hips then and I could feel his sex, wet at the tip, poking at my own wetness. He slid just the tip of his penis in and I reacted instantly, pushing my hips back towards him, wanting more.

“You want my dick inside you, Bree?”

“Yessss” I moaned, exaggerating the word as my sex clenched in anticipation of his own.

“How much?” He said pushing himself in just a little more. I half groaned and half moaned in frustration and then pleasure.

“All of it. Please, Phoenix. All of it.”

“I like it when you beg. Say it again. Say please.”

Readily I complied, wanting him to continue his exquisite torture, “Please, Phoenix.”

“That’s a good girl.”

And then he pushed his cock in and fucked me hard and rough in the alley. I grabbed at the stone wall, burying my nails in the ridges of the wall, trying to control the volume of my groans as he pushed into me. His dick was large and thick and he didn’t wait for my sex to conform to his size, he just forced it in to the point where pleasure and pain mixed.

He let go of my hips and grabbed my ass, pulling my cheeks apart and caressing them, as his thrusts became even wilder. I came then as he trailed his fingers across my behind and started to stroke my clit.

I felt my sex clench around his dick and he groaned as well, thrust a few more times and then came inside me, gasping as he too grabbed the wall to steady himself. Slowly when my breathing returned to normal, so did reality and I was painfully aware that I was bent over in an alley with my pants around my ankles having just been fucked by a stranger.

That stranger was now helping me pull my pants back up and suddenly after our encounter, I was painfully embarrassed. I hadn’t had casual sex before in my life. Tommy had been the only man I’d been with. What was I thinking?

I righted my clothes and said, “I have to go.” He looked confused and seemed about to speak, but I didn’t give him the opportunity. I walked away quickly, not looking back. He didn’t try to stop me. And as I disappeared through the doors, I was determined to forget that night and that man no matter how conflicted I felt that he had, without protest, just let me go.