Chapter Seven
Bella
My back goes slamming into the wall. The force of the impact is broken by his palm coming up to halt me before I’m completely crushed. But that means I stop short and his torso crushes me against the wall and the hunger in his body plunges into every single cell. His solid heat lines my chest, molding into my round breasts and still he’s not close enough. The man devours my mouth expertly. So it’s not a kiss so much as a mouth fuck.
Our hands are a tangle everywhere at once, I let go of the brown bag obviously. Not caring that it goes tumbling to the ground. From the corner of my eye I see packages and cartons rolling on the floor. I don’t care. Screw the whipped cream. I have only one thought in my mind and it’s consuming me. I thread my fingers into the long hair at the back of his neck. Light curls at the ends where it’s grown out and I drag his mouth deeper into mine. That makes him more incensed and his large palm cups my ass cheek while yanking on the back of my thigh.
He tugs it up to lift and hook back around his pelvis. Then he presses his lower half into me and his heat spreads through my open folds making me shudder with rising goosebumps.
“Now,” I moan into his mouth which comes out as an indecipherable sound of pure begging.
Now, I want him now, inside me, filling me, pushing the craving out to my edges and out through my trembling skin.
He seems to take on board my pleading because his fingers slide up my thigh toward the crotch of my panties. He’ll pull it to the side and delve his hard fingers into my slickness. He’ll circle around the hard point that’s driving me insane with needy throbbing.
Except.
Oh my god, the granny underwear. I almost jolt right out of his grasps although that would be impossible seeing as I’m pinned to the wall under his solid form. Even his mouth is holding me immovable. The back of my head is stapled to the brick wall as his tongue wraps around mine, drawing me into him. His fingers glide over that soft crease at the very top of my thigh. The sensitive flesh there shivers, part ravenous, part devastated. He hooks into my underwear and tears it across and the solid safe material hardly budges.
He releases my mouth and his eyes slide down my body. His gorgeous face is less than an inch from mine so his hot breath falls on my upper lip. I want to suck him right back into my mouth and hold him there. But his eyes are twinkling again like there are diamond sparkles in the coal black irises.
“You’re wearing your chastity belt?” He husks out, his voice filled with the exact same need and lust coursing through me.
I can’t think of a witty response to excuse my hideous underwear and then he’s lowering himself again.
God no.
He’s dropping to his knees, nipping at my swollen tender flesh as he goes. His hands trail over my mounds and the curve of my waist, over my hips where he shoves my dress apart roughly and lets out a noise when my panties come into view.
“I could have used these at the front, to scare off the insurgents,” he says.
I can’t help but laugh aloud.
Before I have the chance to utter a lame excuse, he yanks them down my thighs. Then leaving them halfway, he pulls apart my soaking folds. The cool air sends a spark through me but only for an instant before the heat of the man’s mouth covers my swollen ache.
“Oh my god,” I groan at the ceiling.
My head tips back as I pant through the shards of white light ripping through my core. My hand claws his shoulder, the other tangles his hair around my fingers, tugging it hard enough to hurt.
His tongue takes long swoops along the length of my clit, knowing exaclty where the pulsations are most intense. I can only gasp at the air, loudly. Great gulps and yelps and moans rolled into one. No one has ever yanked such violent contractions from my pussy. It’s too much. The explosion when it comes is going to be too much. It’s going to render me a quivering heap of senseless inanimate flesh like a blob in a sea of cream.
I let out a sound I’ve never heard come from me before. Like a wild animal trapped and thrashing around for freedom. Then this stranger sucks my swollen clit into his mouth, keeping his lips compressed enough so that every nerve ending fires off one after another and the explosion moves to the edge.
“Oh, ah,” I pant through every sensation firing through me as he circles around the point in his mouth.
Like he’s lapping up the most delicious thing he’s ever tasted. Unfazed by my instant-turn-off underpants, he now makes me feel like I’m the most desirable and sexiest thing he’s ever seen. Which is something I haven't felt in forever. Back in LA where guys seem to judge every inch of you, they always seem to find something lacking.
He picks up the pace, changing up the pressure and angle so I never know what to expect next. So the explosion builds in me as I grip my fingertips into his flesh harder. With one hand still entwined in his locks, I tweak and pinch my own nipple through the layers of fabric. In an attempt to relieve some of the tension threatening to devastate me.
This man is going to destroy my pussy, here up against the wall of a public bathroom in a slightly grubby bar. Anyone could walk in at any moment. And that’s enough to send me flying into the abyss. An eruption of thrilling release rolls up my legs and down my arms so all of me is shuddering at once.
The stranger still doesn't release me. Holding me pinned under his palm, he only slows the intensity of his lapping. He takes small licks at my quaking pussy, forcing me to come again on his lips. And when I try to shift slightly, assuming he wants his turn now, he clamps me harder. I howl as another even more high-pitched orgasm screams through my core.
When I’m completely undone, he sits back on his haunches and looks up at me from the floor. A smile on glistening lips, his eyes plowing through me, inquiring and admiring. My skirt has dropped back to my knees but my underwear remain tugged down and his hands are holding my hips immobile while he studies me in fascination.
“You’re so beautiful.” Those glistening full lips tell me.
“Beautiful how?” I pant, teasing him.
“Don’t make me give you a list, we’ll be in here all night.”
“Well that would be terrible,” I shake my head in irony. Because we both know that him, all night, is the only thing I want in the entire world right now. “Especially as there’s still someone that needs to get off.”
He grins up from under thick lashes like he’s considering what part of me he’ll take next.
“What’s going on in here?”
I leap back in shock as grocery clerk girl barges into the washroom and gives me a knowing smirk.
“To be continued..” Jacket announces, powering his thighs to stand tall and dwarf us both.
“Boo, cliffhanger,” she whines as Jacket leads me back out of the washroom.
My pussy is still throbbing with a satisfied purr from all the overwhelming climaxes he’s just dragged from me. I’m disappointed that we were interrupted and worried that he must be raging with pent-up frustration. But my heart is doing little trills all because, this time, he has my hand wrapped solidly in his paw. And it feels like he has no intention of letting me go.
This time we make it all the way to the door of the bar and Jacket leads me through, holding it open and allowing me to squeeze past him. His eyes hold mine with a triumphant gaze like he’s won every pro sports trophy known to man. His hand lands on the small of my back to guide me through and for the second time in one night I collide with a swift moving object.
“Whoa.”
In one move, Jacket lunges in front of me, pulling me out of harms way while at the same time catching the runaway beast before it dashes right in front of a passing truck.
“Oh my god, thank you.” A girl runs up the street wearing ridiculously high heels for dog walking. “You saved my Baby. You’re a super hero.”
My thought exactly.
“She likes you,” the girl gushes, joining us and smiling down proudly at Jacket.
He’s still on the ground with his arms wrapped around a cute little mutt.
“She sure does,” I say and Jacket’s eyes slide over to me with a shared grin that doesn't seem to leave his face.
An idea suddenly pops into my head. I drag my phone out of my bag and drop down beside Jacket. Before he has any chance to protest, I manage to snap a photo of the two of us smiling and happy with ‘Baby’.