“Quiet.”
He pinched the skin of her thigh as he held a hand over her mouth.
“What did I tell you would happen if you made a sound?”
A person passed alley. She met his eyes in the dim light and communicated her understanding with her gaze. His hand snaked up her skirt, rucking it up to her waist. Pushing down her panties, he squeezed her mouth hard with the hand covering it.
“I don’t want to hurt you.”
She nodded and let him lift her leg. The moment he hitched it up around his hip, spreading her thighs apart, he was hilting his cock inside her. His face was so close to hers as her fucked her, daring her to make even the tiniest sound.
“Your cunt is wet for me.” He leaned in to whisper. “You want this, don’t you?”
Bruising fingers dug into her hip, the brick wall scraping her skin, she could feel each point of pain as he used her. Everything sounded louder. The footsteps of people passing the alleyway, his breath in her ear, the wet squelch of her cunt each time he slid into her. She bit back a whimper that was desperate to get out.
“Be a good girl and take all my cum.”
He barely finished his sentence before she felt the kick of his cock. Tightening his grip on her, he held them both still so she could take every drop.
The hand covering her mouth fell away. She kept her lips closed.
“You okay?”
His whispered in her ear made her relaxed. She nodded and smoothed a hand down his back. He hugged her close, his lips brushing her neck.
“I’m hoping we make it back before anyone on the bus notices all your cum dripping down my thighs.”
