#SSceneC2015 : Samantha Ann King @samanthaannking vs Amy Andrews @AmyAndrewsbooks #NSFW

“You want some…Neanderthal…to fuck you in some sleazy alley?”

Josie gasped, shocked out of her state of confusion by his blatant vulgarity. Part of her rebelled at his choice of words. But part of her thrilled to hear the guttural profanity. And then he stepped in real close and ground himself against her. Her eyes widened at the hard press of his erection against the softness of her belly, like an iron bar.

A very big iron bar.

Where her heart beat wildly before out of outrage and uncertainty, now, it was beating for an entirely different reason as warmth flooded her pelvis and beaded her nipples into tight points.

The signals weren’t mixed anymore. She knew what this was, what he was doing.

And it didn’t feel nice. Or safe. It felt outrageous and edgy and thrilling.

So very, very right.

And she wanted it.

Yes. She wanted him to fuck her in this sleazy alley very, very badly.

The blood in her veins became sludgy as everything slowed down, the atmosphere becoming charged with something way more potent than just anger.

“Well?” he insisted, grinding again, his mouth close to her ear, sending shivers down her neck.

Josie moaned. She couldn’t stop it, couldn’t call it back. But neither could she form a coherent word. Her throat was thick with lust, closing it off, making communication impossible.

“You want some of this?” His whisper was harsh, enraged still, as he guided one of her wrists down. All the way down to the hard bulge pressing against his zipper.

It filled her palm, and whether it was a reflex or not, she squeezed.

The suck of his breath in her ear sent a shot of satisfaction to her belly and tightened her nipples even harder. She moved restlessly against his chest, trying to relieve the delightful pain of it.

“You want my cock ramming into you, standing against this door?” His voice may have been low, but it was harsh. His questions weren’t playful or teasing; they were meant to shock.

With absolutely no shame, because she was so damned turned on she didn’t care, Josie rubbed back hard against him in response.

Another indrawn breath in her ear, rough and low, tugged at fibers deep down inside her.

“You want me to get your tits out in this alley?”

Josie whimpered her permission as she sucked in her own ragged gasp at his blatantly sexual enquiry. Her nostrils filled with the smell of him, fresh and clean and that certain something she couldn’t define, but it was virile and mushroomed through her body with an all-consuming roar.

With his body still pinning her to the door, his hands found the front of her blouse. He made short work of the buttons and then pulled the fabric aside.

She liked the way his eyes glazed over as he looked at her breasts, encased in the black and white polka-dot bra, like they were his own personal toys. He lifted his eyes.

“Christ, Josie.”

Still, she couldn’t speak; she could only feel. The heat building like a furnace between them, the tug of desire dissolving her from the inside out, the evidence of his arousal rigid and potent in her hand.

She kneaded him harder.

He shut his eyes, and his forehead dropped to her collarbone. “What about this?” he asked.

His voice was muffled, but his intent soon became clear as his hand breeched the hem of her fluttery skirt, and hot fingers stroked up her thigh, right to her center, pushing aside her underwear and boldly stroking.

Josie cried out as heat streaked everywhere. Her belly coiled tight, and for one shocking second, she thought she was going to orgasm on the spot.

He lifted his head, and she could see hostility, determination, and arousal in his eyes all in equal measure. “You want more?”

Josie gasped as the husky taunt scraped over her skin like ultra-fine sandpaper, and she nodded.

Bass throbbed between her shoulder blades as a subtle reminder that they were very much in public, despite the privacy of the doorway, but she didn’t care. A patron might try and exit at any moment and see her shirt gaping and Mack’s hand up her skirt, but she didn’t care about that, either.

She cried out as he plunged a finger inside her, her hand grasping his sleeve, her head flung back against the door.

“Josie.”

She heard him, but it was somewhere above her, floating. Somewhere beyond the delicious realm of pleasure centered around his finger inside her.

“Josie?”

The sound was more insistent this time, and she opened her eyes, falling straight into the olive green of his.

“Say yes,” he said as his finger eased in and out at a maddeningly slow pace.

Josie went one better. If there was a time for being bold, then it was now, and she wanted this. She let go of the delicious handful she had of him and reached for his zipper, then pulled down the tab.

“Yes,” she said, finally finding her voice. “I want you to fuck me in this alley.”

Inside their dark, quiet room, the strain of the night began to ebb. He was finally alone with Ty. Time to congratulate him properly.

Housekeeping had folded back the bed linens and opened the drapes to the sparkling city lights spread below them. It was the perfect setting to end the night.

Ty was as wired as if he’d drunk a pot of coffee. Pacing, stopping to stare out the window, pacing again, perching on the edge of the bed, then jumping up and pacing some more. He wouldn’t be sleeping for a while, even if Landon hadn’t made plans for him.

Landon slipped off his jacket, tossed it over the chair at the small desk. He untied his black tie and unbuttoned his shirt. When he was done, Ty was staring out the window, his back to Landon.

Landon pocketed the lube and condom in his pants, then crossed the room and stopped inches behind him. Ty’s demeanor changed infinitesimally, his muscles tightening in anticipation. Landon brushed his lips just below Ty’s dark hair. He took his time undressing him, kissing, caressing each bit of exposed skin until Ty stood nude in front of the window. The slow seduction had done nothing to calm Ty. But that hadn’t been the point. Landon liked him this way. Vulnerable. If he could call a man as powerful, as self-confident as Ty, vulnerable.

How had he gotten so lucky? That this man loved him, was willing to risk everything for him. That he trusted him enough to bare his body, his heart, his soul.

Ty met his eyes in the window’s reflection, and his lips curled in a slight smile. “You’re a little overdressed.”

Landon dropped a kiss at the junction of Ty’s shoulder and neck. “You like me this way.” He gently tugged at Ty’s ear with his teeth. “You like it when I just unzip and fuck you.”

Ty swallowed but didn’t deny it.

Landon flattened his hands against the V of Ty’s groin, and Ty’s stiff cock jerked as if he’d touched it. Landon chuckled softly. He slipped one leg between Ty’s and nudged his feet apart. Then Landon grasped Ty’s wrists and lifted his arms above his head, placing his palms flat against the glass. Landon stepped back and admired his handiwork.

“You’re so fucking beautiful.” He let one finger drift down Ty’s spine, and Ty shivered. Landon continued down into the cleft of his ass. Ty’s muscles clenched when Landon rimmed the hole. The window reflected Ty’s blissful expression. His breath fogged a small circle on the glass, softening his parted lips.

Landon sighed. All mine. He’d never been so grateful to beer and Longhorn basketball.

He kissed a trail across Ty’s shoulders, taking his time, tasting, reveling in the firm, smooth skin, the taut muscles. Ty’s unique, musky scent mingled with the lingering spiciness of his shaving cream. Ty’s murmured fucks and low gasps let Landon know what he liked, where Landon should touch, kiss, graze, bite. His nipples were incredibly responsive. Landon flattened his palms on them, and Ty’s cock jerked. He rolled them between his thumbs and forefingers and watched the reflection of Ty’s cock bouncing in the window.

He finally unzipped and freed his own penis. But instead of entering Ty, he slid his length along Ty’s cleft, indulging, drawing it out, torturing Ty as much as he tortured himself. But it would be oh-so good when he finally sank inside him.

Minutes, hours. He didn’t know how long he worshipped Ty’s body before the altar of the city lights. When he slowly slipped inside, both men held their breath until Landon was fully seated, Ty’s warm hard ass cradled against Landon’s hips.

Love. The word resonated through his body, flowed through his veins.

Landon thrust. He slipped his hand around Ty’s waist and found his cock, wrapping his lubed fingers tightly around the steely flesh, stroking in time to the driving force of his penis plunging and withdrawing.

So close, but he held back, relishing the anticipation. The buildup, the in and out, the friction of that tight passage was every bit as good as the orgasm, maybe better because it lasted longer. As long as he could hold out.

When he reached the point of no return, Landon rasped, “Now.”

Seconds later, Ty’s warm, slippery semen spilled over Landon’s hand, and his contractions massaged Landon’s cock, adding such intensity to Landon’s orgasm that it was almost enough to make him believe in a God. Because there was something mystical about such powerful, all-consuming bliss. But it was that way every time he fucked Ty. Every single time he came.