She expected him to start thrusting immediately, but he didn’t. With one leg up and one leg on the floor, now turning around so that her back was against a wall of shelves, he could go very deep, and he did, slowly. He filled her to the hilt, all the way in, so that the root of his cock pressed against her mound and her clit. Once in, he began grinding. Her clit rolled between their pubic bones while his cock moved against the length of her insides. The feeling was delightfully maddening, and she could feel her entire groin swelling and pulsing. She felt herself beginning to spasm over him, clutching his cock with little intense waves of contraction. The grinding sensation was intense. It was what she’d done for years when she needed release, gripping a pillow between her legs and rocking it against herself until she came. But this time, the same old sensation was magnified by a magnificent fullness.
She watched his face, wondering if he was going to come when she came, and just how deep inside of her his cum would go. He was deep, deep, deep…
Deep.
He hadn’t come yet, but she could imagine it. She wanted to imagine it. She could almost feel the warmth spurting from the end of his cock as its length contracted and pulsed and…
Oh God.
Her orgasm hit her like a truck, seeming to come out of nowhere. Her raised foot pushed into the door of the storeroom. Her mouth pushed into his neck. She felt her hands become claws and dig into the meat of his shoulder, his back. She clamped down on his cock, hard, trying to squeeze it as if it were in her hand. With her whole body tight, she pulled back, then pushed herself against him again to drive it deeper inside.
After a few waves, her orgasm passed. His cock was still inside of her. She thought she might be able to come again, and fast, if he just kept going like this…
He pulled out, his cock sliding down her vertical thigh and leaving a streak of her wetness. Everything down there was slick and liquid, like a water balloon had burst.
“Turn around,” he said.
She usually preferred her sex face-to-face, but right now, she actually wanted him behind her. It felt more animalistic that way, as if she were being taken. Which, she realized, was exactly what was happening.
Kaylee didn’t do things like this. Girls like Kaylee didn’t get rammed from behind in the back room of a bar by strange hot guys while her friends waited outside, and…
Oh God!
The thoughts that ran through her head were like her own peep show. Sensations hit her from both ends, from both her eyes and her imagination. It was almost enough to make her come again, right then and there, her hands against the wall, her legs splayed, Chad still not having even slid his cock back into her. She felt her hand flinch toward her crotch to rub it, but she stopped because he’d be there soon enough to do what she had in mind.
A second passed. Another. The waiting was torture.
“Oh God, hurry up and stick it in me,” she panted.
From behind her, there was a smile in his voice when he said, “You do ‘something crazy’ well.” And then she felt herself filled up again. She was so wet. The motion of his cock in and out made wet sounds, but it didn’t embarrass her. It only made her hotter.
It made Chad hotter too, apparently. His tempo had picked up. In this position, the head of his cock pressed into her G-spot with each thrust. The thrusts became faster. And faster. And faster.
“I’m going to come!” he said.
So was she. But if he pulled out, she’d lose the orgasm that was about to crest within her.
The last of the tiny voice of restraint inside of her died as she said, “I’m on the pill. Come inside of me.”
That simple sentence made him moan, her words now pushing him over the edge. And so, unable to stop herself, totally out of character, as her second orgasm gripped her in its tight fist, she said, “Shoot your cum up inside my pussy… pleeeeeeeeeeaaaasssee…”
But the end of the word was lost in a grunt and a heave as she pushed back into him, tilting her hips as everything contracted and pulsed, and then he matched her, this time grabbing her hips and pushing so deep that it was almost too deep, and then everything became slicker and faster and something ran out of her and down her leg as his thrusts stuttered, his body alternating between thrusting in and pulling back, and as he did, what was left of her orgasm ran through her like a shiver.
He pulled away and his cock flopped out. A gush of cum came with it, running down her leg and into her fancy shoe.
She turned around, her back against shelves, and slid down. She realized that she’d sat in the wet spot but was beyond caring. She could clean up in a minute, and her clothes were at least dry and clean. Right now, she had to catch her breath and her sanity.
He slid down and sat beside her.
“I’ve never done that before,” she said. “Screwing a guy I just met, I mean.”
He smiled. “There’s a first time for everything.”
“Do you think it’s the first time that makes it so hot?” she said. “If we were to do this again next week, would it be as good?”
He ran a finger up her leg, up the wet trail and into the wet folds below her small patch of hair.
“I have no idea,” he said. “But I know a way to find out.”