[short] Alley

The cool air bites into their shoulders as I lead them out into the alley. It’s meant to be a shortcut back toward the garage where we parked, but I have other plans. My fingertips press against the small of their back can feel the sheen of sweat from our dancing turn cold.

“Baby, you must be freezing.” They aren’t used to the chill. It’s their first visit here and the late spring air is warm to me, but I think it’s probably chilly for them.

They let out a stubborn chuckle. “I’m fine.”

I shrug out of my leather jacket. “Here, put this on.”

They try to wave it off, halfway turning to face me.

“Baby, I want you to put on the jacket. Do it for me?”

They pause, turning the rest of the way. They swallow slowly. They love when I tell them in no uncertain terms what to do. “Yes, mistress.” They reach out for the jacket and slip into it. It’s too big, too heavy for them. It looks incredible.

“Perfect. Thank you, sweetheart.” I give them a big smile. You look so cute with that jacket hanging off of you like that.”

“Yeah?”

“Mmhmm. Cute enough to eat.” I raise my eyebrow and give them a look of playful lust.

Their forehead crinkles up and I can almost hear the gears turning in their head. They don’t want to wait to get back to my place.

I widen my smile and take a step toward them. My left hand cups behind their neck, nestling in between their warming skin and the collar of my leather jacket. I pull them into me, tilting their head toward me with one hand as my other hand grabs at their skirt, pushing it up just a little. I like to playfully threaten to expose their dirty secret—just as I’ve been playfully threatening all night on the dance floor.

They don’t seem to mind. Their knee turns out, inviting my hips in closer. They lean into my kiss, opening their mouth in a smile as our lips meet.

After a moment, I break the kiss. “Fuck, you taste so good.” I can still taste the fruity drink they had at the bar an hour ago. My fingers dig into their hip, through the skirt, gently pushing it up above where my jacket is hanging down.

They moan softly into my neck.

My right hand slides under their skirt and around behind, cupping them where their upper thigh meets their ass. Their bare skin tenses as it is exposed to the cold air. “You liked going out without underwear tonight, didn’t you, slut?”

I can feel the warmth in their cheek against my neck. “Y-yes, mistress.”

“I know you did. I know how you’ve been thinking about how vulnerable you are all night. Haven’t you?”

“Yes, mistress.”

“Good.” My left hand presses against their chest, gently pushing and guiding them backward into a brick wall. “Would it turn you on if I fucked you right here?”

They open their mouth and close it again. Their eyes are locked with mine. A single nod combined with a soft squeak is the only answer I get.

I slide my hand across their bare hip again, moving between their thighs from the front. My fingertips brush along their soft hairs.

Another squeak escapes their lips.

“I know you’ll love it.”

“Y-yes, mistress. I will.”

“But you need to ask for it.”

Their eyes widen and it takes a second for them to find the words. “Please fuck me, mistress.”

“Of course, slut.” My fingertips slide along the slick line where their labia meet. I press in with two fingers, their skirt sliding along my forearm as I feel my way inside. My teeth find their neck and I bite down slowly, firmly as I push deep into their slick depths.

They moan louder than I expected.

I take a moment to glance around, to see if anyone can see what’s going on. My left hand covers their mouth and nose, muffling their noises and cutting off air.

Their cunt pulses around my fingers in anticipation.

I pull my fingers out and thrust back in, fucking them as my fingertips curl up to find their g-spot. My thumb slides along their clitoral hood, not quite touching their clit, but rubbing it just the same.

They grunt and their eyes go wide.

I spread my fingers to let air in again. We have a lot of practice at this. I give them a few breaths and then cover their mouth again. This time I am fucking them hard and fast. There’s nothing stopping me as I help to build them up to their orgasm.

They close their eyes tightly and dig their fingers into my back.

“That’s right, slut. You’re going to come for me right here in an alley.”

They grunt a question without opening their eyes.

“Yes, slut. Come for me now.”

A hand over the mouth—or over both the mouth and nose—doesn’t hold in all that much noise on its own. It takes cooperation from the person being gagged like that. They clearly stopped trying. A loud grunt and a moan echoes in the alley as their orgasm breaks over them, over my fingers, and down their thighs.

I take my hand off and let them breathe as the next wave washes over them.