Along the Way by scrawler..,
The rain is slamming down like sheets of bullets the moment we step out of the car. We’re parked farther away from the party than convenient, but that’s to be expected in the city. I peer towards the sky, making noises about how the rain is going to ruin my hair and makeup before we even get to make an appearance. You are walking beside me, saying nothing.
As we pass by a few buildings, I move a few feet ahead of you attempting to spot the house number we were invited to in the gray downpour. Before I manage move too far away, though, your hand closes on my wrist and pulls me back to you. I begin to sputter my protest, but it’s quelled by your lips coming down hard on mine. Your lips are cold, and I know mine are too, but they open and I’m pulled into the warmth of your mouth. You kiss me hard, tongue claiming mine, and in the thick fog of my brain I begin to realize what’s happening– I shiver, and it has nothing to do with the way my damp clothes cling to me.
You pull me off the street, into a shadow between two buildings and press me against the bricked wall. We are soaked through. My hair is stuck to my cheek, but I don’t have time to push it away as your hand closes over my nape, massaging it slightly as if willing my mouth to remain open for yours. Our bodies are cold to the touch, and numb from the rain, so when your fingers make their way under my skirt and inside my panties, I barely notice.
The moment they slide into the heat between my legs, though, I gasp, feeling as though the shock of your cold fingers and the heat of my pussy could ignite something. My hands close over your biceps so that I can shift my weight and open my legs wider and let you press deeper.
As if you’ve lit me from the inside, my body begins to feel warmer. You move to my side, grinding your warm groin gently against my body as your fingers explore, opening me, stroking me. I put my head on your shoulder and whimper your name between sharp breaths. When your fingers find a rhythm, they slip in and out of me with ease and I can feel something swell inside me. I find my teeth on your throat, looking for a way to silence myself as you work me higher and higher and faster and faster.
As my hips begin to move in small circles, pushing hard against your fingers, my legs begin to betray me. They begin to buckle under my trembling. You urge me to come, and I do. I abruptly stop moving against your hand as if all of my muscles have frozen, but it prompts you to move faster and your fingers work me through a climax that explodes out of me. Your other hand is unbuckling your belt like you can’t wait a second longer as I come down from my orgasm, crumpling against the alley wall for support, so grateful for its hard surface.
Before I have time to recuperate, you have sprung your hard cock free from your pants. I have only a second to admire it in the blur of movement and rainfall. Your arm comes around my waist, manages to lift me just a bit so that I’m on my toes as you position your hips between my legs. Your fingers check between my legs again, searching for that heat and slickness you’ve teased out of me before guiding the head of your cock to the opening and plunging yourself into me.
I’ve abandoned all whimpering pretenses and cry out as you fill me up, the sound dampened by the water beads falling all around us. I’ve forgotten the harsh pelting rain on my face, on my thighs, soaking me to my skin. I no longer notice the water that drips from your face onto my body as you curl around me, moving now. Heat spreads through me and you set me on fire, warming me against the chill. You thrust into me again and again, both arms around my waist now, anchoring me against the wall as you fuck me.
My hands are laced behind your neck, holding myself against you as you slam into me again and again. My entire body is numb with cold, except where our bodies meet, where it is warmed with heat and pleasure. With the length of you buried in my cunt, you begin to rock your hips and I feel your body brush my clit over and over. I start squirming in your embrace, whether to get away or to move closer is unclear to either of us, so you don’t let me. I’m panting heavily, and soon the pants turn into moans that could echo through the alley, if only the sound of rainfall weren’t muting us. You can tell I’m getting closer and before I come, you suddenly draw back and slam into me again. And again, and again. You are starting to make my body sing, its song vibrates my entire body as I tense in your grip. My hips are moving of their own volition, trying desperately to keep you inside me as I climb into ecstasy. Mercilessly, with an abandon for your wellbeing that could only be caused by bliss, my fingers dig into the base of your neck, at your collarbone.
You recognize the signs and when I say your name it sounds like a warning shot. You hold onto me closely as my muscles begin to seize. I come against you, shuddering, clawing. I drag your face down to mine and our lips meet and I could swear that your mouth feels like the sun. I claim your mouth as you’ve claimed my body and I can feel your release. Your mouth slackens as you lose yourself and I kiss you enough to make up for it as you empty yourself into me.
There’s a loud boom of thunder which draws us back to the moment and suddenly we’re laughing. You’re gently lowering me back down and I’m bracing myself against the wall. We are soaked to the bone as you pull yourself from me and I make a soft, contented noise as you exit me. I can feel the warm cum race down my thigh as you weakly button yourself back up. You grab my chin and draw me into a kiss, and without a word to each other, we head back up the street to the car. Fuck the party.