Risky Exposure

Tara's back hit the cool brick wall of the alley behind the club, and she bit back a squeal of surprise. Jake’s mouth was on her neck in an instant, hot and hungry, his hands already tugging up her skirt. The muffled thump of music from inside and the distant sounds of the city night reminded them both that anyone could walk by at any moment—but that only made it more exciting. They had been flirting and teasing all night on the dance floor, and neither could wait until getting home. "Someone... might see," Tara whispered, even as she tilted her head to give him better access to her throat. Jake growled softly, "Let them." His fingers found the damp crotch of her panties and pushed them aside. Tara moaned, her eyes darting toward the street just beyond the alley’s shadow. It was late, no one was in sight—at least for now. With a rustle of fabric, Jake freed his aching cock from his jeans. Tara hitched one leg around his hip, high heel scraping the brick as she did. In one swift move, he thrust into her. Tara slapped a hand over her own mouth to stifle the cry that threatened to echo down the corridor. The risk of being heard only fueled their lust. Jake drove into her again and again, his other hand firmly grasping her thigh to keep her aloft. Tara clung to his shoulders, biting down on her knuckle as waves of illicit pleasure rolled through her. Each urgent thrust had Tara’s back rubbing against the wall, the slight rough scrape only adding to her sensory overload. She could hear blood rushing in her ears and the wet sounds of him pounding into her slick heat. "You’re so fucking sexy," Jake panted, capturing her lips in a fierce kiss to swallow both their moans. Tara responded by grinding down to meet his every slam, her body burning with need. It didn’t take long in their frenzied state. Tara’s body tensed, her inner muscles clenching hard around Jake's cock as she came. A muffled whimper escaped her lips into his shoulder. The sensation of her climax triggered Jake’s own. He buried himself deep with a strangled groan, spilling into the condom he somehow managed to slip on earlier, holding her as waves of pleasure pulsed through him. They stayed entwined for a few heartbeats, foreheads pressed together, breathing harshly in the dark. Distantly, laughter echoed from the club’s entrance—someone was coming outside. In a flash, Jake gently lowered Tara and they hastily smoothed clothing. Peeking out of the alley, they slipped back toward the sidewalk hand in hand, adrenaline still coursing. Tara’s cheeks were flushed and her panties soaked with more than just her arousal, but she felt a giddy sense of triumph. They’d nearly been caught, but not quite... and it was the hottest night of her life.

by Yasmin