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His breath is hot at my neck and everything inside me clenches tight as I remember every dirty thing we did the night of the blizzard. A pulse throbs at my temples.
‘I like that you’re a serious person doing a serious job. I like that you’re committed to your studies and have goals. I like that me being a drummer doesn’t make you all swoony and giggly because you know that while being in a rock band is awesome, it’s not saving the life of a granny or being with someone as they die, and those things are more important. That’s smart.’
His voice is as rough as the bricks I am squashed against as he grinds into me to punctuate each point. I can feel the hard outline of his dick as it pushes into the cleft of my buttocks. Another pulse pounds between my legs.
‘I like that you came here tonight despite having been at work for God knows how long and your feet are probably aching, butyou came looking for me even though your brain can’t fathom why it can’t resist me. I like that you came anyway. That’s hedonistic.’
His hands that had been two hot brands on my hips slide to my breasts, squeezing for a beat or two before his fingers grasp the front of my shirt where the buttons join and rip. I gasp again at the shock of cold brick on my heated flesh and the prickle of the uneven surface taunting the stiff tips of my nipples.
It hurts but in all the right ways.
‘That’s what I see in you, Doc. I see all the things you are and all the things you want to be if you could just let your hair down and indulge. Like the kind of woman who has sex with drummers in alleys at the back of bars.’
Danny’s questing fingers stroke over my bra as he speaks, trailing back and forth along the lacy edge that barely contains their spill. Suddenly he reefs them down, ripping away the fabric protecting my flesh from the hard, freezing surface. My fingers curl into the mortar above my head as I cry out at the shocking cold and roughness that scratches my flesh and abrades my nipples, shooting sensations both painful and erotic straight to my clit.
‘Is this what you want, Doc?’ He kicks my legs apart and I hold on even tighter as they shake and wobble. ‘You want groupie sex?’
I moan, incapable of words as the erotic rub of my nipples edges me closer to orgasm. I want sex in this alley with Danny so damn much it hurts.
‘You want me to fuck you? You want me to fuck you in this alley?’
I am an ER doctor; I graduated summa cum lade from med school. I scored 1580 on my SATs. I’m one of only a handful of graduates picked from hundreds of applicants for the prestigious residency programme at the hospital. But I want thisdrummer to fuck me in this alley more than any other academic accolade I’ve ever achieved.
He sees me as a whole – doctor and woman – and he has awoken a beast in me.
‘Danny, yes, please. Please.’
‘Not happening, Doc,’ he mutters as his hands ruche up my skirt, cold air swirling around my shaking legs. ‘Condom’s inside.’
I whimper in protest, but it cuts off abruptly as fingers slide between my legs, find the seam of my tights and rip. I hear the tear even above the jagged chug of our breathing and the drum clash of my pulse through my ears. And then his fingers sweep aside the gusset of my panties and find my slick centre, and my knees almost buckle.
He groans, ‘Fuuuuuck, you’re wet,’ straight into my ear as the grind of his hips keeps me caged against him and the cold brick wall.
His fingers push inside me. One, then two. Another finds my clit. I am a ball of sensation as he grinds against my ass. Cold brick bites at my palms and scrapes at my stiff nipples that I know will be sore for days to come. My nape is stippled in gooseflesh from the hot fan of his breath. My legs tremble. My belly is a mass of contradictions. Taut as a drum on the outside, weird and loopy on the inside.
‘Like this, Doc? You like it like this?’
‘Yes,’ I gasp.
And I do. I don’t know what it says about me, but I do. My legs spread, my breasts reefed out of my bra, my tights torn as a guy I’ve known for a little over a month finger-bangs me hard and rough in a dank, dark, freezing alley. But it works. I am flying.
It takes me no time at all to fly apart.
I moan and thrash, the scrape of brick wall cranking my release as the walls inside me squeeze tight around his fingers and I pant and moan and beg him for more. Beg him not to stop. To never stop.
I am a groupie. Danny has made a groupie out of me.
When I’m done, I can barely hold myself up. I thought my legs were shaking before but it’s nothing to the wet-noodle consistency of now. I’m gasping for breath as he withdraws from my body. It’s intense. Everything feels so intense. He feels it too, I know.
His breathing is hard and uneven as he presses his face into my nape, his hands grip my hips and his body is heavy against mine as if he too is finding it hard to stand upright. I can feel the rigid length of his still-caged cock in his pants.
There’s nothing but two ragged pants for long, long moments, so when the loud bang comes from inside of the exit door, I startle.
‘Five minutes, Danny.’
With my heart still racing, I push myself off the wall. He takes a step back, allowing me the space to yank my bra cups up and pull the edges of my Henley together. I can’t really do it up as the buttons are mostly gone. I turn, wondering if I look tawdry and dishevelled letting myself be utterly debased in an alley at the back of a bar late on a Saturday night. Or do I look as thoroughly wanton as I feel?
The way his eyes widen then smoulder, I guess it’s the latter.
