Page 11 of Sour Notes

I need more.

I want to come on his cock, not his fingers.

“Fuck me. Now.”

A feral growl is the only response I get before he pulls his fingers from me, unbuckles his belt, and rips open a condom wrapper in quick, practiced succession.

Glad he thought of protection because I definitely didn’t.

He pushes me down over the railing, and warmth floods my chest completely at odds with how filthy this is. Maybe it’s the way his body fits against mine, or the feel of his hands on me.

Safe.

Solid.

Almost natural instinct, when it really shouldn’t be.

But then he slams his thick cock deep. All coherent thought vanishes, and I shatter on a scream.

His big hand covers my mouth, cold metal rings digging into my cheek as he silences me.

He sets a punishing rhythm fucking me from behind, hammering his cock so deep he drives my body farther over the railing. His hand slips from my mouth to circle my neck flexing his fingers, as he subtly tightens his grip.

The move drives me wild and my teeth sink into my bottom lip to suppress a moan.

I need him to tighten his hold.

To use me.

His other hand expertly strums my clit, and my core tightens in response, my whole body tingling. His broad, muscular chest presses against my back, trapping me against the wood, while he gently squeezes my throat.

“Good girl,” he rasps out, barely imperceptible, but my heart still stutters at his words. The moan I’d been trying to suppress slips past my lips and he growls in approval, flexing his strong fingers around my neck again. My nails dig into the wood, struggling for purchase as every nerve ending sparks at the contact.

Pistoning his hips, he drives his length into me with deep, brutal strokes. Fighting the urge to scream, I squeeze my eyes shut and clench around his thick shaft, desperately trying to hold him there.

“Please.” The word slips past my lips unplanned. He sucks in a breath, his hips stutter to a stop before setting a ruthless pace. My arm slips off the railing so I hurriedly wrap it around his neck, needing an anchor as he pounds the very soul out of me.

A sharp slap to my clit breaks the thick silence, and the move is like a lightning bolt. I splinter into a million pieces, my head crashing back against his shoulder on a scream.

He slams his hand back over my mouth, tightening to silence the sound, as his moves grow more erratic.

Frantic fingers strum my clit, and the second he pinches the sensitive flesh, I crash into a second orgasm, even more intense then the first. I moan into his hand, tears streaming down my face as I desperately dig my fingers into the warm flesh of his neck.

He groans, driving himself deep one last time. He holds himself there, his hand tightly clasping my pussy, while his cock twitches, spilling inside me.

We stay frozen in place, locked together, bent over the railing, both breathing hard. His broad chest is oddly comforting, pressed to my back as he heaves with ragged breaths.

Fuck, that was the best sex I’ve ever had.

I close my eyes leaning my head on my arms, my pussy pulsing with aftershocks as he draws himself out of me.

No…

I immediately feel the loss. I hear him buckling up his jeans, and if I don’t turn around, he’ll be gone soon. I’m not sure I want this to be over so fast, dammit. I could go for round two.

Is wiggling two fingers in the air a little too obvious?

I want to work up the courage to turn around and face my mystery man, but butterflies run riot at the thought. He could be anyone.