Against the Wall_(0)

Jenna is a tall slender attractive 22 year old woman working in my Chicago public relations company. She is day dreaming about
being up against a wall being fucked. It’s her fantasy. She has always known it. Until last night, it remained a fantasy. Jenna has never had good experiences with fantasies becoming reality. She has always been left with the feeling of disappointment. A hollowness. This time, she was not. The reality is better. She is sitting at the bar, speaking to the woman next to her about nothing in particular, just chatting, when she feels a tapping on her shoulder. Her first reaction is annoyance. Here she is on a Monday night; not bothering anyone as she sat at the bar, nursing her beer and a jerk-off is tapping her on the shoulder. Her beer mug clanked in annoyance onto the wood of the bar top and she slowly turns to the owner of the finger, ready to let lose a string of curses.

Her eyes connected with mine and she suddenly found herself unable to speak. Her stomach contracted and a thousand butterflies erupted. A cold shiver slides up her spine, raising the hairs on the back of her neck. John Malone’s green eyes staring back at her, she feels herself weak kneed as I step forward towards her. One of my hands reaching up gripping her elbow, tugging her off the bar stool. An unspoken beckoning to come with me. Despite that she knew nothing of me, except that I’m the CEO of Malone Industries which the PR firm, she worked at is owned and of the rumors about me. I tossed a fifty onto the bar and lead her away. We struggled to make our way through the throng of dancers and the pace is slow going. Jenna sees me growing angry as I fight my way through the crowd. Her arm suddenly feels as if it is wrenched from its socket as I growl in frustration and suddenly move to change direction. I’m now heading to the back of the dance floor.

I stop without warning just as we emerged from the dance floor crowd yanking her arm, causing her to yelp. Jenna realizes she can’t stop and is going to slam against the wall face first. She spins just in time for her back to contact sharply with the stone wall as I follow through pushing her up against it, my body pinning her against the wall. Jenna inhales sharply as my lips slide over her right cheek, tickling the sensitive skin. I drop my head kissing her shoulder lightly as I reach down to grasp her wrists. Raising her arms above her, I press my hips against her and she feels the growing bulge at the front of my pants. Pulsating music pierces her eardrums as she struggles to concentrate on where she is. She sees figures bouncing and spinning to the music and the thought never once crosses her mind that someone would see us. Jenna is too lost to care. One of my hands drop from her wrists disappearing under the hem of her skirt, my fingers grazing lightly over the skin on her upper thigh. Jenna struggles to catch her breath. My chest rumbles with a smooth chuckle when my hand slides further up and I discover only skin.

My gravelly voice rasps in her ear. ” Bad girl, aren’t you?” Jenna can do no more than nod her head, her throat dry and constricted as one of my fingers gently trails a line from her lower abdomen down. My gray hair tickles across her skin as I lower my head down pressing my lips into her neck. Her eyes fly open as my finger slips between her legs. Jenna notices a dancer in the crowd staring at us, smiling smugly. Our eyes met and one of her eyebrows raises in the knowledge of just what is happening against this wall. She nods her head slightly, just enough so that Jenna can see and turns back to her dance partner. The voyeurs’ interest in us has depleted once she knew she has been caught. Jenna turns her attentions back towards me as I pin her to the wall as one of my knees slides between her legs forcing them apart. She struggles to maintain her balance as she moves her legs wider to accommodate my other leg. Never did she once think about what she is doing with me.

Jenna refuses to think just acts. My teeth scrapes along the skin on her neck as her legs turn to water the instant my teeth sink into her flesh. My finger withdraws sliding around to cup her ass. Without realizing it, her legs rose wrapping around my waist, as she lifts her chin slightly as I shift my head for a better angle on her neck. A rainbow of strobe lights flash over us as the DJ cranks up the music and the wall behind her vibrates with the pulsing of the music. Her vision suddenly grew dark when I raise my head from her neck and did nothing but simply stare at her. Dark, brooding eyes stares back at her, making her feel as if she is trapped in them. It is an escape she never wants to make. My mouth crushes down on hers sending her senses exploding in a million different directions at once and she instinctively grinds her hips against me. A small grunt of surprise rumbles from my throat and I release her wrists, using only my hips to pin her to the wall.

My hands cup over her breasts and she feels the heat radiating from them through the cotton of her blouse. She murmurs an inaudible protest as one of my hands withdrew from her chest pushing between us. My other hand slips down to her waist as I push myself back away from her, my hand on her waist our only contact. Jenna lowers her eyes to where my hand rests on the waistband of my pants. My fingers play with the snap, teasing her with quick glances of my flesh. Heat floods her skin as I slowly pull down on the zipper, each tooth on the metal pops like gunshots echoing in her ears. She gasps silently to herself as more skin becomes visible with each agonizing pull on the zipper. It seems like forever before the zipper finally made its way to the seam in my pants, and she is left staring at the entire length of me. Desperate hunger to have me inside of her must have became evident on her face as a sly smile spread across mine. The raw hunger visible on my own face.

I step forward, releasing my hand from her waist and I use my hips to pin her to the wall. Flesh contacted with flesh as she feels the heat erupting between her legs. I roughly press my mouth over hers as she feels as if she is being eaten alive.