(Writing Spicy Prompt 6: “She looked up at me with desperation in her eyes.”)
Luca:
We ended up back at my place. Don’t ask me how. We left carrying the last ounces of our coffee, nervously sipping and unable to stop talking and ended up standing against my car outside of the bar.
They were still going hard in there with the music and outside, a few smokers were lingering on their phones, trying to flirt and end their night less alone.
She’d leaned on the passenger door and I offered to drive her where she was parked, but she’d taken a cab. Few people here want to deal with the hassle of parking a vehicle anymore. I offered to drive her home after and she squinted at me mischievously, but suspicious and a little guarded.
“Wicked boy. Then you’d know where I live and I’m not sure I’m ready for that. I’ve already told you too many of my secrets tonight.”
My thoughts fumbled at that, not sure where to go. I blushed when she called my “boy” again, a crack in my armor she kept picking at wonderfully. She reached out to straighten the collar of my shirt and grinned back at me and I leaned over, putting my hand on the doorframe beside her head.
The wind was blowing between us and covering her face from mine so I got closer to, pushed some of it behind one of her ears.
“I like your secrets. I’d like to know more of them.”
Her breath hitched a little and she stared at me contemplatively, seemingly working something out in her own quiet.
“I don’t know if you’ve earned that privilege. But-.”
Forehead to forehead with her now breathing her in,
“But it’s still early and I’m not tired yet, and I’d like to know more of yours.”
Her chin tilted up and that kiss swallowed me, brought me down and made my knees buckle. I let her tug on my hair a little while my hands gripped her hips sturdily, her short nails scraped the nape of my neck and I was gone. The pale of her breasts were beckoning my teeth but I couldn’t break the hold she had on my mouth. My fist knocked against the car in a mix of frustration and arousal and she laughed against my lips and we broke apart.
There was really only one thing left for me to say,
“Get in the car, girl.”
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Zoey:
So this was the subway guy’s place. They seemed flustered when they jiggled their door open with the keys and I waited, watching them with unbroken eye contact. I slid their jacket off in the hallway and bared my shoulders and they smiled and cleared their throat as the deadbolt gave way.
It smelled like them inside, their cologne that left my head swimming all night and fresh laundry and ground espresso beans. It smelled of pine scented candles, organized and masculine; the recessed lighting that was dimmed felt soothing to my eyes.
They had hardwood floors that echoed the sharp point of my stilettos. Halfway in, an oversized area rug rested below their indigo colored couch. A leather armchair sat beside it, worn with love but sturdy and rounded just like them. I pictured myself naked in it for a moment, using their back for a stool, maybe wearing their necktie and smoothing it between my fingers while I asked them what they wanted to do to me.
I noticed the corners, the tables, wondered if we’d fuck on or against any of them. I noticed their books and set of weights in the corner, a half full hamper of clothes with a pair of black boxer briefs hanging over the edge. I licked my lips and was interrupted by them dropping to their knees as they closed the door behind us.
“Can I- take these off for you?”
“Permission granted.”
Feigning distraction with the small buckles, they laughed toward the floor and shook their head a little.
“You’ve got to stop saying things like that.”
I held onto the wall and rested my second foot on the denim of their thigh, digging in a little more than I should and feeling them squirm.
“Fuck. Because.”
They set my shoes neatly by the welcome mat and before standing back up, caressed my calves in a way I could feel that hunger, that possession in their touch.
“Because is a really good reason.”, I said mockingly.
Then it happened, that switch in them I know in myself so well went off and they moved us until we were against the wall outside their kitchen. They roped their fist around my wrists like it was nothing, had them above my head in that posture of surrender that made my nerves tingle.
Luca:
I had her. Just like that. The little joust was fun for a while but now she was here and I was done. My cock was aching to be inside her and my hands were buzzing to rip that dress off, shove it up her hips and pull her panties to the side and just. slide. in. deep.
“You’ve got quite a mouth on you, girl. I bet no one else has ever talked back, swirled you around and shut you up real good.”
My voice had deepened but there was a whisper behind it now, a coaxing but also a ruling that built something higher than she could climb. She stiffened some, nervous and I noticed her feet close together and she was on the ball of her heels some. Small between my boots.
She looked sweet but shocked, cheeks flushed and her beautiful breasts rising slightly in the dark between us. I could feel how unfamiliar it was to her, this raw vulnerability, but I also felt her body wanting it. I stroked my crotch with my other hand while still holding her wrists tight above her,
“You like the way that feels? I’ve been hard all night since I saw you walk through the door. I can’t wait-“
I kissed and sucked on her neck and her spine arched up and into me, like she’d been starving for this.
“To lay you down.”
My hand left her wrists and slid sensually down her arms, found her chin and gripped it a little tight.
“And spread you open.”
Her eyes flashed at me, looking up with desperation.
“And give you every thick inch of my cock.”
She whimpered at that last bit and it sounded like glory to my ears. Cautiously, I let go of her chin and let my hand wrap around her neck gently.
Her lower lip quivered and immediately, her little hand grabbed my forearm, scared.
“Shhhh. Let go.”
I kissed and felt her start to suck on my tongue and I thought about her pink lipstick staining my cock. I groaned and thrust into her hips, felt her shiver and let go of the grip she had on my arm. I took her wrist and slid it to the side of her body and ran my hand along her ribs, her collarbone, coming back to her neck again, slowly.
The kiss got deeper and I could feel her shrinking into it. Her hands found the edge of my pockets and slid halfway in, looking for ground. I waited until she was lost again and put more of a grip on her throat and she cried out pathetically into my mouth, but held still and let me take her further. I squeezed and she bunched her little fingers inside the denim, holding onto the thing that was hurting her.
I pulled away tenderly from her swollen lips and kept my hand on her throat, holding her in my gaze, in the silence, a swell from watching her give in and over to me. The bundle of my shirt in her grip got tugged back toward her, and I laughed huskily into her neck, baring my teeth, ready for more.
Jezebel Jett 
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