Night World – Wicked Wednesday Flash Fiction

Wicked Wednesday

Welcome to my 28th post for Rebel’s Notes‘ Wicked Wednesday, Night World. You don’t have to use the prompt but I like the inspiration, and challenge. The prompt for this week was:

Night World

When I saw this image that was taken by Molly Moore of Molly’s Daily Kiss, I immediately thought: ‘There’s a story in it.’

That’s what I want you to do: use the image as inspiration for your stories… and share!

 

Night World

He presses me against the wall as he kisses me, his hands splayed either side of my head. My hands grip his hair, crushing his mouth to mine. One of his legs is between mine, holding them apart, and pushing my skirt up. My right leg is wrapped around his other leg, hugging the back of his calf. He kisses me harder biting my lip, and sucking it between his teeth, and my foot jiggles. My shoe knocking against the door beside us, and we stumble out of the doorway, laughing and hushing each other. I wait for the security light to trip on but they must be out because it stays dark, the only illumination coming from the street lamp at the end of the lane. It is a night world.

He holds my hand as we walked further up the street, as we get farther away from the street lamp he spins me into him, singing some cheesy county love song as he slow dances with me. I press closer wanting to feel the way our bodies fit together. The way his cock nudges against the inside edge of my hip, my breasts pressing against his stomach, my cheek nestling into his chest, and his chin resting comfortably on top of my head. We sway together while he sings, I can feel his words rumbling through his chest, making me tingle, his warm breath blowing over my hair. When he finishes I tip my face up to find his, our lips meeting in a soft kiss. We deepen the kiss, and he slips his hands down, cupping my arse, and pulling me into him. I stretch onto tiptoe, rubbing myself against his cock, feeling him twitch.

He groans, breaking the kiss, as he glances up and down the street. His eyes land on the stairs behind us and he smiles, a wicked grin. Pulling me with him he carefully opens the gate, catching it before it slams shut. He lifts his arm twirling me, and stealing a kiss. Then he raises me up a few steps, moving me sit on them, before angling me so I’m leaning back on my elbows. He kneels down in front of me, and rests his palms on my knees. Pushing them apart, and sliding my skirt up my thighs. He moves his hands to my hips, slipping his fingers under the waist of my panties. I lift my butt so he can take them off, and he slips them into his pocket.

Bending back down he kisses the inside of each thigh, sucking gently as he reaches the tender spots above the top of each stocking. I suck in my breath as warmth floods through me. I forget all about the rough concrete under me, focussing on the feeling of his warm lips moving closer to my throbbing cunt. When his mouth touches my pussy lips, my legs relax further, opening me to him, and he nuzzles into me. Flattening his tongue to press against my entrance, tasting me, before sliding the tip upwards. I moan, shifting my weight to one arm so I can grab his head with the other. I twist my fist in his hair, tugging it as I drive his mouth harder against me. He sucks and nips at my clit, until I’m panting, gasping out “oh fuck”. He moves a hand up to cover my mouth, smothering the sounds of my first orgasms.

Moving back slightly he kisses and licks along my outer and inner lips, nipping, and sucking, tasting me. I’m so wet he easily slides two fingers into me, thrusting them in and out a few times before adding a third. He slips the three in and out until I come again, pushing against his fingers with the contractions of my next orgasm. Then he pushes them in, knuckle deep and bends them upwards, rocking them with a come hither motion, that has me wriggling and trying to call his name. He bends his head to suck my clit and I felt everything in me rushing down, the pressure building inside me crashes over the edge. As I come he presses his arm against my mouth, and I bite into him with the scream of my climax.

My body goes limp, and as he slides his fingers out liquid squirts over the steps. He kneels back on his heels, smiling at me as he strokes my legs, and arms. He smooths my skirt back down and stands up, moving to the steps next to me he sits down, pulling me against him, and stroking  my hair. We sit there for a few more minutes, the night world quiet around us, before he stands up again, this time pulling me with him, supporting me as my legs wobble.
“We should get home.” Pulling out his keys, he wraps his arm round my waist helping me climb the steps.

 

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13 thoughts on “Night World – Wicked Wednesday Flash Fiction

    • Thanks Marie. 🙂 I thought it might be a fun twist on the blow job in an alley story. 🙂 xx

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