“Shit…” he hissed under his breath as Sally’s lips found his neck, his skin flushing bright pink as he let her kiss and scratch and tease whatever she wanted. “Ca….hmm….can’t say I’ve ever done it before…” Sam replied, doing his best to hold himself together, which honestly wasn’t very well. He took as deep a breath he could, but everything was shaking as he felt precum roll down the head oh his cock and onto Sally’s warm, slender, fingers, which he was sure was exactly her intention. He almost felt a bit silly as he realized how easily he melted into her hands, how easily she made him want to follow every single one of her little whims…but as he glanced down to watch her work him like malleable clay in her hands he knew he didn’t care. He already knew this was going to be well worth it. Still, he knew if he made it this easy for her that he’d never hear the end of it from her, and he just couldn’t have that. It was time to show her that she wasn’t the only one that could call the shots.
She was so small, he had no trouble picking her up and pushing her roughly against the wall. “I won’t be selfish,” Sam teased, moving his hands to lift up Sally’s legs and spread her wider as he held her up against the wall, his stomach pressed hard against hers. “I’ll share some of the marks, maybe bruises, with ya, show just how much of a gentleman I can be. In fact…” He paused, lowering Sally back down onto the ground so he could pull up her skirt, to reveal her underwear. He slipped his hand down, brushing Sally’s hand away from her cock, if only for a moment, so he could more easily trace his fingers between her legs, teasing more wetness to soak the silky material that separated her from him. “What kinda guy would I be if I didn’t take you out to eat first?”
It didn’t last as much as she would have wanted it to, the pleasure of having her back scraped by cold bricks as their chests met into a tight squeeze. One against the other, Sally’s breath as heavy and uneven as it could get. But then she was dropped back down on her feet, given just enough time to find the warm flaps of his coat and grip them both with shaky hands —— shaky for it was the junkie’s turn at being teased out of her goddamn mind. Blonde head rolled on top of her shoulders, barely missing the wall against which she stood, supported by his hand that had ( somehow ) found its own way between her thighs. And she moaned, purred and sighed, eyes falling shut to let herself feel every wiggling inch of Sam’s fingers against her underwear. Shit.
“Is that an invitation?” Pearled with little drops of sweat, Sally’s forehead fell against his chest and stayed there, hands darting out to reclaim their territory. Gentle strokes combined with quick pumps around his dick, just the thing to break him like he had done with her. For the first time in her life, it wouldn’t be Sally the one to drop down on both knees and get a mouth full of him. “But it ain’t ladies first, honey, that’s not how shit works.” Sweet words came out muffled by his clothes she ached to get rid of, the woman’s free hand snaking between their bodies to grab a tight hold of his wrist and force his hand to move at a steadier pace; faster and deeper inside her panties. “Don’t you make me wait.”