This story was the one I selected as my favourite in the ninth round of Alison Tyler’s Smut Marathon. Inspired by the photo on the left, it’s rather hot!
Check out the winning story by votes [intlink id=”1912″ type=”post”]here[/intlink].
It was as if his touch held lighting. I sat there, my hands on my thighs, my nails digging into thick denim as I tried to stop myself from reaching for him. I didn’t know him. I couldn’t just grab his fingers and shove them up my skirt. It wasn’t his fault his elusive touches had driven me to the point of no return.
The tapas bar was smoky and almost cavernous, loud voices erupting in high-pitched Spanish all around me, my surroundings an unending cacophony. I leaned forward to catch what my roommate was saying but didn’t manage to understand one word. I was here for a semester, having freshly arrived on the Barcelona campus like hundreds of other foreign students.
I was so out of my element it wasn’t funny. And yet, here I was on my first night out and I’d fallen incomprehensively in lust. He’d introduced himself as Nico and had sat down with us hours ago. He was funny and charming, had tried to include me in whatever they were saying but I’d quickly lost track. It probably hadn’t helped that his thigh had been pressing against mine, the sweet pressure almost more than I could handle.
So I sat there, unmoving in case he thought he had to move away from me. I took a deep breath and let it out slowly. My fingers twitched. I wanted to touch him. Nico No-Last-Name was too tempting, like that last bravas piece on the plate in front of me. He was calling my name. No, it was calling my name. Damn, but I’d only had one glass of wine. Surely I couldn’t be drunk already? I rolled my neck and winced when it creaked.
“Are you okay?”
I turned to my left, gasping when our noses nearly bumped each other. So, so close. “Yes. I mean, si.”
His teeth glistened in the low lights as he grinned, dimples appearing on either side of his mouth. He was so handsome it was unfair. “I speak English, don’t worry.”
“Oh. That’s,” I paused and licked my lips, shyness warring with the urge to talk to him inside me, “great.”
“Louisa, right?” I nodded, admiring the way he brushed his hair off his forehead in a careless gesture. “How are you enjoying Spain so far?”
“Fine. It’s, huh, it’s great.” Stupid! I cringed inwardly. I couldn’t speak to him in such a state. I was seconds away from pulling his head down and planting my mouth on his. I wanted his hands on me, his thighs spreading my legs wide so he could push his way into me. I wanted him like I’d never wanted anyone before.
To this day, I still don’t know whether it was the look in my eyes that gave me away, or whether I’d been giving out signals he’d understood on a primitive basis. In any case, I found myself pulled out of my seat, his fingers finding mine as he tugged me out of the restaurant. It was dark outside, the fall weather still clement enough it wasn’t too cold. I stumbled a little on the cobbles lining the street, my high heels slowing down my movements.
“Nico?” I finally called out when I realized where he was taking me. He stopped in the middle of an alley, people walking only yards away. They all ignored us however. I found myself backed up against an old wall, the bricks harsh against my thin top.
He leaned down, pressing both his hands above me, effectively trapping me with his body. I should have been afraid. I should have. I was alone in a dark alley with an almost stranger. I was in a foreign country at night, with no purse or coat. And yet, all I could feel was exhilaration. Because I was pretty sure what was coming next… And he didn’t disappoint.
“You’ve been looking at me,” he whispered, his soft breath like a shiver across my parted lips.
“Yes,” I admitted readily enough.
I looked up into his eyes and saw the same lust coursing through me reflected in his gaze. I did something I’d never done before, not with a stranger at least: I let go. I whispered, “You know why.” just before leaning up on my toes and aligning my mouth with his. My breasts brushed his hard chest, and a low growl escaped him. He took over the kiss then, his palms finding my hips, fingers squeezing the soft flesh there.
I looped my arms around his neck and held on, pressing myself into his body. I shouldn’t have worried. Seconds later, his mouth left mine to trace a heady path along my jaw, down my neck, teasing and biting sensitive skin. It made me shiver. He laughed, obviously pleased with my reaction.
When his right hand slipped under my top, I leaned my head back against the wall and looked up at the darkened sky. Stars winked down at me as his thumb brushed over my nipple, hardening it through the soft satin of my bra. Shadows moved, and it took me a little while to understand Nico had lowered his head. Fingers dug beneath the material, my breasts popping out soon after. He growled once more and latched onto one, sucking and pulling. When he switched sides, the nipple he’d just played with was wet and hard. It hardened even more when the wind teased it. I closed my eyes at the strange sensation, suddenly realizing I was half naked outside of all places.
“Nico…” I murmured as I opened my eyes once again and turned my head.
“What is it?” he asked, looking up. I looked at the street and the people walking past the alley where we stood. “Louisa?”
I looked at him then and blinked. His lips shone, as if he’d just licked them, tasting me maybe. He smirked and bent down, pressing the mouth I’d just been admiring against mine. His tongue slipped in, and he kissed me again. It was harsher this time, as if his patience was running out.
Fingers slid down my thighs, and ignoring everyone else but Nico, I parted my legs and moaned when his hand slid under my skirt. He broke the kiss and asked, his voice low, “Are you wet for me?”
Was I ever! It felt like I’d been wet for hours, my pussy patiently waiting for his touch, his tongue, his cock… Fingertips pressed against the thin cotton of my panties, his caresses assured as he brushed my clit, over and over. I heard his chuckle when he felt how ready I was for him, but even then I didn’t stop him. I could feel myself blushing, but I didn’t comment or tell him off. Instead, I parted my thighs wider. I wanted more of him. More of this, whatever it was.
“Should I fuck you here then?” he asked, his voice husky, his fingers slipping underneath my underwear.
A shock. Naked skin on my clit, rubbing, rubbing. A finger entering me for a quick caress, preparing me for his invasion. I threw my head back and forced myself to concentrate, to focus on something other than Nico and his clever hands. I should think about this, weigh the risks involved, ask him about contraception. I should really do all these things. But no, all I did was open my mouth and tell him to hurry.
He laughed again, sounding pleased and not a little bit proud. Yes, I thought, he was the man. He’d managed to seduce the foreigner in less than an hour, divest her of her clothing and now he was going to take her against a wall, half-naked for all the world to see. Take me, he was going to take me.
He pulled back then, the cold air suddenly brushing my uncovered parts making me jerk. I watched with hooded eyes as he popped his jeans open and drew them down his thighs. They hung at his knees, revealing a long, thick cock that was already oozing precome. I wondered for a second whether I shouldn’t give something back, whether he wouldn’t expect me to kneel at his feet and suck him into my mouth. I wondered too how he’d taste, if he’d grab my hair and control my movements. I shivered again, but this time it wasn’t because of the cold. Those questions would be answered, but not that night.
That night, all Nico did was slide a condom over his erection, watching me watch him pump his cock a couple of times before pressing his body into mine once more. He kissed me then, surprising me with the softness of his lips. He was careful too when he hooked my leg high over his and held onto it, his other hand parting my flesh, caressing my hardened nub for a second or two before finding my entrance. I was ready. He was ready.
He nipped my lower lip and pushed inside me. I gasped, that feeling of being filled again shocking and yet so damn good all I could do was grab his biceps and close my eyes. He took his time, sliding inch after slow inch, until he finally bumped into my cervix. I let out a heavy breath then, full and aching. Yearning. “Fuck me,” I think I told him, too caught up in the sensations coursing my body my usual shyness in bed had gone out the window. Considering we weren’t in a room or in a bed, that was probably a good thing.
He fucked me, like I’d asked him, upping the ante when he grabbed my breast, his fingers squeezing my nipple, twisting it. I moaned, loudly. He laughed, loudly. He never stopped thrusting however. When his left hand fell between our bodies, I let out a squeal of surprise. The noise that left my mouth seconds later as his thumb pressed into my clit was barely human.
“Come for me, Louisa,” he whispered against my hair, his right hand tightening around my thigh.
I was sure I’d have bruises the next day, and just the thought of it, of having his mark on my body for days on end, brought sparks behind my eyelids. I was wicked but I didn’t care. I was on my own here in Spain, no family, no friends. I could do whatever the hell I wanted. For the first time since my plane touched down at Barcelona’s airport, I relished my freedom. This semester was going to be great, I was sure of it.
His cock brushed something inside me at his next upward thrust, and I felt my inner walls clamp tight around his pounding length. “Nico!” I called out as warmth spread throughout me.
“Fuck!” he growled but accelerated, hoping maybe to catch up to me.
I came first though, shouting to the sky and the stars, my body bowed, my hips rocking back and forth as if they had a life of their own. He found my mouth and cut me off, growling low in his throat when his orgasm hit, his fingers digging into the skin of my hips. More bruises, I thought with a wide smile as I slowly came back down to earth.
He slumped against me, his breath coming out in short pants, his cock softening inside me. He drew back moments later and slipped the condom off, throwing it toward the end of the alley as if he did this every day. I watched him pull his pants back up and remembered about my own clothes. It was only then that I recalled too about the people in the street only yards away. I jerked my head to the left and breathed out a sigh of relief when I noticed no one there. We hadn’t been caught.
Well, not that time anyway, I thought as I remembered another evening in the park near my university lodgings. My husband’s snores echoed behind me as I stared at my computer screen. I hadn’t thought of Nico in years. That semester in Spain had been some of the best months of my life, and most of it had been thanks to him and his amazing cock. He’d been one of my first lovers, and definitely the first one to introduce me to the joys of sex. He’d played with me, teased me, taught me nearly everything he knew too. From positions to locations to toys and more, let’s say, spicy delights, he’d showed it all to me…and I’d gobbled it all up.
Chewing on my lower lip, I reread the notice I’d received on Facebook just an hour earlier. ‘Nico wants to be your friend.’ Did he really? What good could come out of this? It wasn’t as if I would ever see him again. I probably shouldn’t either, considering what we’d done the last time we’d been together.
I’d promptly forgotten him as soon as I’d arrived back home, back to my normal life that included the usual: parents, college, hometown friends. Then job, friends, long-term boyfriend who had turned into husband. House, mortgage, kids.
He had no part in my life anymore. I should say no. Right?
My mouse hovered. Approve or Deny.
Yes or No.
I closed my eyes, made a decision and when I reopened them, clicked on it.
… And you, what would you have picked?