you two are doing the do, as you do - except, oh no, you're not in the safety of your own room! there's no risk of being discovered here, as you're already exposed. all eyes are on you and your boo.
can't help it - you're so (blegh) in love you can't control your emotions.
don't care - the two of you have been kept apart for so long, you don't mind who sees you together.
swingers/party - at the orgy, you're out of place if you're not having sex for all to see.
uncontained lust - hormones or sex pollen strikes!
forced - aliens making you breed? threat of death?
kink - you're just a exhibitionist.
possessive - what's yours is yours and you're going to show the world.
ritual - sex as a rite of passage or a ceremony that must be performed.
humiliation - one of you wants to shame the other.
Krissy let him hold her, close enough that she could feel the way his chest rose against her back as he breathed her in. She moved with him, leaning her head back against his chest, his hips melding to the curve of her ass. She didn't know his name, hadn't ever seen him before they'd met on the dance floor, but she felt no desire to pull away.
There was just something about him. A heat. A need. She couldn't put a finger on it yet but whatever it was, it drew her. Called to her.
Breath quickening with excitement, she reached up, curling her fingertips around the back of his neck. Inviting. Wanting. Grinding suggestively against his hips.
She couldn't see it, but the corners of his lips rose a little higher when she touched him. His head tilted, leaning into that touch, giving her a little access to his hair as well. His smile widening, he pushed forward to easily meet her grinding with a thrust of his own. His back arched a little as he pushed into her. His hands remained wrapped around her waist, although he very badly wanted to touch her elsewhere.
He didn't know her, but he didn't want to let her get away.
Warm breath would dance against her ear as he moaned into it. Over the loud noise, he doubted she heard him at all. Still, he didn't stop himself, didn't try to go slow or gentle. He loved the way her body fit against him. A part of him wished he knew her name so he could call it out, but he didn't.
Her fingers threaded through his hair, fingernails--clipped short and filed smooth--just barely scratching his scalp. Her free hand splayed atop the one that rested on her waist, torn between moving it up, or down. Wanting him to touch her everywhere at once, but knowing that he only had two hands.
She felt more than heard his moan, a faint vibration beneath the booming bass. If not for the fact that she'd trained herself to be hypervigillant, she might not have noticed it, but she felt no danger here. Just a thrill of pleasure at the chemistry between them.
How much further could they, would they, should they go in a crowded, public place? She didn't know. But she wasn't letting him leave without her.
Jackson groaned into her ear. She really shouldn't have scratched at him like that. One of his hands slowly crept upward, moving until strong fingers wrapped around one of her breasts and squeezed it through the fabric of her shirt. His other hand dipped lower, to her thigh, raking his nails lightly against her clothing. He didn't care that people could see them. He did, however, realize in the back of his mind that she might.
And still, he pushed against her. His body started to betray him and he was sure she could feel it in his tight jeans. Letting his eyes open, he watched as he gently stepped with her, soft baby steps urging her across the dance floor as they danced. It was slow and hesitant, his focus more on the feel of her body than just where they were.
He doubted she would let him fuck her right there, but he wasn't going to stop teasing her. Not when he could feel the length of her body beneath his warm fingers.
Krissy moaned softly as her partner's hands moved over her body; his movements becoming more intent. She could feel him getting hard as they grinded on each other, and that knowledge sent shivers of increased arousal through her body, her nipples tightening under his hand. She felt his weight shift, and shuffled her feet, letting him guide her wherever he wanted.
There were people all around them, sometimes brushing up against them as they threaded their way across the dance floor--like feeling your way to the bedroom while making out in the dar. She didn't think anyone was really looking; grinding and swaying as they were, but the thrill of risk just seemed to turn her on even more. She was sure they'd turn some heads if they went too far, but she didn't want to stop. Not yet.
As long as they kept moving, they'd find their way somewhere private eventually, right? She just felt too good to want to move away from him any more than she had to.
Jackson smirked slightly. He uses his eyes to look around the room, finding a small, darkened corner in the club just off the dance floor. The people didn't seem to be as flocked there, preferring the throng of bodies rubbing up against each other where people were moving.
Soft lips brush up and down the back of her neck, kissing the small spot just behind her ear as he leads her in that direction. Nobody paid attention to them, too lost in their own thoughts and bodies. His hips still swayed, still grinded up against Krissy as they moved. He wanted to give the appearance that they were just dancing, even as he squeezed her breast beneath his fingers.
Finally, in the corner, Jackson moves around so that his back was against the wall. He dances to stand in front of her, grinning at her as one hand moved up to cup her cheek. He knows what he wants, but he won't take it from her unless he knows she wants it too.
His kisses send shivers up and down her spine, and heat cascading through her core. They might as well have been the only two people in the world as they danced together, teasing one another with their bodies. Her hips moved in rhythm with his, promising so much more than dancing.
When they duck into the corner, and he turns around to face her, she smiles, biting her bottom lip as she looks him fully in the eyes at last. She rests her cheek in his palm for a moment before she steps forward, wrapping her arms around his neck and drawing him in for a proper kiss.
"Mmmm," he murmured into the kiss. His hands dip lower, one on the small of her back while the other moves lower, cupping her behind. His kiss is hungry, lips and teeth moving with hers as he pins her back against the wall. In the darkened corner, where hopefully nobody would bother them, Jackson could feel himself starting to lose control.
The friction of their bodies rubbing together was something that felt delicious to him. His tongue easily laps at hers, his body feeling her supple curves press into him. One of his knees inches forward, slipping between her legs, grinding into her. He moves as if swaying to the beat, but he's really swaying into her. He's never felt like this, to the point that he can hear his heartbeat racing in his ears. And he doesn't care.
Krissy parts her legs, suddenly grateful that she'd opted for a skirt instead of her usual jeans, so that there's less of a barrier between them. Less material to dull the sensation of his body against hers. She doesn't know what it is about him--she never felt so much chemistry with anyone--but she doesn't question it. She just goes with it, moving with the rhythm of the music, and her own pounding heartbeat.
She wants him. More than anything out anyone she's ever wanted in her life. She doesn't care where it how, she just needs to feel him close to her. Closer. Her hands glide across his chest, tracing the lines if his musculature even through his shirt, and she wraps one leg eagerly around his, signaling her need for more.
Jackson is suddenly grateful for the loud music and the dark lights. The club full of people, bodies swaying so close and yet so far. Everyone is so self absorbed into their own lives and pleasures, nobody is giving a shit about them. Jackson grins, pinning her to the wall and using it for leverage so that he only needs one hand to hold her up. The other slips down beneath her skirt. Deft fingers move between her legs, teasing, testing to see just how wet she really is.
No words are spoken. They wouldn't be heard and they aren't needed, not when her body clearly signals what she wants. What they both want. Hot, needy kisses are given and taken as his mouth finds hers to plunder it. His tongue begs for access, lapping against hers as he thrusts up against her. One finger teases the waistband of her panties. This is it. Her last chance to say no. To push him away.
Her eyes fall partway shut as she kisses him, mouth open, tongue tangling with his. There's no embarrassment or hesitation as she feels his hand move between her legs, making her moan as arousal cascades through her body and she feels her panties growing wetter. There is only need.
"Please!" she gasps between heated kisses. Whether or not he hears her, he's sure to feel her hips rock toward his hand, begging for his touch. "Don't stop."
"Please what..." Jackson grins, kissing down to her neck, letting his teeth trail and graze against her skin. One finger slides inside, past her panties, slowly pushing in up to his knuckle. He curves it, drawing it out agonizingly slowly, before pushing it inside again. He changes the angle of his hips, pushing against her, whimpering at how tight his jeans are.
"You want it," he growled. "You feel so good, so wet... Tell me you want it." His breath was warm against her skin as he kissed his way up to her ear. "Want me, don't you. Mmmm." He adds a second finger, gently stretching her, testing her.
"Yes," she breathes, shivering at the feeling of his breath on her neck, his fingers sliding slowly in and out of her. Her own hands tug at his waistband, feeling for the zipper, massaging him through his jeans. If he's going to drive her crazy like this, then she's going to return the favor.
"Mmmm, good." Jackson smiles, thrusting into her hand as he adds a third finger. He needs her to be ready, to be stretched and willing to take him when he finally does enter her. His lips move up to her ear, biting at it as he whispers so that only she can hear. "Have to be quiet. Can't scream, can't draw attention at all, or I walk," he warned.
The teeth of his zipper pull agonizingly slowly. He hisses into her ear as he feels his cock grateful for the tightness to be disappearing. More room to breathe, to pulse in her hand. "Condom. In the pocket..." He is almost ready to enter her, but he really needs to be sure. His fingers start moving faster, sliding in and out of her, rubbing at her clit with his knuckles.
Krissy nods, catching her bottom lip between her teeth and biting back a whimper of pleasure. The though of him walking away now is like a physical ache, and she feels her body clench around his fingers as if to somehow keep him there, inside her. Or maybe he's just that good with his hands.
Groping in his pocket, she finds the condom, and opens it as carefully as she can manage in a hurry; rolling it down over his shaft. It's hard to concentrate with so much pleasure rolling through her body, but she knows it will be worth the effort.
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There was just something about him. A heat. A need. She couldn't put a finger on it yet but whatever it was, it drew her. Called to her.
Breath quickening with excitement, she reached up, curling her fingertips around the back of his neck. Inviting. Wanting. Grinding suggestively against his hips.
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He didn't know her, but he didn't want to let her get away.
Warm breath would dance against her ear as he moaned into it. Over the loud noise, he doubted she heard him at all. Still, he didn't stop himself, didn't try to go slow or gentle. He loved the way her body fit against him. A part of him wished he knew her name so he could call it out, but he didn't.
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She felt more than heard his moan, a faint vibration beneath the booming bass. If not for the fact that she'd trained herself to be hypervigillant, she might not have noticed it, but she felt no danger here. Just a thrill of pleasure at the chemistry between them.
How much further could they, would they, should they go in a crowded, public place? She didn't know. But she wasn't letting him leave without her.
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And still, he pushed against her. His body started to betray him and he was sure she could feel it in his tight jeans. Letting his eyes open, he watched as he gently stepped with her, soft baby steps urging her across the dance floor as they danced. It was slow and hesitant, his focus more on the feel of her body than just where they were.
He doubted she would let him fuck her right there, but he wasn't going to stop teasing her. Not when he could feel the length of her body beneath his warm fingers.
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There were people all around them, sometimes brushing up against them as they threaded their way across the dance floor--like feeling your way to the bedroom while making out in the dar. She didn't think anyone was really looking; grinding and swaying as they were, but the thrill of risk just seemed to turn her on even more. She was sure they'd turn some heads if they went too far, but she didn't want to stop. Not yet.
As long as they kept moving, they'd find their way somewhere private eventually, right? She just felt too good to want to move away from him any more than she had to.
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Soft lips brush up and down the back of her neck, kissing the small spot just behind her ear as he leads her in that direction. Nobody paid attention to them, too lost in their own thoughts and bodies. His hips still swayed, still grinded up against Krissy as they moved. He wanted to give the appearance that they were just dancing, even as he squeezed her breast beneath his fingers.
Finally, in the corner, Jackson moves around so that his back was against the wall. He dances to stand in front of her, grinning at her as one hand moved up to cup her cheek. He knows what he wants, but he won't take it from her unless he knows she wants it too.
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When they duck into the corner, and he turns around to face her, she smiles, biting her bottom lip as she looks him fully in the eyes at last. She rests her cheek in his palm for a moment before she steps forward, wrapping her arms around his neck and drawing him in for a proper kiss.
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The friction of their bodies rubbing together was something that felt delicious to him. His tongue easily laps at hers, his body feeling her supple curves press into him. One of his knees inches forward, slipping between her legs, grinding into her. He moves as if swaying to the beat, but he's really swaying into her. He's never felt like this, to the point that he can hear his heartbeat racing in his ears. And he doesn't care.
He's never wanted someone so badly before.
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She wants him. More than anything out anyone she's ever wanted in her life. She doesn't care where it how, she just needs to feel him close to her. Closer. Her hands glide across his chest, tracing the lines if his musculature even through his shirt, and she wraps one leg eagerly around his, signaling her need for more.
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No words are spoken. They wouldn't be heard and they aren't needed, not when her body clearly signals what she wants. What they both want. Hot, needy kisses are given and taken as his mouth finds hers to plunder it. His tongue begs for access, lapping against hers as he thrusts up against her. One finger teases the waistband of her panties. This is it. Her last chance to say no. To push him away.
He prays that she doesn't.
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"Please!" she gasps between heated kisses. Whether or not he hears her, he's sure to feel her hips rock toward his hand, begging for his touch. "Don't stop."
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"You want it," he growled. "You feel so good, so wet... Tell me you want it." His breath was warm against her skin as he kissed his way up to her ear. "Want me, don't you. Mmmm." He adds a second finger, gently stretching her, testing her.
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"I want you so bad."
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The teeth of his zipper pull agonizingly slowly. He hisses into her ear as he feels his cock grateful for the tightness to be disappearing. More room to breathe, to pulse in her hand. "Condom. In the pocket..." He is almost ready to enter her, but he really needs to be sure. His fingers start moving faster, sliding in and out of her, rubbing at her clit with his knuckles.
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Groping in his pocket, she finds the condom, and opens it as carefully as she can manage in a hurry; rolling it down over his shaft. It's hard to concentrate with so much pleasure rolling through her body, but she knows it will be worth the effort.