No Restraint

That bar on the Lower East Side. That dim, quiet bar where no one can hear us. Or maybe we can't hear anyone else--our entire selves transfixed on what our bodies crave.

Every part of me is drawn to you, every sense pulsating to the rhythm of what I want. Our eyes hold each other hostage, lingering with desire--one that makes this initial meeting feel unnecessary in spite of what we both want. You make me so nervous--and there's something in your eyes that tells me maybe I make you nervous too.

I let my eyes wander, wondering whether your ego will allow me to see how much you want me. I trace the outline of you in my mind one too many times, until it's sketched into memory, thinking about how bad I want you to feel inside of me. I wonder if you notice me finding every excuse to graze past your lap, just so I can feel how hard you are for me. But I doubt it. Damn, you feel good.

You excuse yourself to the bathroom before we leave, but I'm stuck thinking about how badly I need you.

I'm lost in my thoughts--I finally find the courage to follow you into the bathroom and lock the door behind me. I see you with your dick hanging over the urinal, but you immediately get hard for me. You reach past me to unlock the door this time. You want us to be caught.

You grab me and kiss me with those lips, and I stroke you slowly, teasing you even though you're already hard. I drop to my knees and guide you into my mouth, tracing every inch of you with my tongue. I pull my mouth, base to top, slow enough to make you breathe unevenly while I stare up at you. You already can't take it. I take the tip of you into my mouth and suck until I taste your pre-cum. I feel the pulse of your dick against my mouth and try to take you deeper, but you're just too big. You push my head down so you can feel my throat choke around you. I'm dripping just how you like.

You pull my skirt down and slide your finger along my clit and inside my tight pussy while you kiss on my neck. But I want more. You bend me over so that my ass is in the air, and slide your thick dick inside me. I'm moaning your name, but I'm too loud, you have to choke me to shut me up. But that only makes me even more wet. You pull my hair then pull out slowly, teasing me, getting dressed while your eyes stay locked to mine. You tell me we should go, finish somewhere with no restraint.

And maybe I hate how much that disappoints me. But something about the denial turns me on.

We take two last tequila shots at the bar, the burn coating my tongue, sweetened by the way you look at me. Agave and lime heavy on my breath, agave and salt heavy on yours.

The 3am city exhales around us as we step outside. We walk to the nearest subway station, lights flickering above us. Your eyes follow me, drinking me in. Damn I love your eyes--the way you undress me without even touching me. Fuck, I love that.

I move ahead of you, towards the abandoned platform, letting you take all of me in. I love your gaze heavy on mine--and maybe that's why I start to tease you, emboldened by my liquid courage.

Maybe that's why I slip out of my blouse. Unclasp my bra so you can see my breasts--nipples tightening under your stare. Pull my skirt over my thick ass, stubborn fabric hugging my hips, a little too difficult to remove. You command me to make my way down the platform so you can really appreciate my curves, bare skin exposed, daring someone to walk down those steps. You want to reach for me, I can see it in your eyes--you love me exposing myself.

How hard are you right now?

I turn around and bend over so you are watching me from behind, my ass lifted. I start to touch myself, a touch meant only for your eyes to witness. Two fingers sliding over my clit while I turn my head to keep my eyes glued to yours. You don't move. You just stand there, watching me.

The platform is dead silent; I can hear my breath in sync with yours. You're trying so damn hard to stay in control. I slide my fingers lower into my pussy and drip my sweet water onto the cold ground. I love when you watch me. And you do. Fuck, you do. You scan every inch of me, eyes dragging over my skin, my breasts erect, my hips thick, my pussy wet.

You move toward me, adjusting yourself as you get closer. I want to force you to touch yourself, make you lose control, but the sight of you makes me weak. I kneel in front of you and take you into my mouth, sucking slowly with my supple lips sealed tight around your perfect tip. You push me further into you until I gag, tears rolling down my cheeks. But the taste of you makes me even more wet. I moan, loud enough that even you start to wonder if we'll get caught. But maybe I want someone to hear what you do to me.

Footsteps reverberate--a man and a woman begin shuffling down the stairs. I bury my head further into you, so that I can hide myself from new eyes on my naked body. But you ask me if it turns me on, and for some reason I feel my body getting hot and my heart racing, pussy wet with the excitement. I continue to suck on you as you grab the back of my head and guide my mouth on your dick so that you reach the back of my throat.

The couple freezes at the bottom of the stairs, stunned as I choke on you. The man asks if I'm okay. I turn to look at him, silent--unable to allow words to fall out of my mouth. You don't say a word.

Paralyzed by fear, I continue to hide my face against your dick until I fall back into sucking on your tip and sliding my mouth down your thick shaft.

You start to moan as we continue as if no one else is there. The couple moves closer until they have a full view of my naked body underneath the harsh station lights. Now I'm moaning louder, jamming my head between your legs. I feel you about to cum in the back of my throat, but I force you to wait.

The man unzips his pants and pulls out his dick, hard from watching me on yours. The woman begins to stroke him, eyes locked on us, while you fight the urge not to hold back. I lose control and I can't take it--I cum hard, thighs shaking uncontrollably, moaning loud enough to echo through the entire station. But I don't care. It turns you on.

You cum so hard I feel your pulse against my tongue, and I swallow every bit of it. You taste like every part of you is meant for me. You pull out and cover my face with the rest of you.

I hear the man start to moan as he cums, watching us wantingly, the woman still stroking him through it. Watching them pushes me over, again--another orgasm, my spasms coming in waves, this time violent and raw.

I try to gather myself--begin to lick you off of me, trembling, still in awe of how damn weak you make me.

The announcement for the next train billows down the platform. I pull my skirt up, slipping my blouse over my head. The couple watches silently as we collect ourselves.

Our train arrives. All four of us step inside, no one speaking, our bodies still humming with heat.

Three stops feels like forever.

But we arrive at your place.

Your apartment door barely closes before you bend me over your couch. Fuck.

My knees go weak, my body already overstimulated by everything in that damn station. But you don't care. You want me unbound--helpless.

You fuck me with the same desire that escalated under those station lights, your hands locked on my hips, thrusting me into you. I'm dripping down your thighs, my legs vibrating, I can't control it. You smack my ass and moan in my ear--you're not done watching me.

I can't help myself--I let go and cum again, harder--and you keep fucking me through every intense spasm that pulses through me. You don't stop, until you finally let go, until you're throbbing inside this pussy that's yours.

You bury yourself into me as I lay there, undone--full of your cum, leaking and trembling--like you're trying to make sure every bit of you, stays inside of me.

And I let you.