‘What the…’ It’s said with shock, those words, squeaked out of her mouth before her eyes registered the face belonging to her captor. I jerked her closer to me and shut the door, leaving us in blackness inside a closet, a niche where coats and the wall meet. ‘Bastard,’ the word is whispered, ‘you scared me!’

My fingers are on her dress, pulling it upward, thanking God it wasn’t one of her skin tight skirts. ‘That was the point.’ I kiss her, my lips trail to her neck. ‘You smell like outside.’ She says. I feel her fingers slide under the jacket I’m wearing, curl into the fabric of my shirt and the jerky movements of it as she pulls it from my pants.

‘Just got in. Came right over.’

‘We can’t do this here, not now.’ She says this while tilting her head to allow me better access, while diving her hands underneath my shirt that she has successfully undone. My fingers trace the lacy edge of her panties while my thumb presses the silk into her sex.

‘Can’t?’ I growl softly in her ear.

She melts into the wall further, her voice coming in a soft pant. ‘Shouldn’t.’

‘Feel me.’ I drag one of her hands down and press it against my erection. ‘Can. Should.’

She groans. My fingers slide under the barrier of her panties and part the folds of her sex. One of her legs props on some box or whatever it is these people keep on the floors of their closets. I slide my middle finger into her. My mouth covers one of her nipples through her dress. Her fingers wrap around me, pump. ‘You’re wet. So fucking wet.’

I slide another finger to join the first. ‘And mine.’

‘Yes, yours.’ Her voice is urgent, impatient. Her hands drop from me for a second, pulls the belt open and my zipper down. I pull my fingers from her as she sinks down in front of me. I lick my fingers as her mouth surrounds my cock and I groan along with her. I feel her fingers on my balls, I push my hips forward, my cock further into her mouth.

‘N?’ The voice is muffled. We both pause. There is soft conversation on the other side of the door, muffled movements. Her tongue runs along the length of me, the wet noise of oral sex sounds amplified, like a tracking beckon for her searchers. My hand buries into her hair and I push into her mouth, my other hand pulling away the tails of my shirt so I can see with my night eyes, the image of her. It’s just as erotic as the sensation itself. I can feel the weight of coats pressed against my back.

Moments later, I pull her up and kiss her, jerking her panties to one side so that my cock can nudge its way inside her. I sink in easily to the snug, hot, wet folds of her. Her legs and arms wrap around me as we stand there, trying to fulfill the primal needs of our bodies and remain undiscovered. Her head is in my neck, my shoulder, my hands on her ass, keeping the short, jerky rhythm. She’s rolling her body against mine, her breath coming faster, hotly on my neck. I can feel the cool kiss of air on the wet skin of my balls. My cock twitches, the movements are faster. There are sticky wet sounds of sex as our bodies brush against one another in the pitch.

My shoulders shake. My teeth grit together.

‘Fuck.’ She whispers. ‘Yes. Fuck.’

A breathless laugh comes out of me. ‘I’m going to come inside you.’

‘I want you too.’

She digs her heels into my ass and pushes against me, fighting her way to the peak instead of letting it come to her. Urgency is present just as much as the need to see it finished, have the release. I exhale sharply as she sinks down on me. ‘N…’ I croak out, ‘I’m not going to last.’

She gasps and then shudders against me. I feel the grip of her muscles, the slight flutter, the heat. ‘Go.’ The word is said in a gasp.

My fingers curl into her ass until they hurt from my grip. I pull her against me until I can go no further. She kisses my ear. ‘I love you, D.’

The word that was about to leave my mouth is broken off as I come, the sound stolen from my throat by the exhale of air that screams out of my lungs. My grip lessens somewhat and then tightens again as I flood into her, my body jerking. The incredible heat of it draws a shudder from me as another bolt of pleasure follows the flood of my seed into her.

Minutes later, we are somewhat composed. I fasten my belt back. She smooths her hair. I open the closet and look out into the empty bedroom and then usher her out.

‘I’ll see you back at the house.’ I say, leaning down to look into the mirror.

‘You aren’t coming with me?’ She says it in a fervent whisper.

‘I don’t want to see my mother today.’ I reach over and fix one of her earrings that has gone askew. ‘Besides, you and me coming downstairs would look suspicious. They might think we were fucking in the closet.’

Her mouth was open, I reached over to close it and leaned into her, reaching under her dress to press my fingers against the wet stretch of lace that covered her sex. I traced my fingers over the wet material. ‘Wouldn’t want that, would we?’

‘Bastard.’