Heavy rain slaps hard against the pavement as we quicken our pace, searching for shelter. The droplets feel warm on my skin, reflecting the July heat. I glance at my phone for the time, noticing the glowing moon bouncing off the rain puddles as we pass them. It is far too late and I know I should be getting home, but all I can think about is hiding from the rain.
We dance in and out of shops, restaurants, gaining shelter for moments before moving on. Most of the shops on the strip are closing, and the restaurants too upscale to allow two wet teenagers dripping inside their doors.
Continuing on, we laughed out loud in the quiet streets as we splashed through dark puddles, yearning for a dry cover.
We finally approach a large building, grey and looming. A parking garage. With few cars in sight, we hurry inside, running down the slanted drive into an empty underground lot. Spotting a small door at the far corner of the lot, you grab my hand and pull me towards it. We slip inside, pulling the heavy door tightly shut behind us. Now safely enclosed in the stairwell, our bags fall to the ground and I shed my sweater, flinging it at the bottom of the staircase. You sit on the concrete steps while I brush the soaking hair from my eyes and bend over to squeeze the water out.
You’re behind me when I stand, and I whirl around to see your face inches from mine. Still soaked, you pull me toward you, so close I feel your breath on my neck. I wrap my arms around your neck and breathe into you, pressing my lips against yours. I sink against you as you tighten your grip on my waist with one hand and the back of my neck with the other. Our breathing becomes shallow, more urgent as the kiss deepens and we claw hungrily at each other. I break away and pull your shirt over your head, breathing in your musky scent and running my hands down your chest.
Suddenly and without warning both of your hands are at my waist and I gasp as you press your body even harder against mine. I feel myself lifted off the ground and wrap my legs around your waist as you step forward, slamming me hard against the wall of the stairwell. I feel a rush of excitement catch in my throat as I exhale in surprise. The stone wall feels cold against my back, seeping through my wet tank top and into my spine, sending a shiver up and down.
I can feel your excitement growing too as I writhe under your grip. You wriggle one hand from my waist and slip it under my shorts. I moan into your shoulder as you work your way in, slipping in and out and sending shock waves through my body. After a few moments you slowly work another finger in, then two more, and my hips buck against your knuckles as I throw my head back. A mix of rainwater and sweat drips down from your forehead and onto my breasts and we’re both glistening. This drives you more wild, and you’re spinning me back around, lowering me on my back to the stone ground. You peel my damp tank top from my body and let your gaze linger for a moment before moving on to the red lace bra underneath. You drag your fingers down the middle of my chest, past my belly button, making me shiver as you gently tug on the denim shorts now clinging to my hips. I’m now completely vulnerable, gazing up at you, wondering what’s coming next. As the thought brushes my mind, you’re leaning down, grabbing my hand and placing it against the zipper of your jeans. I feel the bulge beneath the denim fabric and lightly squeeze, a soft groan escaping your lips as I do. Gingerly I pull on the zipper, releasing you, and lightly stroke as you grow harder in my hand.
Before I know what to do next you’re kissing my neck again, grazing my throat with your teeth and trying not to bite down too hard. My skin burns with eagerness, and I feel a jolt of electricity surge through me as you plunge into me, hard and in one motion. I yelp and throw my head back again and it comes in waves- first pain, then pleasure rolling through me. Before I have time to catch my breath you’re slamming into me again, deeper this time, and making me shudder in surprise. I lift my head to look at you, but you shove me back down, pinning my wrists above my head with one hand and wrapping the other around my throat, pushing me into the stone underneath. The tightness of your hand around your throat constricts my breath, but deepens the fire burning beneath my skin. You pick up the pace now, as if the shocked look on my face drives your energy. Over and over you thrust, keeping me pinned to the hard floor and I arch my back to let you in deeper. You hit every soft spot on my body, every part of me aching for more of you.
I feel a pressure building inside me, like electricity activating every nerve. I let it pulse over me again and again as you continue to hit the back of my cervix. Minutes feel like hours and when you loosen your grip on my throat I’m almost relieved to catch a breath. You chuckle as my body relaxes beneath you, before flipping me onto my stomach and grabbing a handful of my hair toward you, pulling me to my knees. Without a word you slide deep into me from behind, still pulling my hair and with your free hand back around my throat. You groan loudly now, pushing deeper into me and I smile at the thought of pleasing you.
Your thrusts become ravenous now, desperate and quick. Now every part of my body is screaming, waiting for release. Your groans turn to animalistic grunts and I can tell you’re getting close. The thought of you exploding inside me makes me squirm, pressing myself back against you. Your grip on my throat tightens and I welcome it. I can barely contain my screams now as I let them echo against the walls of the parking garage. The tension building finally comes to a head, and I’m screaming loudly now, slamming back and forth against your body, your warm breath on the back of my neck as you tug at my hair. The room suddenly grows much smaller, I squeeze my eyes shut and bursts of colour dance behind my eyelids as my body spasms and knees buckle beneath me. You feel the wetness dripping down my thighs and onto your shaft. The warmth drives you crazy, and with one final thrust I feel you explode into me. I throw my head back as you slide in and out, mixing my juices with your own. You exhale deeply, releasing all your holds on me. I finally let my knees give out and collapse to the ground, legs trembling, panting for air. You lean back against the wall, observing me with a crooked grin, satisfied with your accomplishment of breaking me in for the first time.
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