I Liked It

Chapter 2

I Liked It.

Lyla Atelo.

The cold air hit my face as soon as we were out of the club. I shivered slightly and burrowed myself into the stranger's warm body. I could feel him tense by the contact... and I did something silly.

I rubbed my backside against him, giggling when I heard the groan that erupted from his throat. I felt my nipples tighten at that sound. His grip on my waist also tightened and he tried pushing me away from him.

"Behave yourself!" He growled into my ears, his voice thicker and even more huskier than it was in the club, like he was struggling against something.

"Or what?" I taunted and bent my head slightly to stare up at his face. "Are you going to... fuck me? Punish me?" I could feel a blush rise in my cheeks as those words tumbled out of my mouth.

If it were a normal day, I would rather bury myself six feet under the ground before starting sexual conversations, but this... This was different. I could blame it on the alcohol once again, but I knew this was more than that. Somehow, I yearned for this man that stood behind me. I wanted to know what those sensual lips could do... I wanted to feel what those hands could do.

The more I thought about what could happen between both of us, the more I felt that familiar pounding between my legs... A pulse, actually... My pussy was pulsing for him, and the grip he had on my hand made it even worse.

"Do you want to get fucked?" His voice came out harsh this time, his eyes darker than it had been in the club, and his hot breath washed against my face.

I gulped at the intensity of his voice, at how fast he had me flipped to face him. It was the sexiest thing that had ever happened to me. My lips curled into a smirk as I reached out for the back of my shirt, slipping my hand inside and undoing my bra while keeping a steady gaze on him.

His eyes widened at every second until I pulled out my bra and hung it on his neck like it was a trophy. I reached to unbutton my shirt until he could see a full peak of my milky breasts. I watched as his Adam's apple bop as he stared at the sight in front of him. I giggled to myself. I always wanted to do this but I was always scared. Now, the mix of the alcohol intoxication and the sexy man in front of me gave me a lot of confidence.

I could feel his dick hardening when I pressed my entire body on him.

"Stop!" He growled fiercely, trying to push me off of him, but I didn't budge nor did he try so hard to stop me.

"You want this too, don't you?" I stared deep into his eyes. I saw the need in them...the yearning. "You want to bend me over that car and fuck me until I lose my senses, don't you?"

I traced a finger on his jaw, and I felt something stretch further down. He was getting even harder, so hard that my eyes widened at the length of what I was feeling.

"I don't do nice, woman." His clicked his tongue and licked his lower lips. "I don't do vanilla sex."

"Well..." I twirled a strand of my long hair and cocked my head to the side, and I spoke with the most sensual voice that I could muster. "I wasn't asking for 'nice' now, was I?"

I could feel the excitement pooling between my thighs and I rubbed them together unconsciously, and that was when I felt it... It was gentle at first, the fisting of my hair, I mean... until it wasn't.

One moment, he was a gentleman, and the next moment he was a rabid beast! I gasped in shock as he burrowed his mouth deeply against my neck, sucking on the soft flesh while his hands threaded my hair tightly.

"Uh... Oh my gosh!" The moan that erupted from my mouth was less than what I was feeling.

He was relentless in sucking and nibbling until he reached my ears lobe and I squealed, burrowing harder into his arms, trying to evade this sweet but extra sensitive torture. His other hand held my waist tightly, as if trying to merge me to him. Before long, the hand on my hair traced itself to under my shirt, and all I could do was moan when his warm palm made contact with my nipples. He slapped it first before he twisted on it.

My head was spinning as everything was happening at once. He hadn't stopped kissing my neck, and he was massaging my breasts. I could feel my hot liquid gushing out of my pussy, getting past my already wet panties. And all that was on my mind was—

"More... Please, I want more..." I begged really hard. My legs were becoming so weak that they almost gave way, but his grip was stronger.

He pushed himself away from me for a moment, staring at me one more time. It was then I realized what I was doing. I was getting fucked in an open space... cars were driving in and out, and people could see us if they looked really closely at what we were doing.

But it only seemed to turn me on more. I only seemed to get wetter and wetter.

"Why did you stop?" I almost lost it when he pulled away. My body was hungry for him. I—

My train of thoughts were cut off when my legs suddenly left the ground. He had picked me up and was heading to the nearest car.

"I'm done being nice with you." He said after a while, pushing my upper body on to the bumper of a car. "Now, let me show you how I fuck!"

I felt my entire body shiver in pleasure when he said that. I was waiting. Expecting. Ready... The pulsing in my pussy hadn't stopped, and an indescribable feeling at the lower part of my belly began to grow. His hands lifted up my skirt, and I could feel the cold air on it. His fingers found my panties, and...

"Uh..."

"Fuck!"

We groaned at the same time when his fingers grazed them. I tried moving my ass away. The pleasure was all too much to handle. That was when a smack came down against my cheeks, and I jolted in shock.

"Keep steady!" He growled, and another smack followed.

My body jolted again, but I was getting used to the pain. He slapped, then rubbed... repeating the process until I lost count of it... until I could feel my juices running down the length of my legs. And that was when he inserted a finger inside.

I almost banged my head against the car. His fingers sent deep waves of pleasure down there that radiated throughout my entire body. I almost lost my vision for a while...and his torture was really slow until it was not...

His other hand reached out, and where it touched was enough to send me spiralling. His fingers moved faster and faster and faster, while his other hand rubbed against my clit.

All I felt was pleasure, and nothing else. Like my head was in the clouds, and my body was somewhere between the clouds and actually passing out. The building sensation in my lower abdomen had increased, and it seemed like I wanted to pee.

"I'm about to pee..." I groaned.

But, it was as if he hadn't heard me because his fingers went faster as he added a third finger, hitting me hard up there.

"Please!!!! Oh my gosh!!! Fuck!" I cried out all insanely obscene things I wouldn't say on a normal day. My legs were shaking... My body was getting weaker, and then...it exploded.

I saw stars. I lost my hearing for a bit... But I was still jerking. I felt the liquid pool down my legs in a rush. The pleasure still hadn't gone, and the torturer still wasn't over with me.

"You're so tight, woman." He leaned into me, and I could feel his hot breath against my neck as he pressed his still hard dick against me. "I hope you're ready for another round... because you asked for it."

If it wasn't for his hand that held me in place, my legs could have given way a long time ago. Was this what women called an orgasm? My whole body was covered in sweat, and I still wanted more. I liked it.

Six years without this was a long time. Michael's actions caused this, and my pussy was more than ready to receive whatever this stranger had in store for me.