Page 72 of End It All

"When do you have to head out?"

I didn't need to check my phone to know I should have left already. "Now. Why? Want a quickie?" Weed never failed to get me hard, not that I needed the help. Being close to Blake was its own aphrodisiac.

"You want to fuck outside in this cold?" He stared up at me as if I'd lost my mind. "My cum would freeze."

"Don't be a pussy. And no need to worry, you can cum down my throat."

Blake's mouth dropped open as I shoved him between the buildings, slipping further into the darkness. People continued to move around outside. No one gave a shit in New York, everyone had their own lives to worry about.

"Scared?" I taunted.

Blake looked around as if he was expecting someone to pop out and say boo. I snickered and pressed against him again. My hand dropped down to his tight black jeans, feeling the outline of his cock. He was as hard and needy as I was. He made it seem like I was insane for wanting to fool around, but he was descending into hell along with me. I popped the button on his jeans, desire rising to new heights inside of me. I needed to get laid, maybe visit Silver Dreams. Even the thought of that didn't stroke my arousal as much as the thought of having Blake's cock. There was something seriously wrong with Vitale dick. They shot out addictive drugs or something.

"Thought you had to go?"

I shrugged as I shoved my hand into his pants. It was like sinking into an inferno as I wrapped my fingers around his length. "I'm horny. Do you expect me to handle business like this?" I pointed down to my crotch, knowing just how hard I was.

Blake smirked as he pumped his hips up, fucking into my hand. His mouth fell open slightly as he let the pleasure roll over him. His eyes glazed as his pupils dilated.

"If you can't do it, I can always seek out something before heading out." I was half-joking. There was nothing going on between Blake and I except the occasional fuck. At the end of the day, it meant nothing, and yet I held my breath for some kind of reaction. I'd take a frown, anything to show someone gave an iota of a fuck about me.

It was probably sad and desperate that I clung to something so artificial, but when you grew up the way I did, there was nothing ever left for me.

Blake yanked my hand out of his pants. Panic trickled down my spine and it took all the effort in the world to hold my reactions back. I smirked at him. I was desired, but I was never wanted.

"I should get out of here." I made a move to leave.

He stopped me in my tracks, staring into my eyes as if he was trying to read my mind. I kept my facial expression blank, not wanting to show any more vulnerability than I already had. He pushed me, my back hit the opposite brick wall. I grunted in response, a little surprised by Blake as he crowded my space. He went on the tips of his toes, and his hand pressed the back of my neck, bringing my head down so he could kiss me. No, kiss wasn’t the right word, it was as if he was trying to scorch his touch into the fiber of my being. The way he devoured me through a single kiss had my already needy cock weeping for more. My entire body lit up as if he'd fed me flames. He coaxeda moan out of me easily and swallowed it greedily like he'd been thinking about kissing me this entire time.

My mind was blissfully blank. Pleasure, I could do. There was no thought that went into it, and when Blake and I crashed together, it was pure carnal instinct. Our chemistry was off the charts.

"Touch me," Blake demanded as he nipped at my chin.

I should be leading this, and normally, I would, but fuck, it felt good not to. The cold barely touched me as Blake littered my neck with hot wet bites. How insane was it that I wanted him to leave evidence behind. I wanted to step out into the world sporting a neck full of hickeys. A moan ripped from my throat creating a cloud of smoke above my head. My fingers tangled in his soft strands, and I pressed his face against my throat.

Just one. I never allowed anyone to leave marks on me. For what? No one ever wanted to keep me past the night.

My fingernails scraped over his scalp dragging a groan from Blake. He didn't ask and I didn't voice my wants. Our bodies did all the talking and I fell further into the abyss of pleasure that was ever growing between us. His teeth scraped over my flesh drawing a needy mewl from me. I didn't have the forethought to cover my mouth, and there was no point. The sounds of the busy city would have to be enough to drown me out.

He sucked on my throat, sending shock waves of ecstasy straight to my cock. If I could, I'd cum from him leaving hickeys on me.

"Fuck, that's it, baby girl, ma—" I bit my tongue, swallowing the word down. "Do whatever you want to me."

"See? Desperate whore," Blake moaned. His blue eyes were full of mischief and I couldn't help but smile even as I pulled on his hair.

"You're the one who can't keep his hands off me. I'd say you're the slutty one out of the two of us."

Blake’s hands were hot as they wrapped around my cock. I hadn't noticed at all that my pants were undone, let alone my cock out. My breath hitched as he flicked my piercing before stroking me in a firm grasp. A sound achingly close to a moan ripped from between my lips and bounced off the brick walls.

"I know you said quickie." Blake rubbed his cock against my leg, a look of need covering his face. "I want to bury my cock inside of you."

Fuck. Blake liked to play innocent sometimes to see if he could get his way but I always saw through his bullshit. Right now, as he gave me doe eyes and his face mirrored my own desperation, I was hard pressed to say no.

I twisted around, facing the brick wall, and shoved my pants down as much as possible, leaving them around my knees.

"Damn, your ass looks good. I wish we were at home."

"Hurry the fuck up before someone comes and ruins this."