Oops, There Goes my Self-Control

His hand finds its way to my hip. His closeness overwhelms me - his touch, his presence, his scent - and my heart beats even faster. I press myself against his chest, his lips pulling me in like a magnet. It's even more impossible to resist than his snaps.

I kiss him hungrily. His hands wrap around me and hold me tight, leaving me no escape - not that I want to escape. Instead, I melt against him. Blood pounds in my ears, drowning out the noise of the street and all my other thoughts until I feel something wet on my calf.

I break off the kiss and look down to find a small dog sniffing at my leg, and I laugh. Its owner tries tugging it away, but it won't budge, so I crouch down and stroke it. "Hey, cutie," I coo as I scratch it behind the ears. Happy with a bit of attention, it nuzzles into my hand, then trots after its owner.

"Can't believe I just got cockblocked by a dog," Jack smirks.

I giggle. Then I fix him with a heavy-lidded stare, and I bite my lip. "Who said anything about cockblocking?"

I grin as Jack slips into the bathroom, and I'm on him before he can fumble the lock closed. His lips taste of tzatziki and desire, and he kisses me like I'm his last meal on Earth. The lock finally clicks shut, and then his hands are on my skin, sliding up my thighs and pulling my dress with them. I giggle into his lips as it rides up over the curve of my ass, and in return I deftly unbuckle his belt and yank it, his pants, and his underwear down to his knees.

"Are we really doing this?" he whispers, his voice half-lust and half-disbelief even as his fingers hook into the waistband of my panties and slowly tease them down.

I bite my lip. "Only if you want to."

His lips on mine is the only reply he gives. Pushing me up against the wall, he traces his fingers along my slit, and I shudder. Raw, unfiltered desire courses through me, and I wrap both hands around his enormous cock and stroke until he's as hard as diamonds.

Then, perching on a ledge, I pull a condom wrapper from my handbag and fix him with a pointed look. Slowly, I tear it open, and Jack watches, frozen, as I reach down and gently roll it onto him. For a long moment, neither of us moves. Then, a grin growing on my lips, I spread my legs. "Well?" I whisper. "We had a deal, didn't we?"

"Yeah. Yeah, I guess we did," says Jack. He steps a little closer and rests his cock on my stomach, his eyes blazing with need.

I spit on my hand and slather it along the condom, then guide his tip to my entrance. Biting my lip, I quiver with anticipation. I need to feel him inside me.

His soft brown eyes pull me in as his hands take a firm grip on my hips, and then he's pushing into me, splitting me apart, and I'm moaning, arching my back, taking him so deep inside me as my eyelids flutter and my body trembles. Lips kiss my neck, and I gasp at the electricity that lances through me. Hands grasp at my waist, and slowly, I feel him start to cautiously roll his hips into me. His cock slides in up to the hilt, filling me to the brim, and then out again.

But it's not enough.

"Harder," I plead, wrapping my legs around him and clutching him closer. "Fuck, harder, Jack."

His eyes meet mine for the briefest of moments. Nerves lie behind a sheen of lust. And then he tears his shirt off, leaving his muscles on full display, and I drink him in. I only have a split-second to appreciate how good he looks, naked with his dick buried inside me, before he leans in and whispers in my ear.

"Do you want me to bend you over and fuck you till you scream?"

I grin even as my breath catches in my throat. Without a word, I push him away and hop down from the ledge, then turn around and place my hands against the wall.

"Good girl," he murmurs, and I shiver as I feel the heat of his body mere inches behind mine. Then his hand takes hold of the back of my neck and forces me to bend, and his other hand cracks against my ass.

"Ohhhh, fuck," I groan. The sting fires a bullet of pleasure straight into my brain.

"You like getting spanked, Alicia?" Jack asks. His voice is low, and I can hear the smug smirk on his lips.

I bite my lip and push my hips back against him. "I like getting fucked more," I say, giving him a glance over my shoulder.

Despite the situation, my words seem to catch him off guard a little, and he gulps. Then he shakes his head slightly and slowly pushes his tip into me. I moan, my fingers clenching the ledge in anticipation.

One thrust, and my breath is knocked from my lungs. Two thrusts, and my fingernails are scratching the ledge, knuckles white. Three thrusts, and my eyes roll back as my knees tremble. Oh God, he's so deep, his pelvis flush against my ass. Every inch of contact between our bodies feels like liquid fire.

And then he starts rolling his hips into me, slowly at first, but soon ramping up to a steady rhythm of slapping skin and blissful moans. I bite my lip, hissing air through my teeth as his cock spears me over and over again. Pleasure courses through me, taking control of my body, and I start to thrust my hips back to meet him.

"Oh, fuck, just like that," I groan. Sweat starts to coat my hair to my face, and my body thrums with pure need. "God yes, like that! Ah, fuck!"

Jack chuckles, his breath coming in labored bursts. "Fuck, so good. Want me to spank you again?" he asks, his voice husky and breathless.

I bite my lip and nod without a second thought. "Mmhmm." I barely have time to shiver in anticipation before CRACK, another sting of his hand on my ass, another bullet of pleasure to the brain. "Ah!" I squeal.

"You like that, Alicia?" he breathes into my ear. His low voice sends shudders right through me, and I yank one hand away from the ledge and jam it between my legs to rub my clit. He chuckles. "I'll take that as a yes."

CRACK.

I squeal again, eyes rolling back as pleasure from my pussy and my clit whirl together with the sharp stinging from his hand. His cock thrusts into me, again and again, feeling like it's reaching further into my brain with every movement of his hips. Moans leak out between my lips and echo off the whitewashed bathroom walls. Maybe not the best sex I've ever had, but shit, it's probably the best quickie. I might actually cum from this.

"Fuck," Jack groans, his thrusts suddenly turning rapid and shallow. "Oh, fuck, I'm gonna cum."

Spoke too soon. I whimper, ready to beg him to hold on, but it's already too late. He thrusts one last time and grips my hips tight as he gasps. I moan, still massaging my clit, but knowing I'm way too far from orgasm to reach it now. Still, that was some outrageously good sex, for what there was of it.

"Fuck," he groans again, slowly sliding out of me.

I pant and lean against the ledge as I watch him chuck the cum-filled condom into the bin. "Fuck," I echo, brushing my hair behind my ear and grinning. Stumbling slightly, I totter over to him and give him a gentle kiss. He smiles widely against my lips, and his hands squeeze my still-bare ass. I pull back and give him a look, but his smile only grows.

Slipping out of the bathroom, I spot Jack sitting on a bench, the sound of the waves washing up the beach and the occasional shout and peal of laughter from those playing in the sand reaching my ears. I slide onto the bench next to him, and he looks over at me with a curious glint in his soft brown eyes. His curtained hair shifts in the salty breeze.

"Hey," he says awkwardly.

"Hey," I smirk. I hold his gaze and wait for him to say whatever he's going to say.

Jack turns slightly towards me and takes a quick breath. "So, I had a really good time today."

I glance down at his crotch and giggle. "I noticed."

He blushes. "No, I mean ... Well, yeah, that too, but I mean dinner was really nice, and ..." He trails off and shrugs. "Yeah."

Still in that after-sex glow, it takes me a moment to think back on the dinner. It takes me a moment longer to realize that I feel the same way - the chat was good, the vibes were good, and mostly what I remember is the smile I wore for most of it. "I ... I had a really good time, too, Jack." I shuffle next to him and gently brush his thigh with the back of my hand.

I hear him suck in a nervous breath, then feel his arm tentatively wrap around my shoulders. He flashes me a quick smile when I grin up at him, and strokes my bare shoulder with a finger. It feels surprisingly nice.

Gradually, I let my head rest against his shoulder and watch the ocean swell. Soon, my breathing synchronizes with the sound of the waves, and I let my eyes close, Jack's arm still around my shoulders.