Your Naughty Looks

Standing on a street corner, waiting
The wind blows cold
The night is dark and cloudy
Streetlights shine gold off the ice covered trees
Round little drops, frozen solid, reflecting the world around them
Sneaking up behind me,
Your warm arms encircle my waist
A pleasant contrast to the bitter cold
You turn me around, grab my hand, that familiar mischievous glint in your eye
With you leading the way, we creep into an alley

Hastily you yank the zipper of my jacket down
Push your hands up my shirt
I gasp, your fingers are as cold as the icicles that hang from the roof ledges above
Hands already busy; pearly whites pull off my scarf
Pressing your chilly nose under my chin, you lift it so you can nuzzle my neck
Gently leaning your weight on me, my back hits the wall
Warm lips leave hot wet kisses that quickly become cold with Jack Frost’s touch
My lusting shaky hands slip your coat buttons through the loops one by one
Fingers rush on to the button of your pants
Freeing your thick length in no time flat
Eyes lock, Earthen brown with Heaven blue
A quizzical look lies in them as we ask one another but one word,
“Lube?”

I pout
You frown
But as your eyes wander up that frown turns to a grin
And though you know you’re not supposed to use your skills in peaceful civilian public,
Without qualm you jump on a dumpster, run up the wall, and pluck off an icicle
Landing silently in the snow you curl a finger in indication
I furiously shake my head no
You give a confident and slow nod of yes
“We both know you’ll like it,” you add
Reluctantly I shuffle over,
And let your warm lips kiss mine in blissful distraction,
As you pull down my sweats and boxers in one move
Poising the blunt end of the object at my entrance

Carefully you push in
I damn near faint with the shock of the cold
Slowly you twirl it around
I squeak, pant, and moan
Feel my facial expressions contorting from pain to discomfort,
To that twisted pleasure that comes only from the forbidden
The steam of my breath clouds your face
Yet my vision’s good enough to catch the dark amusement dancing in your eyes
Knees weaken; your strong grasp keeps me standing and steady,
Until the warmth of my innards melts enough of the ice

Removing it, you tossing it aside, turn my back to you, and sit us down in the snow
Feeling my heart flutter as powerful hands grasp the underside of my thighs
Lifting me, guiding me onto you
Your lips close to my ear, you give a soft growl as I slide down
Then a quiet sigh as you lift me up
Starting off at an easy pace
You work up to slamming me up and down
Hips undulating like waves stirred by a storm
Overwhelming sensation inspiring me to cry, “Oh God!”
Darkly you whisper in a husky voice, “He can’t help you now”

You shift a little
I recognize you’re going for my spot
Slamming into it, I whimper, lifting my eyes to the sky
The pale face of the full moon peeking between wind torn clouds stares back
It’s mouth shaped in an O as if in protest of the sight,
Of this public lovemaking on a cold winter night
A naughty grin steals across my face; let it watch if it must

My muscles tense, white falls on white,
In the same moment your warm liquid fills my insides
Ragged breaths escape us
Leaning back against you in sweet relief, you gently stroke my face with the back of your hand,
Before we regretfully have to get dressed

“Dinner? I know you’re hungry,” you say with a sultry smile
“No,” is my flat reply
You pout, “Aww, you’ll let me fuck you lovingly but you won’t let me feed you?”
“Don’t give me that, we smell terrible”
Sauntering up, I find your nose in my hair
“You smell great to me,” you offer your hand
Rolling my eyes, yet, with a happy smile,
I take it as you lead us out of the alley and into the cloudy night