Gatecrasher

The back gate slammed against the fence, hard, and I nearly choked on the smoke curling from between my lips. "Fuck," I muttered to myself, stubbing out the joint on the patio table before anyone could see what i was smoking. Then I see him—some sweaty, feral-looking man crashing through my hydrangeas like he’s being chased by the po-po.

He stops still when he lays eyes on me, eyes widening like I’m the last person he expected to find here. "Shit, sorry—wrong yard," he pants and wheezes, already backing up.

I took a long drag on my joint, then exhaled slow. "Relax. Unless you’re the pool guy, in which case, where the hell is your shirt?"

His mouth twitches, like he’s fighting a smirk. "I'm Tom. And you are?"

"Ellie." I hold out the joint. "Smoke?"

He pauses for half a second before taking a step closer. All the while, he was wiping his palms on his jeans and flashing her gleaming teeth. "You’re not gonna call the cops on me?"

I consider the question, rolling the joint between my fingers. I looked at him, a wry smile playing on my face. "That depends. You gonna keep knocking over my plants?"

He laughed, a sound low and rough at the same time, and deposited himself across from me without waiting for an invitation. "Fair enough."

He takes the joint from me, using the gesture as an excuse to lightly brush my fingers with his own. He’s got big, rough hands. They're calloused, and I want to feel them on other parts of my body. I watch as he inhales deeply on the j, holds it in, then lets his breath go with a satisfied groan that makes my pussy clench.

"Ooh, that's smooth," he says, passing it back to me.

"Oh yes, only the best when absolute strangers barge into my backyard," I reply. Then I inhale again, rolling my eyes while letting the weed relax my muscles. I feel it loosen my inhibitions. The high hits me fast—warm, lazy, a buzziness coursing through my veins.

Tom watches me with dark eyes. "You’re trouble."

"Pot calling the kettle black, *baby*." I rolled my eyes again, flicked the loose ash off the joint, and leaned back in my chair. I fixed him with an even stare and quirked my eyebrow up. "You look like you’ve got stories."

He grinned at me, showing me most of his teeth. "Oh, I do. But I’d rather show you than tell you."

Before I can even react to his words, he’s on his feet, pulling me up with him. His hands hold firm to my waist, pulling me until I'm flush against him. I can feel the hard ridge of his cock pressing against the lower part of my abdomen. He grinds it into me and I have to bite my lip to stifle the moan that threatened to come out.

"You’re very presumptuous," I tease, even as I grind my pelvis right back against him.

"Am I?" His voice comes out rough and low. "Or am I just smart enough to know a good thing when I see it?"

He kisses me before I can say anything, and it’s the farthest thing from gentle. It’s as hungry and desperate as I am. I can feel his tongue shoving past my lips like he’s starving for me. I melt into his rock-solid torso, my hands sliding up his chest, fingers tangling behind his neck. He tastes like smoke from the joint and whiskey, and i don't think I can get enough.

His hands seem to be everywhere—groping my tits through my thin tank top, squeezing my ass, pulling me so close I can feel every inch of him. I whimper into his mouth when he pinches my nipple, hard, through the fabric.

"You like that?" he murmers against my lips.

"Fuck yes," I gasp.

He pushes me back against the house, his thigh wedging between my legs. I grind down on him, riding his thigh like it’s the only thing keeping me from imploding in on myself. His hands are under my tank top now, palming my bare breasts, thumbs circling my nipples until I’m panting.

"Tom—*fuck*—"

"Yeah, say my name like that again," he demands, mouth hot on my neck, teeth grazing my skin.

I do, over and over, as his fingers dip into the waistband of my shorts, shoving them down my hips. The night air hits my bare ass, but I don’t care. All I care about is the way his fingers are sliding between my legs, teasing my slit, dipping inside just enough to make me whimper.

"You’re so wet," he groans, pulling back just enough to look at me. His eyes are dark, hungry. "You want my dick, Ellie?"

"God, yes."

"First things first."

He drops to his knees in front of me, yanking my shorts the rest of the way down my legs. The first swipe of his tongue has me throwing my head back and moaning out, my fingers tangling in his hair. He licks me like he can’t get enough, his tongue flicking over my clit while his fingers plunged into my pussy.

"Fuck, you taste good," he groans, his lips pressed against me, the vibrations sending sparks through my body.

I’m so close, my hips jerking against his face, chasing the most unexpected orgasm of my life. He grabbed my ass, holding me open for him, his tongue fucking into me like he can’t get enough. I come with a broken cry, my thighs trembling around his ears.

But he wasn't done with me yet.

He stood up, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, eyes burning into mine. "Your turn to taste."

I didn’t even hesitate. I shoved him back against the house, dropping to my knees in front of him. His cock was already out, thick and heavy in his hand, precum glistening at the tip. I licked it off, savoring the salty taste, before swallowing him deep into my throat.

He groaned, his hands tangling in my hair. "Fuck, Ellie—"

I hollow my cheeks, sucking as hard as I could while I bobbed my head, using my tongue to swirl around his shaft. His hips jerked and he cursed, his fists tightening in my hair.

"I'm gonna fuck that pretty little mouth," he gritted out.

I moaned around his cock, the vibration making him groan. He starts fucking my throat in earnest, drilling his cock as far as he could. I gagged, and tears pricked my eyes, but I don’t pull back. I took him, all of him, until he’s was groaning my name like a prayer.