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“Oi. There are better things ahead than any we leave behind,” Keeley told Rebecca confidently, but it didn’t mean she believed it for herself.
She’d watched Roy walk away again tonight, and again he made her whole body ache. They’d avoided each other the entire evening but it didn’t stop her checking him out. It didn’t stop her longing. She was still in love, for sure, but her lust, after weeks, months without him, was especially potent; it had only spiralled. Damn him, he had ruined her for anyone else.
She downed her shot. “I need a smoke, babe. Just gonna pop outside, yeah?”
Walking to the door, she felt the effects of standing at the open bar for most of the evening. Shots of tequila, glasses of champagne; all that drinking to forget only had the opposite effect.
Anytime she saw Roy, there was something that pulled at her, but tonight – the dimmed lights, the rhythmic music, the flowing alcohol - this would have been the kind of night they’d dip out of the party for 15 minutes for a quick shag in the back of his G-Wagon, just for the hell of it. Those visions didn’t help her current state.
“Shit,” she muttered as she opened the door and into the fresh air, now all hot and bothered. What she wouldn’t do to feel his rough beard scrape up against her thighs, his dick pushing her limits. She let out a moan as she rooted through her purse for a lighter, turning to walk away from the restaurant, her head down. The next thing she knew she’d run smack into someone. No… not someone. She didn’t have to look up to know who it was.
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“Fuck,” Roy muttered to himself waving off the taxi after realizing he’d forgotten his car keys in the restaurant. He wasn’t going to drive, but he’d still have to go back in to get them. He’d have to see her again. He could only take so much. It had led him to down a few too many beer. She’d looked so fucking gorgeous. It’d nearly killed him. And as the night went on, and her cheeks flushed from the alcohol, all he could think about was how that’s exactly how she looked riding him, taking him in. He felt himself getting hard just thinking about it.
Just get in and out, he thought, only to think of another in and out involving Keeley’s welcoming body. It was no use, he looked down, shaking his head. His memories were so fucking intense, he could practically smell her, hear her moan.
Seconds later he looked up just as he smacked right into the object of his desire. He grabbed her arms to steady her and she looked up, her eyes quickly exposing that the exact same thoughts were racing through her mind.
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There was no mistaking the raw lust in Roy's burning gaze. He was holding Keeley and not letting go. Her lips parted and her eyes dilated being that close to him again, bodies pressed against each other. It was all too familiar, and in their already weakened state, instinct overcame judgement.
They moved at the same time, meeting in the middle, a kiss with instant fire and desperate thirst. This wasn’t a time to explain or talk things out. It wasn’t about their relationship and who or what was right or wrong. This was their base instincts, what would have been there even if they hated each other; this was feral; this was all pheromones; this was the intimate knowledge of sexual compatibility faced with an opportunity.
To say they practically devoured the other was an understatement. If they could have crawled under each other’s skin they would have. Hands were grasping, stroking, clutching. Reason, practicality and reality were not in their vocabulary but for the moment they finally came up for air.
“I don’t think-” Roy rasped desperately, but Keeley cut him off.
“Don’t think, Roy. Just fuck me.”
His eyes darkened, insanely aroused by her command. He captured her lips again, his tongue urging on hers, and lifted her back towards an alley for privacy. He didn’t know how far this would go, he didn’t think that far ahead, he just didn’t want it to stop.
He placed her down, ready to do her bidding, when she dragged him even farther back ensuring no one would see them unless they were purposefully looking. Her intensions of what she wanted were clear.
Falling to his knees before her, his hands reached under her skirt, ripping off her flimsy knickers, and feeling her wetness. He took a deep breath and exhaled heavily, tickling her arousal. It had been so long, his mouth watered at the thought of being back to his favourite place, ready to give her release, eager to hear her cry out.
He contained his impatience as best possible, his tongue and fingers playing delicately at first, making Keeley whimper from the deftness of his touch. His fingers curled up into her, massaging that certain spot he knew drove her wild. But she didn’t want delicate teasing. Her hips thrust into him, showing how rough and fast she wanted it, and within seconds of him taking her to his mouth and sucking, she moaned, quivered and climaxed, his mouth feeling it all. He didn’t want to stop, he just wanted to kneel before her all night and hear those sounds, feel that reaction. He’d missed it so fucking much.
But Keeley hadn’t asked for that. She wanted to be fucked, and she pulled him up and frantically reached for his belt to speed up the pace. She pulled out his cock and was about to go down on him, but it would have only delayed what they both wanted. Instead, Roy turned her around, and wasting no time, thrust forcefully inside her soaking pussy, making Keeley cry out again, a mix of pleasure and relief, the sound of someone desperate for him. He wanted to hear those cries from her forever.
Keeley supported herself against the brick while she pushed her bottom back against Roy, wanting him to go deeper, wanting him to fill her, forcing her body to adjust to his thickness, only for him to withdraw and thrust again, each time more powerfully, each time a little deeper.
With one hand against the wall, his other reached for her breast, clutching it and pinching her nipple through her sweater, twisting it in a way that sent a blaze of fire to her core, increasing the power of her already overwhelming arousal.
This was all that she’d missed and more. Going without him for months was torture, missing his touch, his strength, his ability to pinpoint her most sensitive nerve endings to maximize her pleasure. Her body was starved, and going from fasting to feasting on him heightened every sensation.
Roy was no better. Being inside her again was blissful agony. She was molded to him, simultaneously soft and strong, her small frame surprisingly resilient to his aggressive pounding. That was nothing new. It was her superpower; her body thrived the harder they shagged. It drove him fucking mental. He used to ask if she could take it, but he knew her so well now; she’d never backed down, no matter how deeply he delved.
Removing his hand from her breast, he pulled her head back by her hair and she turned to kiss him again. That was a mistake; it was too intimate. Rough sex against an alley wall allowed them to be dirty, detached, focussed on their sexual needs, but adding a kiss, potentially looking at each other while they fucked, made it more than it was supposed to be and Roy quickly regretted his actions, moving quickly to nibble on her neck, hiding from the truth just a little longer.
Keeley turned away as well. She knew whatever moment almost happened, it was lost, but there were too many other stimuli to dwell on what ifs. She felt his beard and teeth scrape her neck, a hand return to her breast, the other now stroking her clit, and his cock throbbing and thrusting greedily. It all added together to set off her release; intense, euphoric. As the ripples consumed her, she redoubled her efforts in pounding back against him, knowing that feeling and the sound of her groans would send him over the edge. She was bang on, and the noise he made on his release was like a wounded animal, ferocious and pained. She felt him spill into her and wished the moment could last, just the two of them locked together, physically connected and vibrating in their release.
Reaching their peaks immediately brought tears to her eyes, tears of happiness and pain. She knew things wouldn’t change but to have him again like this, it was worth the sadness she’d feel afterwards. It satiated a longing that had only been growing and gave her something to cling to.
Roy rested his forehead on her shoulder, breathing heavily, tears stinging at corners of his eyes. Fuck, this was a bad idea but he wouldn’t trade a second. It wasn’t going to change things but it gave him some fleeting joy for the first time in months. He would selfishly take it.
Keeley reached for her purse for some tissues and cleaned herself off, not really wanting to. She would have loved to have left for home and slept with the remnants of him on her body, so desperate to have a piece of him stay with her. She didn’t notice as Roy furtively slipped her ripped g-string into his pocket.
But Keeley had to go back in to the restaurant. She was sure Rebecca would question her absence.
Roy adjusted himself, zipping up his jeans, avoiding eye contact. He felt ill-at-ease. They both had wanted it; indeed, she was the one who’d ordered him to fuck her – and Christ how that had turned him on – but he knew he had to say something.
“I-“ he began and then stopped. What could he say without sounding like a dick?
Keeley put on a brave face, she’d learned from the best. She could read him like a book and let him off the hook. “Iss done, babe. I wanted it. Don’t say anything. No regrets, yeah?”
Roy shook his head in agreement, biting his lower lip harshly, after hearing her call him babe again. But he then uncomfortably realized his predicament. “Fuck,” he said under his breath.
“What now?” Keeley asked.
“Came back because … I forgot my fucking car keys inside. We can’t go back in together.”
Even though she knew what they’d done meant nothing would change, her heart still sank to her stomach hearing him say that so casually. She, again, was all business. “Right. You’re not driving, are you? Noticed you had a few more beer than usual.”
Roy gave her a double-take with that question, knowing she’d been watching him. “No. Was about to get into a taxi but realized I left them on the table.”
“Want me to get’em for you?” Keeley asked, forever helpful and kind.
“No… just… maybe just find ‘em and give’em to Sam. I can pick them up from him tomorrow.”
Keeley finished adjusting her clothes, distracting herself from the knife in her heart. He wanted to leave, be away from what just happened, avoid any further contact with her.
“Right. G’night Roy.” She looked up with a sassy Page 3 girl smile and a cocked head. “Thanks for the shag.”
“Keeley,” Roy said softly, reaching for her arm. He looked at her, his eyes pleading for something. Understanding? Forgiveness? “I’m sorry. I never wanted to-“
“Don’t,” Keeley cautioned him harshly. He obeyed her, but she suddenly shrugged nonchalantly, lightly tapping his arm “Like the song goes - can’t always get what we want, right? But tonight, we got what we needed, yeah? Let’s leave it at that.”
Roy opened his mouth to say more but was drowned out by another.
“Keeeeeeeleeeeey? Are you okay?” A familiar female voice called.
“Oi, you stay here,” Keeley ordered. Her practiced smile long gone. “I better go or Rebecca might cut off your dick if she sees us and figures out what went on.”
Roy nodded and Keeley walked away. There was regret but also no regret. To have her back in his arms for a moment? He’d hold onto to this memory for a lifetime if he had to. He hated himself, but then again, that was nothing new.