Sleet Banshee by S.J. Tilly

CHAPTER NINETEEN

SEBASTIAN

I’m the world’s biggest pussy. I’ve been pining over a firecracker all week, but I’ve been too chickenshit to text her. Oh, I think about it, but then I overthink about what the fuck I should say ...

Hey babe, I had a great time grocery shopping with you!

Hey babe, I know we hardly know each other but I miss you!

Hey babe, I’d like to do more than kiss you next time I see you.

Hey babe, my balls packed up their little sperm buddies, told me they were going out for cigarettes, and never came back. Wanna cuddle?

World’s. Biggest. Pussy.

“Come on, Ash. Let’s turn this party up!” Luke Anders, teammate and pain in my ass, shouts as he pushes past me.

I roll my eyes, but this place looks like it could be a good time.

Stepping through the entrance, I see the club is pretty packed. We’re a little late getting here, but we just got back into town. Zach beelines away from us, eyes locked on to his new lady. The rest of the team doesn’t know about him and Izzy yet, but I’ve had to listen to him blather on about her for the past several days. It was annoying. And made me think about Banshee, which made it even more annoying.

Stepping off to the side, I survey the room. The digs, and clientele, are pretty swanky. Coach told us to dress nicely, and I mostly listened. My dark jeans and fitted black long sleeve shirt blend in well enough with the crowd.

I’m turning to head for the bar when I spot her.

Banshee.

I’d hoped she would be here, but I didn’t have the balls to ask. But lucky for me, Meghan’s hard to miss.

The bright red curls tumbling down her back shine like a beacon, drawing me in. I’m walking towards her before I even realize I’ve moved. She’s on the dance floor: arms up, head tipped back, with her mouth open in what looks like laughter.

As I near, the lights dim, and the volume of the music goes up. The nighttime vibe just went into effect. Meaning I got here just in time.

Megs does a slow twirl and I finally get a look at the entire package. And my cock springs to life.

She’s wearing a clingy, dark-purple dress. The long loose sleeves tease at being conservative, but the severely-plunging neckline screams sex appeal. The dress cinches at her waist then flares out into a tantalizingly-short skirt. It’s hard to see her feet through the blur of bodies, but she’s definitely taller. The mental image of her heel-clad feet wrapped around my back has my cock hardening even more.

A flash of light draws my gaze toward her face. She’s traded in her usual soft feather earrings for long, jewel-encrusted ones. It’s hard to tell for sure, since she won’t keep still, but they seem to be shaped like a feather.

I bite back my smile. Even decked out in club wear, my favorite girl still shines through.

I don’t wait for her to see me. I don’t wait for permission.

Slipping through the mass of people, I time my moves with Banshee. When her back is to me, I step forward, pressing my body flush with hers. I feel her muscles tense for a split second before she picks up the beat again. I don’t allow my mind to race with thoughts of her doing this with a stranger. Instead, I place my hands on her hips, grip her tight, lean down, and graze my teeth over her exposed neck.

The music is loud, but with my mouth this close to her throat, I can hear her moan.

One of her hands goes over mine, securing my hold on her. The other hand reaches up and grabs a hold of my hair. Banshee grabs tighter than would be comfortable, for a normal person. But me... I love it. She gives it an extra tug as she grinds her ass back against my erection.

“Hi, Sebastian.” Her voice is husky.

A low sound gets trapped in my chest. I love that she knows me by feel.

“Hi, Banshee.”

The song changes, and Meghan leans harder into me as she moves to the beat. The heels she’s wearing make her taller, but she still only comes up to my chin. From my position behind her, with her pressed up against me, I have a perfect view straight down the front of her dress. This dress, her tits... it’s so sinful I’m prepared to die a happy man if I can just get my face there.

With every sway and shake of her hips, her breasts rise and jiggle and bounce. Every movement is a combination of torture and pleasure. And I don’t know if I’ve ever been more turned on.

Then she spins to face me.

Face-to-face, Meghan places her hands on my abs and slowly runs them up, over my chest, and around my neck. I bend my knees slightly, so she can clasp her hands together.

Taking advantage of my new position, she straddles my leg. And grinds.

Fucking hell.

I grip her lower back, holding her tightly against me.

I can feel the heat of her core on my thigh.

I can feel her soft, heavy breasts pressed against me.

I slide my hands down until I’m cupping her ass.

We rock together like this for a few minutes, bringing me closer to insanity.

Goddamnit. I can’t take it anymore. I need to be inside her.

“Follow me,” I growl into her ear.

I don’t give her a chance to question me or turn me down. I grab her hand and drag her through the crowd. Luckily, the place is still packed, so no one notices the obvious erection tenting the front of my pants. But time for embarrassment has passed. I’m on a mission.

We find our way to the back of the club, down the hallway with bathrooms, down another hallway, and out a back door.

I don’t have a plan beyond getting us out of here. I’ll find a way back to the main road where we can order a Lyft back to my place. I don’t know how I’ll make it through the car ride, but I gotta get her alone.

The door closes behind us, but it doesn’t click shut. Someone who works here must use this for smoke breaks.

I hear people to the right, so I turn to the left, taking us deeper into the alley. We make it past a pile of crates before Meghan tugs on my hand. I ignore her, tightening my grip, and I hear her giggle.

“Sebastian!” she whisper-shouts my name.

I turn to face her and the smile on her beautiful face snaps the last cord holding me together.

I step forward and slam my lips to hers. I don’t finesse my way in. I push my tongue into her mouth and claim her the way I wanted to on the dance floor. Banshee calls my kiss and raises me two hands fisted in the front of my shirt.

I feel frantic.

One of my hands goes to her hair, wrapping a handful around my fist. I tug hard enough to tip her head back, and she groans in pleasure. Seems like I’m not the only one who enjoys a touch of pain. And fuck that’s hot.

My free hand cups one of her generous tits, squeezing.

“Damn, Baby. You feel so good… ” I growl into her mouth.

Banshee bites my lip. Hard. “Don’t call me Baby.”

“Fuck - ” I groan.

I walk us back until Meghan’s against the alley wall, between two stacks of empty pallets. The stacks are taller than I am, but we’re only hidden so long as no one walks past.

I still don’t have a plan, but I need these out. I pull down on the front of her dress, until both her breasts are exposed. She’s wearing a completely see through red lace bra. It’s not doing much to hold her in place, but it is making me want to taste her. And I’m past the point of self-control.

I bend down and close my lips over one of her already hard nipples. Meghan gasps and digs her nails into my neck. While I lick and suck, I move a hand to pinch at her other peak.

“Oh shit… I… Holyfuck...” Banshee’s words are starting to slur together.

Letting go of her hair, I reach down and slide my fingers up her inner thigh. I can feel her legs tremble. Just before I reach the sweet spot between her legs, I bite down on the nipple that’s still in my mouth. As she pulls in a shocked breath, I move my hand up and firmly palm her pussy.

“Sebastian!”

She doesn’t come, but I can feel her clench against my hand.

She’s close. So fucking close. And I need to have her.

I step back, removing both my hands from her.

Meghan looks up at me in shock. “You motherfucker. If you think you can work me up like that and walk…”

Now she sees it.

The condom in my hand.

Her words cut off, and her mouth falls open as I unzip my jeans and pull out my rock-hard cock. My eyes stay on her, as her eyes stay on my dick as I rip open the package and slowly roll the condom on.

“Turn around.” I growl.

She doesn’t listen.

She’s still staring at my dick. I grip the base and squeeze.

“Banshee.” She looks up and meets my eyes. “Turn around. Hands on the wall.”

She listens.

I step up behind her and pull her panties down. They’re red lace just like her bra.

I guide her as she steps out of them.

Standing, I slide them into my pocket. These are mine now.

Grabbing the hem of her dress, I bunch it up around her waist, exposing her perfectly round ass. With her hands on the wall, she’s slightly bent over, and I can see the glistening wetness on her pussy from here.

I keep a hand on her lower back, holding up the dress. The other holds my cock, and I run it along her wet lips.

We let out matching moans at the contact.

“Feet together.”

“What?” She glances over her shoulder at me.

“Feet.” I use one foot to tap the outside of hers. “Together.”

She does as I say and I bring my body closer to hers.

“But..”

Her question turns into a scream when I bury myself inside her, with one hard thrust.

Fuck.

She’s hot. And slick. And oh so fucking tight.

I mold my body over hers, allowing her a moment to adjust.

Just a moment.

Then I start moving.