Whatever She Wants

Outside, Ben led me down to the corner, and then down the alley beside the bar. It was dimly lit but seemed fairly clean, free of clutter or trash. Once we were a good distance from the street, he stopped suddenly and tugged on my hand until I was flush against him.

He kissed me again deeply, pushing me back against the wall, and resumed groping me through my panties before pushing them aside.

He took his time and slowly rubbed his fingers along my slit. I moaned into the kiss and spread my legs a bit for him. Then, wanting more friction, I hooked one leg around his waist.

“Fuck,” Ben grumbled against my lips, suddenly sliding two fingers deep inside of me.

I gasped, then moaned, squeezing around him while holding onto his shoulders.

“You’re so fucking wet,” Ben rasped, his breath hot against my neck as he kissed and nibbled on my skin.

I moaned louder, my fingers combing through his hair and tugging as his fingers pumped in and out of me. “That feels so good.”

“You’re turned on thinking about sucking a stranger’s cock outside the club while your boyfriend watches?”

I turned my gaze to the top of the alley where, sure enough, Jordan stood keeping watch. I sighed and moaned, arching my body further into Ben’s. “Yesss,” I hissed. “I like that a lot.”

Ben cursed again. “I’m so fucking hard right now. You’re turning me on so fucking much.”

I reached down between our bodies to feel him through the front of his jeans, my hand easily finding the bulge of his thick, hard cock. I imagined what that cock could do to me and moaned as I started rubbing him, squeezing my hand around him. “That feels really nice.”

With a groan, Ben kissed me again and turned us around so that he was leaning back against the wall, and I was in front of him. “Get down on your knees,” he commanded, pushing down on my shoulders.

I crouched down in front of him, pressing on his thighs for support so I wouldn’t have to kneel on the pavement. I was still feeling a little unsure but pushed myself to let go, reminding myself that this was what I’d been wanting and thinking about for a long time.

I resumed rubbing him through his jeans, then looked up at him. “Tell me what you want.”

“Unzip my pants and pull my cock out,” Ben ordered, not missing a beat.

So I did. I unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans, then reached inside his briefs to pull him out. He grew harder and thicker the moment my fingers met his length, and I started stroking him right away, looking up and awaiting my next command.

“Fuck,” Ben muttered, his head rolling back. “That’s so fucking hot!”

“What should I do next?” I prompted, stroking him in front of my face. Leaning closer, I let my mouth hang open a bit and licked my lips to get ready.

“I want to feel your mouth on me.”

Without hesitation, I started sucking him, encouraged by his curses and groans. I brought his hand to the back of my head and pushed on it, encouraging him to pull me onto his cock how he wanted.

Ben growled and held my head. He thrust into my mouth and I gagged a little as his length touched the back of my throat.

A sharp whistle interrupted us.

Ben cursed and pulled back right away. Breathing hard, he adjusted himself and fixed his pants.

I stood and looked down to the end of the alley to see there was still only Jordan there. He must’ve been giving us a heads-up that others might come by.

Ben seemed a little thrown off again, but he calmed down, letting out a breath. “That was really fucking hot.”

I grinned and agreed.

We started walking back out of the alley, approaching Jordan. “Everything okay?” he asked, looking directly at me.

“Yeah,” I nodded, blushing again, feeling the intensity of his gaze. I felt awkwardly obliged to introduce them, so I did. “This is Ben. Ben, this is Jordan.”

Ben held out his hand while Jordan defaulted to a head nod, but he adjusted and shook Ben’s hand when it was offered.

Ben’s phone chimed. “Shit, my buddies are wondering where I ran off to,” he said to me with the hint of a smile. “I’m gonna go check back in with them. Do you want to meet back over by the bar in a few minutes? I owe you guys a drink.”

“Sure,” I eagerly agreed. I wanted to check in with Jordan. And despite the awkwardness, I was encouraged that Ben still wanted to hang around.

When he left to head back into the bar, I turned to Jordan. “Do you want to go back in?”

“Yeah, in a minute,” he replied.

I couldn’t quite read the look on his face, so I was a little nervous to hear what he was thinking. I took a step toward him hesitantly. “Is everything okay?”

He just looked back at me for a couple of moments, clearly deciding how he should answer. “I think so,” he said then. “I don’t know. I think I’m still processing everything.”

“You know we can just leave if you want. I didn’t mean to agree for both of us.”

“No, it’s…it’s fine.”

“Are you sure?”

Again, Jordan didn’t respond right away. I could feel my anxiety building, with a lump in my throat and rising tension in my shoulders.

But then suddenly he was grabbing me by my hips and pulling me into him, kissing me deeply and squeezing my ass, holding and grinding himself against me so that I could feel how hard he was.

I felt like I was melting into him, moaning and practically whimpering in his arms as he sucked on my bottom lip and my tongue.

After what could’ve been twenty seconds or ten minutes, Jordan forced himself back just enough to speak into my ear. “I didn’t know how hot it would be, seeing another guy wanting you like that.”

I grinned and sighed, feeling the heat rising yet again. Wanting to encourage this line of thinking, I asked, “Which parts turned you on?

“You looked so fucking sexy dancing with him. I felt so jealous, like I wanted to take over and make you cum right on that fucking dance floor,” Jordan admitted.

“On your fingers or your cock?”

“Fuck. Both.”

I sighed and kissed him again. “It turned me on so much to know you were watching me with him.”

Jordan pulled back and seemed to look right into me. “Is that what you want?”

I stared back at him, feeling the uncertainty between us. This was new territory, and I still didn’t really know where he stood. But the fact he was even asking me these questions was a good sign. Still, I needed to reassure him that he was my priority. “Only if you do. I want you more.”

He looked back at me, contemplating. Then he was pushing me up against the side of the building, groping me desperately, ravaging me with his hands and mouth. I gasped as I felt him push his hand between my legs, drag my panties aside, and slide his fingers into me, feeling how wet Ben had made me.

I pulled back to look at him. The desperate look in his eyes and how far he was taking this physically, right there on the sidewalk outside of the club, was really turning me on. I surprised myself by how tempted I was to see how it all played out.

“You’re so wet,” he noted, curling his fingers inside of me a bit more before looking around. Remembering himself, he pulled back, forcing himself to hold on to some control. “I felt so fucking jealous watching you suck his cock,” he added.

I breathed out something between a sigh and a moan. “I wasn’t sure I wanted to do it until I imagined doing it with you. Then, knowing you’d be watching and might imagine it that way too made me decide to just go for it.”

“Fuck!” Jordan cursed, squeezing his fingertips into my hips and pressing me back against the wall. “Of course I fucking thought about you doing that with me instead. I want that so fucking much.”

I pulled him back into another kiss, holding him there against me. “Are you sure you don’t want to just leave, then?” I asked into his ear, biting his earlobe and then sucking on it.

Jordan groaned and pulled back to look at me. “No, it’s okay. Let’s go back to the bar.”

I pulled back the rest of the way. “Are you sure?”

Jordan was practically grinding against me still, squeezing handfuls of my hips and ass. “You should invite him back to the hotel with us,” he suggested then.

I must’ve looked surprised by the suggestion, but it was Jordan who initiated this entire thing in the first place, hanging back at the bar and giving Ben a chance to flirt with me. “Really?” I asked.

Jordan shrugged, suddenly casual, as if I’d suggested picking up a pizza to bring home with us. “If you’re sure about this guy. I’m sure we could easily find someone who might be a little more cool about everything if we keep looking.”

I laughed at the turn our conversation was taking. “I’m sure it’s normal not to respond well when you’re flirting with a girl, only to be told you’re doing it wrong by some other guy who is watching your every move,” I reasoned.

Jordan just shrugged. “Well, having someone like you actually willing to suck his dick in an alley should more than make up for all of that.”

I blushed, feeling a blow from Jordan’s words, and my smile faded. Something about the way he spit out the words made me feel judged for what I’d done.

He seemed to pick up on that, knowing he had taken things too far. “Sorry,” he said.

I shrugged it off and changed the subject. “Do you still want to go in for another drink?”

Jordan nodded, evidently sensing he’d crossed a line. He leaned in to kiss me, then squeezed my ass again. “Yeah, sure.”