She could use the excuse she's drunk herself, but at most, she's barely tipsy. This isn't alcohol on parade here. It's all Angela and her terrible behavior. It's what's making her press forward into him first, and then into his hand on her ass. His hum is what breaks her out, though, and she pulls back just enough to break the kiss, just a bit breathless.
"Easy, tiger. You still haven't told me what you want." She has an idea that's beginning to be a little more obvious, but she never took him for that kind of person before so she doesn't push it forward any. Or better yet, she doesn't want to get her hopes up.
He will if he has to. It's not like Jimmy has any shame. Frankly, he's willing to do or say just about anything, if it seems like a good idea at the time, and if it feels good. That's how he gets into so much trouble, after all. Does this really count as trouble, though? She seems perfectly willing to indulge him.
"If I gotta tell you..." She may have broken the kiss, but that doesn't mean he can't lean forward again and punctuate his words with little kisses at her neck, and a particularly lingering squeeze on her ass, "Would you be really fuckin' offended if I told you I wanted to fuck you right here, right now?"
There's something in the way he says that, all rough and aggressive, that makes a shiver run down her spine. Still, she smiles a little mischievously, knowing that her idea was right on track. They're a perfect pair; she's kinky as hell and he's practically willing to follow along with her on anything. The only surprise is that he's the one to come up with the idea at first.
"You'll have to do a lot more than that to offend me." Angela smirks up at him, knowing damn well they're pretty much out in the open, but it's too tempting of a thought to give up. Being fucked right here, up against the wall, trying her best not to make any noise... it's a wonder she hasn't already jumped him first, though her hand is already sliding lower on a start to things. "You better not be drunk and just talking bullshit."
"When have you ever known me to talk bullshit about that kinda thing?"
There're times he does talk bullshit, sure. He's pretty great at talking big and trying to impress people. But when it comes to sex and the propositions related to sex, he's usually blunt. That bluntness has failed him in the past, but it seems to work well with Angela, who appreciates his direct approach.
"Besides, I've only had two drinks tonight."
And it'd take a lot more to get him drunk. The fact that they're practically out in the open doesn't stop him from sliding his hands to the bottom of her skirt, and then sliding his hands up under it, to get a handful of bare skin.
"You do know we can get caught right?" Not that she actually cares. The thrill of getting caught is the whole point, she thinks. And the feel of his hands warm on her skin adds to that. Everybody is far too involved in socializing and the rest of the festivities to pay them any mind and the corner is far enough to be hidden away from anybody who isn't specifically looking there.
Angela bites her lip in anticipation, teeth scraping across her lipstick, or what's left of it after kissing him. Oh hell, it's already ruined and he's just arousing her more than she naturally is, so it doesn't take much more for her to yank him closer by the front of his shirt, kissing him like he's threatened to leave her here and wanting.
Jimmy's not a fan of caution, and he's been caught before. It's never bothered him too much, even if he does now take a couple more precautions to get caught less often. He's always going to be a risk-taker, there's no two ways about it, and he feels absurdly lucky, somehow, that Angela's willing and eager to go along with it. No way would he have tried to talk her into it if she weren't obviously interested, but from the way she's yanking him close and kissing him again, with more fervor this time, she's definitely interested.
He takes a couple steps forward, pressing her back against the wall a little, nibbling at her lower lip as he does so. Now she's up against the wall, it doesn't take a whole lot of guessing to figure out just what he'd like to do to her there. He's already so damn aroused, she can probably feel it just from the way he's rubbing his hips against hers a little.
She can definitely feel him and her only surprise is that she didn't feel him so hard against her a few seconds before. But that's nothing to think about at a time like this, where time is of the essence and there's no room for playing around. There's no time for teasing either, not with Angela dropping her glass right from her hand so she's free to unzip Jimmy's pants, untucking him from his underwear.
Thank god the floor underneath them is carpeted to the point where the flute bounces and rolls away instead of shattering and bringing attention to the two people fooling around in the corner.
At any other time, Jimmy might take the opportunity to tease her, to go as slowly as possible and make her squirm with frustration, but this isn't the place for that, as much fun as it might be. There's a certain element of speed required for this kind of thing, as he's learned from his previous experiences doing things like this in public, so when his hands slide further up, they're doing so for the purpose of tugging down or tugging aside her underwear, whichever's easier. Not for the first time tonight, he's grateful that she's wearing a skirt.
When she drops the glass, he leans in and kisses her again, his breathing already heavy just from the excitement of being in public and the fact that she's unzipped his pants, and his fingers slide between her legs, rubbing, trying to gauge just how aroused she already is.
He'll find her wet and slick, more so than usual from the excitement and promise of pleasure so openly in the public. And she can't help but moan into his mouth when his fingertips brush up against her clit, the sensation making her jump. Even though she's not planning to tease him--how lucky is he--she runs her hand along his cock, thumbing the very tip of it, where she finds it a bit slick already.
The urge to have him slide inside her is too much, but Angela breaks the kiss again because there's something that crosses her mind. "Wait, Jimmy, wait... Condom." Though they've gone on before without protection, this'll be messy and she does have to be here for the rest of the night. As enticing as the idea of holding a part of him inside her, tucked away from unknowing eyes, that's something to explore another time and in a less expensive outfit.
He's glad she reminded him, because frankly, he wasn't exactly thinking of it. Maybe it was just the fact that he was way too busy touching her and being touched -- and he has to stifle a groan against her mouth when she runs her hand across his cock like that -- but his mind was entirely elsewhere. When she breaks this kiss, though, he nods, and hurriedly reaches for his wallet, fumbling for a condom. Good thing he always shows up prepared for anything, right?
There's more teasing he could do, more drawing this out longer, but right now he's too busy getting the condom on as quickly as he can, so that his hands can go back to her, so that he can get the angle just right for sliding into her, trying desperately to keep from making too much noise.
Better him than her because her stash of condoms is inside her purse and that's in another room entirely. Too far to stop and go find one, really.
Problem solved, she leans her shoulders back against the wall and juts her hips out, helping him slide inside her oh so easily. It's hard to not sigh out his name when she feels him stretching her, not when she's usually so vocal, and it's only prevented from her biting her lip again, this time hard enough to tinge the thin skin there red. From here, she can't throw her hips back at him, speeding things up with her impatience, so she whispers for him to move. Now. Don't make her wait.
He has no intention of making her wait. That'd just torture the both of them, and while that can be a whole lot of fun in other situations, in situations when they're at home and there's a bed to luxuriate on, that's not the plan here. No, seeing the way she's biting her lip, hearing the way she whispers for him to move, there's no way he can possibly deny her. The pace he sets isn't slow, either -- he's trying to resist slamming her into the wall, but it's hard, and he has to brace one hand agains the wall to stop from being just a little too rough.
When normally he'd be cursing loudly, his voice is just a whisper, but that doesn't change the fact that it's the same babble of swearing as it always is.
There's almost nothing as too rough with her. She likes it right on the edge of pain and pleasure, feeling her hips ache an hour later, the next day, that well and thoroughly fucked feeling. Angela knows she's not going to get the full treatment here, but with the way he's pounding into her, back up along the wall, the party still raging on behind him, she doesn't even mind.
She chuckles at how he still can't keep his mouth shut even at a time like this and it's likewise for her. It just feels too good to stay quiet and biting her own lip isn't going to help much longer. Dropping her head against his shoulder, pressing her mouth to his throat at least muffles each and every moan driven out of her.
If they weren't at the party, he'd be a hell of a lot more talkative, but then, if they weren't at the party, this might not be nearly so exciting. Sure, he's never going to turn down the chance to fuck her up against a wall like this, but the enjoyment he gets from it is just amplified by the fact that someone could come around the corner at any minute and see what they're doing. He wonders how he'd respond if they did, and the idea of it makes him quicken his pace just a little, spurred along by the thought of someone watching them.
Her head is against his shoulder, so his own head drops to bury his face in her hair, because that's a lot more effective of a way to silence himself than willpower alone. And even still, he's swearing like crazy, it's now just being mumbled against her hair.
She can't hear him anymore over the thrum of her pulse in her ears. She can definitely feel when he picks up the pace and her arm comes up and over his shoulder, nails digging into his back as she tries some way to get him deeper. Somebody walks only a few feet away from them, but they're too drunk to notice Jimmy's hips working away in the corner and Angela's too busy curling her leg around his waist. The move drives him in, pushing him against that sweet spot inside her, sweeping her up in the sensation.
Fuck it. Let them catch them indeed. Then she can make them jealous with what everybody else is missing out on.
When she curls her leg around his waist and when her nails dig in, he's encouraged to move even closer still, bumping her against the wall none too gracefully as he thrusts into her as deeply as he can, biting off a nearly-shouted curse. Sure, people might assume that, given the noise of the party, someone swearing loudly wouldn't be noticeable, but he's not stupid enough to take the chance of having this interrupted. People can watch if they want, but he doesn't want anyone trying to break it up.
With the pace he's setting and how hard he's breathing, it's probably pretty obvious that he doesn't think he's going to last that long, anyway. This wasn't meant to be drawn out and sweet, it was meant to be quick and dirty, and that's what he's giving her with every movement of his body.
That'll leave a bruise across her shoulders, and it'll probably show up later through the cutout of her dress, but it's well earned and something she'll be secretly content with the way she got it.
Some other time she can hold herself off, enjoy the ride to the end as much as she actually loves the end, but not now. She's too far gone with the buzz from being so brazen about this, knowing it's just a matter of time before somebody finds a reason to come back here and comes up on them, and it doesn't take much more of him thrusting before she clenches around him, fingers twisting the back of his shirt around themselves, and groaning from deep inside herself.
He's trying hard not to leave marks, not to make too much noise, not to catch anyone's attention, but at a certain point, he has to throw caution to the wind, and that point comes when she's grabbing the back of his shirt and groaning like that, when he can feel her every movement. Instead of muffling his own cursing and groaning in her hair, he lifts his head and squeezes his eyes shut, letting out an "Oh, fuck, Angela."
He's so close to the edge himself, not looking around them for anyone who might be close by, and although several people walk by, not too far from their secluded corner, he ignores them entirely.
It's by sheer luck no one hears him. He's too loud--that mouth of his will always get someone in trouble--and only kissing him will put a stop to it. It's a punishment she enjoys doling out.
With her fingers tangled in his hair, she pulls it just enough in the way he likes it, urging him to find his release before anybody else walks by and is sober enough to pay attention this time.
Somehow, he manages to keep quiet as he keeps moving, and that orgasm finally hits him, quick and sudden, almost taking him by surprise, but that's probably due to the fact that she's kissing him, as much as anything else, because he knows that if his mouth were free, he'd very likely be shouting right about now. As it is, he's gripping onto anything he can find, which includes her hip, one hand braced against the wall, practically shaking as the sensations wash over him, trying desperately not to cry out.
Damn, but this was a good idea. It's only encouraged him to try it more often.
She keeps her mouth against his, tongue curling along his lips, until she's sure those are the last few shivers along his body. Well, that and she's really enjoying the control she has over his mouth for once. But she's got to let him breathe at some point, so Angela leans back, peppering his lips with a few more kisses, short and sweet.
"You good?" She's just as breathless as he is and her face is flushed red. There's no way she'll be able to hide their shenanigans for the next few minutes and Angela isn't going to even try.
Good is an understatement, from just how much he's grinning. Fantastic would really be more like it, and he's not willing to pull away from her entirely just yet. Anyone walking by might just think they're embracing now, right? Probably not, but he can imagine whatever he wants, for having the excuse of staying physically close to her for a longer amount of time.
Both feet are on the ground now, but her hands are still on him, straightening out his shirt and just taking advantage of the moment to touch him. Not like he'll deny her that. And for now, yes, they do look like a couple just canoodling in the corner and not a couple of horndogs who are bad influences on each other. Without looking closely, they won't see his still open fly or her skirt still hiked up higher than it should be.
They'll probably see the condom wrapper and the glass still on the floor, but really, that's just thinking about other non-important things at the moment.
"Jesus, Jimmy," she laughs, playfully shoving him away so she can move to fix her own clothes and hair. "You just got off and already you're thinking about doing it again?" Not that he's the only one here thinking about it; Angela has to tease him about it sometime. Why not now?
"Can you really blame me? I'm young, I got all kinds of stamina. 'n you're pretty goddamned attractive."
At least he's honest, even if he isn't always the most eloquent of guys. "Frankly," he continues, stroking her cheek in a surprisingly gentle fashion, considering how quick and rough he'd been just moments before, "I'm kinda surprised you were that into it. A lotta people would've told me to save it for later."
But then, Angela's not like anyone else that he's met, and he likes it that way. She's usually the one coming up with new things to try, after all.
The sex is fantastic, no doubt about that, but as quiet as it's kept, Angela likes the comedown from it. He's definitely a cuddler and she likes that, and she enjoys how he never ever stops touching her. A girl could get used to this.
She purses her lips, failing to look the least bit angelic at his surprise to her kinky side. "I'm not a lot of people and I have a lot more tricks up my sleeve."
With that, she dips down out of the space between him and the wall, slapping his ass when she reaches the other side of him.
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"Easy, tiger. You still haven't told me what you want." She has an idea that's beginning to be a little more obvious, but she never took him for that kind of person before so she doesn't push it forward any. Or better yet, she doesn't want to get her hopes up.
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He will if he has to. It's not like Jimmy has any shame. Frankly, he's willing to do or say just about anything, if it seems like a good idea at the time, and if it feels good. That's how he gets into so much trouble, after all. Does this really count as trouble, though? She seems perfectly willing to indulge him.
"If I gotta tell you..." She may have broken the kiss, but that doesn't mean he can't lean forward again and punctuate his words with little kisses at her neck, and a particularly lingering squeeze on her ass, "Would you be really fuckin' offended if I told you I wanted to fuck you right here, right now?"
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"You'll have to do a lot more than that to offend me." Angela smirks up at him, knowing damn well they're pretty much out in the open, but it's too tempting of a thought to give up. Being fucked right here, up against the wall, trying her best not to make any noise... it's a wonder she hasn't already jumped him first, though her hand is already sliding lower on a start to things. "You better not be drunk and just talking bullshit."
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There're times he does talk bullshit, sure. He's pretty great at talking big and trying to impress people. But when it comes to sex and the propositions related to sex, he's usually blunt. That bluntness has failed him in the past, but it seems to work well with Angela, who appreciates his direct approach.
"Besides, I've only had two drinks tonight."
And it'd take a lot more to get him drunk. The fact that they're practically out in the open doesn't stop him from sliding his hands to the bottom of her skirt, and then sliding his hands up under it, to get a handful of bare skin.
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Angela bites her lip in anticipation, teeth scraping across her lipstick, or what's left of it after kissing him. Oh hell, it's already ruined and he's just arousing her more than she naturally is, so it doesn't take much more for her to yank him closer by the front of his shirt, kissing him like he's threatened to leave her here and wanting.
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Jimmy's not a fan of caution, and he's been caught before. It's never bothered him too much, even if he does now take a couple more precautions to get caught less often. He's always going to be a risk-taker, there's no two ways about it, and he feels absurdly lucky, somehow, that Angela's willing and eager to go along with it. No way would he have tried to talk her into it if she weren't obviously interested, but from the way she's yanking him close and kissing him again, with more fervor this time, she's definitely interested.
He takes a couple steps forward, pressing her back against the wall a little, nibbling at her lower lip as he does so. Now she's up against the wall, it doesn't take a whole lot of guessing to figure out just what he'd like to do to her there. He's already so damn aroused, she can probably feel it just from the way he's rubbing his hips against hers a little.
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Thank god the floor underneath them is carpeted to the point where the flute bounces and rolls away instead of shattering and bringing attention to the two people fooling around in the corner.
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When she drops the glass, he leans in and kisses her again, his breathing already heavy just from the excitement of being in public and the fact that she's unzipped his pants, and his fingers slide between her legs, rubbing, trying to gauge just how aroused she already is.
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The urge to have him slide inside her is too much, but Angela breaks the kiss again because there's something that crosses her mind. "Wait, Jimmy, wait... Condom." Though they've gone on before without protection, this'll be messy and she does have to be here for the rest of the night. As enticing as the idea of holding a part of him inside her, tucked away from unknowing eyes, that's something to explore another time and in a less expensive outfit.
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There's more teasing he could do, more drawing this out longer, but right now he's too busy getting the condom on as quickly as he can, so that his hands can go back to her, so that he can get the angle just right for sliding into her, trying desperately to keep from making too much noise.
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Problem solved, she leans her shoulders back against the wall and juts her hips out, helping him slide inside her oh so easily. It's hard to not sigh out his name when she feels him stretching her, not when she's usually so vocal, and it's only prevented from her biting her lip again, this time hard enough to tinge the thin skin there red. From here, she can't throw her hips back at him, speeding things up with her impatience, so she whispers for him to move. Now. Don't make her wait.
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When normally he'd be cursing loudly, his voice is just a whisper, but that doesn't change the fact that it's the same babble of swearing as it always is.
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She chuckles at how he still can't keep his mouth shut even at a time like this and it's likewise for her. It just feels too good to stay quiet and biting her own lip isn't going to help much longer. Dropping her head against his shoulder, pressing her mouth to his throat at least muffles each and every moan driven out of her.
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Her head is against his shoulder, so his own head drops to bury his face in her hair, because that's a lot more effective of a way to silence himself than willpower alone. And even still, he's swearing like crazy, it's now just being mumbled against her hair.
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Fuck it. Let them catch them indeed. Then she can make them jealous with what everybody else is missing out on.
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With the pace he's setting and how hard he's breathing, it's probably pretty obvious that he doesn't think he's going to last that long, anyway. This wasn't meant to be drawn out and sweet, it was meant to be quick and dirty, and that's what he's giving her with every movement of his body.
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Some other time she can hold herself off, enjoy the ride to the end as much as she actually loves the end, but not now. She's too far gone with the buzz from being so brazen about this, knowing it's just a matter of time before somebody finds a reason to come back here and comes up on them, and it doesn't take much more of him thrusting before she clenches around him, fingers twisting the back of his shirt around themselves, and groaning from deep inside herself.
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He's so close to the edge himself, not looking around them for anyone who might be close by, and although several people walk by, not too far from their secluded corner, he ignores them entirely.
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With her fingers tangled in his hair, she pulls it just enough in the way he likes it, urging him to find his release before anybody else walks by and is sober enough to pay attention this time.
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Damn, but this was a good idea. It's only encouraged him to try it more often.
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"You good?" She's just as breathless as he is and her face is flushed red. There's no way she'll be able to hide their shenanigans for the next few minutes and Angela isn't going to even try.
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Good is an understatement, from just how much he's grinning. Fantastic would really be more like it, and he's not willing to pull away from her entirely just yet. Anyone walking by might just think they're embracing now, right? Probably not, but he can imagine whatever he wants, for having the excuse of staying physically close to her for a longer amount of time.
"You good? We gotta do that again sometime."
Of course, he's already thinking of next time.
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They'll probably see the condom wrapper and the glass still on the floor, but really, that's just thinking about other non-important things at the moment.
"Jesus, Jimmy," she laughs, playfully shoving him away so she can move to fix her own clothes and hair. "You just got off and already you're thinking about doing it again?" Not that he's the only one here thinking about it; Angela has to tease him about it sometime. Why not now?
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At least he's honest, even if he isn't always the most eloquent of guys. "Frankly," he continues, stroking her cheek in a surprisingly gentle fashion, considering how quick and rough he'd been just moments before, "I'm kinda surprised you were that into it. A lotta people would've told me to save it for later."
But then, Angela's not like anyone else that he's met, and he likes it that way. She's usually the one coming up with new things to try, after all.
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The sex is fantastic, no doubt about that, but as quiet as it's kept, Angela likes the comedown from it. He's definitely a cuddler and she likes that, and she enjoys how he never ever stops touching her. A girl could get used to this.
She purses her lips, failing to look the least bit angelic at his surprise to her kinky side. "I'm not a lot of people and I have a lot more tricks up my sleeve."
With that, she dips down out of the space between him and the wall, slapping his ass when she reaches the other side of him.
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