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.
"Oh, definitely full of shit. It's one of my charms."
One among many, as far as he's concerned, but he's always been just a little too cocky for his own good. So far, it hasn't seemed to hurt his chances with Angela much, because she gives him just as much shit as he gives her, and he appreciates that. It isn't any fun if there isn't some insulting banter, after all.
"Believe me, I know you ain't a lotta people."
The slap on his ass just makes him grin, and then he gets to the work of straightening out his shirt and trying to look relatively normal. He'll probably need to slip into the bathroom for that, to get rid of the condom and to smooth his hair down, but the mess he looks right now is worth it for what he'd gotten out of it.
Once her hair is back in tact and she looks decent enough for public view, Angela reaches down for the wrapper and the glass, tucking the wrapper into one of Jimmy's pants pockets. No need to leave any clues behind, right? Angela knows that one thing.
"Hold on," she says, running her thumb across his lower lip, wiping off traces of her lipstick. There. Job done. "I have to go be social now before people start guessing correctly what I went off to do."
No complaints here, though, just a cocky smile to rival his.
"Okay," he says, nodding, "go have fun, 'n I'll see you later tonight."
And, oh yes, there's an eyebrow-waggle thrown in there entirely for her benefit, as though she'd have no idea at all what he was possibly referring to if he didn't make it crystal clear. With that, and another smile, he heads off towards the bathroom, humming contentedly. This party hadn't turned out so bad after all.
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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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One among many, as far as he's concerned, but he's always been just a little too cocky for his own good. So far, it hasn't seemed to hurt his chances with Angela much, because she gives him just as much shit as he gives her, and he appreciates that. It isn't any fun if there isn't some insulting banter, after all.
"Believe me, I know you ain't a lotta people."
The slap on his ass just makes him grin, and then he gets to the work of straightening out his shirt and trying to look relatively normal. He'll probably need to slip into the bathroom for that, to get rid of the condom and to smooth his hair down, but the mess he looks right now is worth it for what he'd gotten out of it.
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"Hold on," she says, running her thumb across his lower lip, wiping off traces of her lipstick. There. Job done. "I have to go be social now before people start guessing correctly what I went off to do."
No complaints here, though, just a cocky smile to rival his.
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And, oh yes, there's an eyebrow-waggle thrown in there entirely for her benefit, as though she'd have no idea at all what he was possibly referring to if he didn't make it crystal clear. With that, and another smile, he heads off towards the bathroom, humming contentedly. This party hadn't turned out so bad after all.