Blurry

Blurry
Chapter two

You could be my someone
You can be my scene
You know that I'll protect you
From all of the obscene
I wonder what you're doin'
Imagine where you are
Coz oceans in between us
But that's not very far
Blurry~~Puddle of Mudd

Lachlan Murchinson sighed unhappily as he stood at the counter of the coffee shop where he worked, his fingers firmly tangled in his brown hair. He whistled sulkily as he wiped the counter top, whimpering as the rain outside increased. Lachlan loved the rain. When it rained everyone flocked inside and he had the whole world to himself. He loved the big, fat dollops of cool, wet smoothness as the pattered down. He loved the cold. He loved the goose bumps skittering along his skin. He loved how his hair and his clothes stuck to his skin. He loved how any clothing at all stuck to flesh, silk especially. He found rain dangerously erotic. Sensual and smooth and it managed to get him off like nothing else. That's why he hated being stuck inside as it poured down outside. Well, he hated having a raging boner and being inside dry and warm. He looked around the empty coffee shop. He whimpered as the bell rang, indicating that a new customer had arrived, dreading the human contact when he was horny as fuck.
"You’re a very difficult person to find." Lachlan looked up. Blonde. Blue Eyes. Shortish. Remarkably flexible. He grinned happily.
"Margot." He dragged his eyes over her form, completely soaked from the rain. She rolled her eyes at him and he smiled innocently.
"Oh please." She murmured, dragging her fingers through her tangled hair.
"Coffee?" He asked. She shook her head, sending little droplets of rain around.
"No thanks."
"So, you were looking for me?"
"Yeah.” She said as she delicately settled herself down in one of the seats.
“How did you find me?” He asked as he began to wipe the counter down.
“My sister works at the club that is owned by her best friend’s family who are friends of your family.” Margot took a deep breath as she finished.
“Say what?” Lachlan looked confused and he leant forward. He winced as his erection bumped against the counter top.
“My sister knows a friend of yours. I don’t know what her name is because sometimes she gets called Luce and sometimes she gets called Frankie.”
“Lucrezia Francesca d’Abreau. But she prefers Francesca. Are you here for a reason?”
"Let's do it again." She proposed suddenly, looking at the floor. Lachlan grinned and vaulted over the counter and over to the door, locking it and hanging the temporarily closed sign up.
"Right, let's go." She raised an eyebrow at him as he gently pulled her outside, into the small alleyway behind the coffee shop. She looked at him skeptically as he pranced about in the rain, sending water flying as he splashed in the puddle.
"You okay?" She asked.
"I love the rain." He said sheepishly, as he stopped splashing in the puddles.
"I can tell." Margot gasped as she was suddenly pinned against a wall. She whimpered as he dragged his lips down her neck, gently nipping at her skin. She wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled him closer. He growled into her ear, a low, feral rough sound that caused her to arch forward into him. His hands clawed at her back, creeping up her shirt. He could hear the fabric rip beneath his hands and he sucked on her collarbone. Margot's teeth clamped down on her tongue as she felt his hips grind forward into her stomach. He was hard and firm and it was pushing her shirt up, forcing her to react as she wound her fingers in his hair, gently pulling his head away from her collarbone. She slid down and crouched in front of him. He pressed his palms against the wall of the alley as his pants and boxers slid down to his ankles, gently taking him into her mouth. He whimpered, his knuckles grazing the bricks as he dug his fingernails into the soft flesh of his palm.
"Christ." He murmured as she suppressed her gag reflex and deep-throated him, the muscles in the back of her throat clenching down. Lachlan came with another feral growl and he rested his head on the bricks, willing his super-heated flesh to cool. He could feel the cool rain on his backside and he heard thunder in the distance. He turned his head up to the cloudy sky and opened his mouth, letting cool water drift in, his temperature lowering.
"It really is the rain." Margot remarked as she stood, pulling him and his fresh erection towards her, his eyes lowering to hers as he snapped back to reality.
"Primarily yes." He answered bashfully.
"Fuck me. Hard." She whispered into his ear as she jumped a little, causing him to wrap one arm around her stomach, the other lowering to her buttocks to support him.
"Sure." He murmured happily, as she wiggled out of her pants. The sex was rough and hard and she was constantly murmuring harder into his ear as he pressed her roughly against the wall. Lachlan came first and he had to snake his hand down to thumb her clit in order for her to come as well. It was like watching glass shatter as Lachlan pinched her clit, her face going from concentrated to something like pain, to pure happiness. She slumped forward and rested her head on his shoulder, right next to her ear.
"I'm pregnant." She murmured, barely heard over the rain.
"You sure." He whispered into her ear, his hands on her lower back to hold her up.
"Yeah. I always used protection with my boyfriend." Lachlan buried his teeth into the soft flesh surrounding her jugular vein, as he mulled over what to do before finally speaking.
"I have first dibs on naming it."