Iron

"Hey, stranger. Haven't seen you around here before."

Jacob looked up as she slid into the booth across from him, folding her thin arms on the table and bending over; he can see the edges of her bra under her low-cut tank-top. Smirking at him, she propped her face on one hand. "Then again, it's been awhile since I've been here myself. I'm Ashley."

Giving her a smile of his own, Jacob shook the proffered hand. "Hello, Ashley," he said smoothly with a wink. "I'm Jacob."

She's not really his type. He preferred busty blondes, coy and sexy and just plain fun in the sack; and yet, there's something about her smoky charm that's pushing all his buttons. Even her hair's not the turn off it should be; honey brown, but tied up in braids and dreds, scattered through with charms.

Idly, he wondered what they sounded like when she was being fucked.

"Hey, Jacob," she purred, blue eyes sparkling. "You got any plans tonight?"

He pretended to think about it, but they both knew the answer. "Nah," he drawled. "I've gotta confess that I'm all on my lonesome tonight. Why; you offering?" It's a little forward, but he didn't think that she'd mind.

She didn't. "Yeah, I think I am," she said. "Wanna?" She jerked her head towards the door, eyebrow arched, smirking.

He shrugged, "Sure," and lifted his bottle to finish it. She caught his hand, pulled it across the table as she bent over. Not breaking eye contact, she wrapped her lips around the mouth of the bottle and tilted it up, chugging the last of the beer. Releasing it with a wet 'pop', she licked the rim once before letting go; his hand hovered in the air, quivering, then slammed the now empty bottle onto the table.

"Let's go," she said softly, sliding out of the seat as smoothly as she had slid in, taking his hand and leading him out of the smoky establishment. Once outside, though, he took over, pulling her to the nearest alleyway and slamming her into the wall.

She didn't even flinch.

"Christ, you do that bottle thing to all the guys you meet?" he asked, hands already under her shirt, pressing over her bra. "'Cause shit, babe, it's a fuckin' home-runner."

She laughed, high and breathy; her arms flung over his shoulders, pulling him closer. "Sometimes. Don't like to wear it out. I take it you liked?"

"Baby, I liked it enough that I'm fucking ready to go right the fuck now. You got anything?" If she didn't, Jacob figured he had a spare condom somewhere. Just would be easier, all in all, if she had something.

"Yeah. Here." She slapped the packet into his hand, working her pants one handed. "Hurry it up, yeah? Getting arrested for indecent exposure isn't exactly how I see this going." Jeans around her ankles, she got to work on his. Between the two of them, they got everything out of the way enough and him covered.

Scooping her up under her arms, he braced her against the wall. "Shit, this might hurt. Brick," he warned her before thrusting in, shoving her higher against the wall.

Letting out a high-pitched noise, Ashley laughed. "Trust me," she said breathlessly, wrapping her arms around his head. "It's not gonna bother me."

"Whatever." Jacob was done talking. Pulling out a bit, he slammed back in, rocking her back against the brick. Again and again, each time pulling a grunt from him and a choking gasp from her. Her nails dug in sharp and dirty in his scalp, pinpoints of pain skirting along the pleasure. When she keened and arched back, shaking around him, Jacob groaned and slammed a hand against the wall beside her.

Panting harshly, they managed to make it to the ground on their own two feet, collapsed together against the wall. After a few moments, Ashley started shoving at him.

"Move. Off!" Wiggling out from under him--man, she was all sinewy--she ran a hand through her hair and quickly pulled herself together. "Man, that was fun. I'll have to remember you," she said, giving him a wink. "Until then."

She walked off, leaving Jacob still slouched against the wall. "Damn," he muttered to himself, peeling off the used condom and flinging it down the alley. "That was epic." Giving himself one last good shake, he walked back into the bar for another beer.

Peeking into the darkened apartment, Liz crept silently inside. Weaving around the scattering of children's toys and books, she made her way to the room on the right.

Inside, she smiled, looking down at her son snoring quietly in their bed. Lying on the floor beside him, Liz shut her eyes and fell asleep, mentally noting to clean the abrasions on her back in the morning. Who knew what was on those walls.

AN: Written 08.05.11
....Hey look: it's porn. Straight porn. Excuse me, it still hasn't quite sunken in. My first porn in a year, and it's het. On the other hand, it's wall sex. Which is always good.

Dedicated to San, cause she kinda-sorta dared me to write porn (I am waiting for that porn, you!), but also to Jes 'cause she's been bugging me for porn.

Liz's pseudonym's full name is Ashley Campbell. Why? I'll let you figure that out.

Cheers.