Free Brando 2 by J.D. Hawkins

wait?”
    “Fuck
no,” I
say, standing up out of my seat and pushing her against the box
railing.
    I
grab her arm and spin her around, then pull her ass up against me, my
hand on her breasts, pinching and pulling. I rip my fly apart so
violently I almost break the zipper, and then grasp around in my
pockets for a condom while the next song starts. It’s
a dirty, sex-fueled song, an urban beat with a thumping bass that
reverberates through the walls and floors, setting my muscles on
edge. The colored lights flash rapidly, making everything we do look
like stop-motion animation. But I don’t
need eyes for this, just the sweet feeling of her hard nipples under
my hands, and the fire-stoking guidance of her undulating ass against
my cock. I pull on the condom and she pulls down her pants, but only
to her knees, her legs tight together, her pussy even tighter.
    She
twists her head and I bring my mouth to hers, so this time it’s
me tongue-fucking her, my fingers under her panties, teasing and
pulling her clit, my hand pulling her breasts together, holding her
steady as she gets so heady she can’t
even hold herself up. When the bass drops and the hook comes in I
slide my middle finger inside her, circling it inside the walls,
looking for that spot I know she likes.
    This
time it’s
her who pulls away from me.
    “Fuck
me,” she
begs, her eyes pleading. It always gets me, the gratifying sight of a
girl’s
face when she loses control, the one I’ve
put on a lot of girls’
faces,
but which has never looked as good as it does on hers.
    “I’m
gonna fuck you, Haley,”
I
promise, bending her over the railing and grabbing my cock. “I’ll
fuck you real good.”
    I
slide her panties to the side, and lean over her. She’s
got her hands on the railing for support, and I groan as I push
myself inside her. With her jeans still bunched around her knees,
keeping her thighs close together, her tightness makes both of us
feel each other even more intensely.
    The
drum drops as I put a hand against her waist and curl the other
around to cup and pull her breast. Nothing but the bass and the
vocals hitting a minimalist groove as I fuck Haley from behind in
ever-deepening, ever-quickening thrusts. I press my thumb into the
deep arch of her spine, put a hand on her hair and pull it back.
    She
holds onto the railing with white knuckles, her screams loud and
piercing enough to be heard over the crowd. Then the drums come in,
thunderous and earth-shattering, and I let them power me as I fuck
her hard enough to send ripples across her ass cheeks, her back
convulsing. She throws her head down, then back again, involuntarily,
the volatile heat of the drums and my cock stimulating her from
without and within.
    Pushing
herself against the railing, she backs up onto me, in no mood to
extend the agonizing sweetness, desperate for a release. I lean over
and press my fingers against her clit as I thrust into her, grabbing
the railing with my other hand. The song ends with one last boom of
the bass drum, and we both erupt along with the crowd, the same way
we began, hard and fast, greedy and selfish. Her whole body seems to
inflate and deflate quickly, and she leans her head against the
railing. I move over her, carefully tugging her jeans back up, and
then softly kiss the back of her neck. She rolls her head to the
side, and I see a flash of smile before the lights go dark.
     
    We
leave the concert before the last few songs. Partly to avoid the
crowds, and partly because we both need a drink and a bite to eat.
With the three bodyguards that I arranged, we skip down the empty
steps of the stadium and make our way out of the large, open exit. I
take Haley’s
hand as we walk and squeeze it. The fact that she barely notices,
that she treats it like the most natural thing in the world, somehow
means more to me than if she had squeezed back. For the first time in
what feels like half of my life, I feel like I’ve
got everything I want. Everything I