One-Up-Manship

Once they were outside the club, Michael started towards his motorbike, desperate to get to his apartment so Liz could exact her 'revenge'. He was stopped in his tracks by Liz's hand on his arm, her fingers curling around his bicep and leading him to the alleyway at the side of 'The Club'.

Liz pushed him up against the wall, pressing his arms flat against it.

"Don't move a muscle."

A shudder passed through Michael's body and his fingers dug into the wall. He groaned as he watched Liz sink to her knees in front of him. Her small hands whispered up his legs, reaching for the button of his pants. Flicking it open, Liz grasped the zipper and tugged it carefully over his straining erection, listening as breath hissed out of him.

"If you make a sound, you might draw people from everywhere. So I'd be very quiet if I was you." The grin on her face said that she was going to make it as difficult as possible for him to remain quiet.

Liz hooked her thumbs under the edge of his boxers, tugging them and his pants down his legs and letting them drop to the ground. Her fingers trailed maddeningly slow paths up his legs, urging them apart. Reaching between his legs, she cupped his balls in her hand. Rolling them in her palm and giving them a gentle squeeze.

Michael's hips bucked involuntarily and Liz immediately removed her hands from his over sensitised skin.

"What did I say about moving, baby?"

Michael gripped the wall tighter beneath his hands, his knuckles turning white from the strain.

"That's a good boy."

One of Liz's hands slowly encircled his erection, applying gentle pressure as she stroked him from base to tip. Michael's breathing escalated, but Liz wanted to see him struggling not to cry out.

Leaning forward, Liz heard Michael's sharp intake of breath. Pressing a kiss to the tip of his straining erection, she let her tongue dart out to lap up a creamy drop of pre-cum.

A sharp expletive passed Michael's lips and he struggled not to thrust his fingers into her hair and drive his aching cock between her wet red lips.

He watched, amazed, as Liz's lips parted and she took just the tip of his cock into her mouth; All his dreams had just come true.

Liz slowly took more of him into her mouth. Her hand came up to encircle the base of him as she started to move, bobbing her head in time with her hand. His hips began to move against her, but she pressed him back into the wall, holding him there with a hand on his hip.

Michael's muscles were taut with the strain of not moving and he knew exploding was imminent.

The hand Liz had pressed against his hip moved between his legs to fondle his balls, before moving further down, pressing one finger to the spot just behind them.

Michael's hips jerked wildly as he pumped his seed down her throat, a yell emerging from his throat.

Michael's hands threaded through Liz's hair and brought her up to cradle her against him.

"Wow," he whispered.

Liz heard footsteps approaching and quickly helped Michael rearrange his clothing. Pressing themselves deeper into the shadows of the alleyway, they waited for the unexpected visitors to pass by.

"Did you enjoy that baby?" A grin played at the edges of Liz's mouth.

Michael just scowled at her, causing Liz to burst into laughter.

Leaning forward, Michael growled into her ear, "Just for that, I'm going to take you back to my place and I am going to fuck you so hard, you won't be able to walk for days."

Liz groaned as desire coursed through her body. She had a feeling she knew who was going to win the next round.

The End.