Chapter 253: Park Bench
He pulled her up to her feet. Her legs were unsteady from kneeling in the cold grass for so long and he caught her with one arm while the other found her thigh, lifting it, raising her leg up to his hip.
She gripped his shoulder for balance, her fingers digging into the fabric of his jacket. He pushed in slowly.
"Oh," she said.
Her head dropped against his shoulder, her breath fogging against his jacket. Her body was still cold from standing exposed under the tree but it was already registering something hot working its way through that cold.
’It’s freezing out here,’ she thought. ’But the second he’s inside me none of that matters. Like my body just decided the cold is somebody else’s problem now.’
He started slow, his hands gripping her hip and waist, finding the rhythm against the chill of the night air.
Above them the branches shifted in a gust of wind and somewhere far off a car horn sounded once and faded into nothing.
Ta. Ta. Ta.
"Mm. Liam," she said, the words breaking apart slightly as he moved.
Her boobs pressed against his chest with every stroke, the contact warm despite the cold around them.
He picked up the pace, his hands tightening on her, and her sounds came out in small fogged breaths against his neck.
"Haa. Oh," she said.
Ta. Ta. Ta. Ta.
She felt every part of her body waking up to it, the contrast between the cold air against her bare skin and the heat building between them.
Her one foot still planted in the grass had gone numb minutes ago and she had completely forgotten about it.
’He’s so warm,’ she thought, her arms tightening around his neck. ’I forgot how warm he gets. I was freezing five minutes ago and now I don’t even remember what cold felt like.’
He drove forward harder and she gasped into his shoulder, her grip tightening, her leg pulling him in deeper around his hip.
"Oh god. Liam," she said.
He kept the pace building. Ta. Ta. Ta. Ta. Ta.
"Mm. Don’t stop. Please," she said, her voice losing whatever shape it had carried earlier in the evening.
Then he turned her around.
He guided her back toward the trunk and she put both hands against the bark and bent forward, her ass facing him now, the cold air hitting her back directly, raising goosebumps across her spine.
"Hold on," he said.
She gripped the tree.
He pushed back in from behind and started immediately at a pace that left no room for adjustment.
Papap. Papap. Papap.
"Ah. Oh. Liam," she said.
Her ass shook with every impact, the soft flesh rippling against his hips on each thrust, her boobs swinging beneath her with the same continuous rhythm.
The bark was rough under her palms but she held on anyway, her knuckles white, her body rocking forward with every stroke and pulling back against him on the return.
Papap. Papap. Papap. Papap.
"Mm. Haa. Right there," she said.
He gripped her hips hard, driving deeper, the sound of skin meeting skin filling the small space under the tree, mixing with the wind moving through the branches above.
’This is insane,’ she thought, her forehead nearly touching the bark now. ’We’re actually doing this outside. In a park. At night. With the wind doing whatever it wants to my skin and I don’t even care.’
Papap. Papap. Papap. Papap. Papap.
"Oh god. I’m. Haa," she said.
Her thighs began to shake, the tremor building from somewhere deep, her grip on the bark tightening as everything in her body started narrowing toward one single point.
She came against the tree, her hands sliding slightly against the bark, a long unsteady sound leaving her into the cold air and disappearing upward into the branches.
He didn’t stop.
He pulled out of her before he finished and she felt the loss of him sharply, turning her head to look at him over her shoulder, confused for a half second.
"Turn around," he said.
She turned to face him, her back now against the bark instead of her front.
He bent slightly, gripped the backs of both her thighs, and lifted her fully off the ground, her legs wrapping around his waist on instinct, her arms locking around his neck.
"Liam," she said, her eyes wide, her whole body suddenly weightless except for where his hands held her.
He pressed her against the trunk, using it and his own strength to hold her steady, and pushed up into her from below.
Ta. Ta. Ta.
"Oh. Oh god," she said, her voice coming out higher and sharper than before, the new angle reaching somewhere entirely different.
Her boobs bounced freely between them now, nothing slowing the motion of them, swaying with every thrust he gave her.
’I can’t even hold myself up,’ she thought, her legs trembling around his waist. ’He’s doing all of it. Every single bit of it. I’m not even helping anymore, I’m just along for it.’
He kept her pinned against the tree, driving up into her with short hard strokes, the bark scraping faintly against her back with every motion, her nails pressing into his shoulders.
Ta. Ta. Ta. Ta. Ta.
"Liam. I’m. Haa," she said.
She came again, her whole body clenching around him, her head falling back against the trunk, her mouth open with no sound coming out for a second before the sound finally arrived, long and unsteady.
He held her through it, his own rhythm starting to break apart, the control he’d been keeping slipping by degrees.
He drove up into her one final time and stayed there as everything released, his forehead pressing into her collarbone, both of them breathing hard into the cold night air.
He let her legs down slowly, keeping one arm around her waist until her feet found solid ground and her balance came back.
She straightened up against the tree, her coat hanging open around her, her chest rising and falling fast, her hair slightly tangled from where it had pressed against the bark.
Liam looked at her.
"Clean me off," he said.
She looked at him for a second, her breath still uneven.
Then she lowered herself back down to her knees, the cold grass meeting her skin again, sharp and immediate now that her body had started coming back down from everything.
She took him in her mouth and worked slowly, no urgency to it, just thorough and unhurried until she was satisfied she had gotten everything.
She pulled back and stood up, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, and pulled her coat closed around herself, fastening the belt with fingers that were only now starting to register the proper cold again.
Liam fixed his trousers and looked at her.
"You happy?" he said.
She looked at him, her cheeks still flushed despite the chill settling back into her skin.
"Not yet," she said.
Liam raised an eyebrow.
She turned slightly and pointed across the grass toward a bench sitting a short distance away, a single lamp post throwing a warm circle of light directly over it, the bench itself empty and waiting under the glow.
"There," she said.
Liam looked at the bench. Then at her. "Twenty minutes ago you were terrified someone was going to walk past us and see you naked against a tree," he said. "Now you want to do it under a streetlamp."
"I’m not scared anymore," she said.
He looked at her for a long moment, the smile building slowly across his face. "Okay," he said.
She pulled her coat closed and tied the belt loosely while he got dressed, both of them crossing the grass together toward the lit bench, their breath visible in the cold air, the gravel path crunching faintly under their shoes.
They reached it and sat down side by side, the wood cold even through her coat, the lamp above throwing its yellow light across both of them.
"You ready?" he asked.
She nodded.
She stood up first.
She undid the belt of her coat and let it fall open again, the cold air immediately finding every inch of her skin, her nipples hardening instantly under the light.
She climbed onto the bench slowly, one knee finding the wooden slats, then the other, positioning herself directly over his lap, her hands going to his shoulders for balance.
He reached up and steadied her at the waist.
She lowered one hand between them and wrapped her fingers around him, guiding him, and sank down slowly until he was fully inside her, both of them going still for a second under the full glow of the streetlamp.
"Oh," she said quietly.
Then she started, barely moving at all. Small rolls of her hips, testing the angle, her eyes half closed.
"Mm," she said softly.
He kept his hands at her waist, letting her set the pace, not pushing her toward anything faster than what she’d chosen.
She rolled her hips again, a little more this time, her breath catching slightly.
"That feel okay?" he asked.
"Yeah," she said. "Just. Give me a second."
He waited.
She found her rhythm slowly, her hips moving in a steady unhurried circle, her hands gripping his shoulders for balance, her boobs swaying gently with each small motion under the lamp light.
Ta. Ta.
"Mm," she said.
The cold air sat around them but neither of them was paying attention to it now, the bench cool under her knees, the lamp throwing its yellow circle across both of them, the path beyond empty and quiet.
She picked the pace up by a degree.
Ta. Ta. Ta.
"Liam," she said, her voice still soft, still finding its footing.
He let her lead, his hands resting at her waist, feeling the small shifts in her hips as she explored the rhythm she wanted. A few minutes passed like that, her pace building gradually, nothing rushed, the two of them settling into something unhurried under the open night sky.
"You can go faster," he said quietly. "If you want."
She looked at him. Then she nodded, biting her lip slightly.
She picked the pace up properly now, her hips rolling with more purpose, her hands pressing down on his shoulders for leverage.
Ta. Ta. Ta. Ta.
"Mm. Oh," she said.
Her boobs moved more now with the increased motion, swaying forward and back, the lamp light catching the curve of them with every shift. He moved one hand from her waist and let it rest against the small of her back, feeling the muscles working there as she rode him.
"Haa," she said. "That’s. Mm."
She kept building it, the bench creaking softly beneath them, her breathing growing less even with every passing minute.
Ta. Ta. Ta. Ta. Ta.
"Liam," she said, her voice climbing slightly. "I like this."
"I can tell," he said.
She laughed, short and breathless, and then lost the laugh entirely as he drove his hips up to meet her on the next downstroke.
"Oh," she said, surprised, her grip tightening.
He did it again.
"Oh god," she said.
He started meeting her properly now, both of them working together, the rhythm building steadily, her pace and his combining into something with real momentum behind it.
Ta. Ta. Ta. Ta. Ta. Ta.
"Mm. Haa. Right there," she said.
Her hips moved faster, chasing something now, her hands gripping his shoulders hard, her whole body rocking with each stroke. The cold air around them had stopped mattering entirely, her skin flushed warm despite the temperature, sweat beginning to form at her hairline even in the chill.
"Liam. Don’t stop," she said.
He didn’t.
He kept driving up to meet her, the bench shifting beneath them with the force of it now, her sounds coming faster, less controlled, arriving one after another with barely a breath between them.
"Ah. Oh. Mm," she said.
Her thighs began to tremble against his, the tension building toward something, her grip on his shoulders nearly painful now.
"I’m. Liam. I’m close," she said.
He gripped her waist and helped drive the pace harder, both of them working toward it together.
Ta. Ta. Ta. Ta. Ta. Ta. Ta.
"Oh god. Oh god," she said.
Her whole body tensed above him, her back arching, her head tipping back so the lamp light caught the line of her throat, and the sound that left her was long and unsteady, filling the quiet park completely.
She came, her hips still moving through it, short and erratic now, riding out every last wave of it against him.
He followed right after, his hands tightening on her waist, a low rough sound leaving him as everything released at once.
She stayed there for a moment, her forehead resting against his, both of them breathing hard under the streetlamp, the cold air finally starting to register again now that the heat between them had nowhere left to go.
"Now," she said, "I’m happy."
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