Predictable

In my profane erotic fantasy, I was stalking my prey through a maze of shadows with the smell of decay and cheap perfume. Her memory indelible in my mind’s portmanteau, for tonight she would be cashing in her chips. “Depravity in the moonlight.” Her laugh was a ragged thing, torn at the edges by too many late nights and bad decisions. She exhaled smoke through her nose, tilting her head back against the brick. “Wolves? Or just stray dogs looking for scraps?”

The alleyway swallowed sound, leaving only the wet smack of her lips against the cigarette filter. A slow drag. Ash glowed like a dying star between us. I felt my cock stirring with souvenirs of my ego—the kind of hunger that doesn’t care about consequences. Her eyes flicked down, then back up, smirk widening. “You gonna stand there all night, or are we playing?”

She dropped the cigarette, grinding it under a scuffed boot heel. The ember hissed against damp concrete. When she straightened, her fingers hooked into the belt loops of my jeans, yanking me forward. The stench of nicotine and sweat clung to her, but beneath it— My hands found her throat, thumbs pressing just enough to feel her pulse jump. “You like it rough,” I said, not a question. Feeling my cock rising, the bird of her paradise.

Her pulse fluttered against my thumbs like a trapped moth. A sharp intake of breath—not fear, but recognition. “You talk too much,” she rasped, her voice scraping the bottom of a whiskey barrel. Her nails dug into my wrists, not to pull me away, but to drag me closer. The brick wall bit into her back as I pinned her, the damp chill seeping through her threadbare shirt. Her knee nudged my thigh, insistent. “Or do you just like hearing yourself?”

The alley exhaled around us, the distant hum of the city a world away. I let my grip loosen just enough to watch her throat work as she swallowed, the bob of her Adam’s apple a taunt. Her hips rolled, grinding against the hardening line of my cock, and she laughed again, low and knowing. “Christ, you’re predictable.”