Kieran didn't have to wait long, his teeth hitting her tit and making her moan his name loud. She didn't care about his neighbors, she'd never have to see them after all. And besides a little hot noise never hurt anyone, right?
"Don't stop," she commanded, her tone brooking no question. She rubbed herself faster and faster against his thigh, the joint sensations getting her closer to getting off. If he stopped she might die. Or kill him. In that order. Her breath was coming in hard, fast puffs, his name spilled as a hurried whisper between inhales. She needed to get off like this, degrading him, using him as nothing more than an anonymous fuck toy.
And then she did - she shouted, stilling as the orgasm crashed through her as hard and fast as oxygen. "Fuck," she panted. But she quickly got her footing and pushed him back to lie down where he sat. She hiked her dress up and pulled her lacy knickers down, flicking them at his face with a laugh.
She was vaguely sure he moved them off his face as she climbed up his body, settled her legs on either side of his head without waiting for any sort of objection or reaction from him. "Fuck me with your gorgeous mouth, make me come all over your face," she demanded. She was pretty sure she could feel him smiling underneath her skirt.