On The Edge

Haley wants a stranger to drag her out of the gray. She finds him. Manuel has her on her knees in seconds. Her lips stretch around him, then she takes the whole length, throat clenching, spit running. Blonde hair swings across her eyes. She pulls back for air only to slam down again. Every breath is a fight and a rush. He flips her, grabs her hips, drives in from behind. Hard strokes push her closer to the wall, closer to the brink. The room fills with the sound of skin and her quick, sharp gasps. He pulls her hair, leans into her ear, keeps the pace brutal and steady. Her breath catches each time he bottoms out. Then he spins her back to her knees, finishes across her tongue. She swallows, breathing hard, heart still slamming, the gray burned out by the edge she just danced on.