You Remind Me Of Someone

She walks past his table and stops cold. Nicole knows that look. Vince is already rising from his seat, eyes locked on her mouth. He doesn't ask her name. He follows her into the alley and pins her to the brick. One hand cups her jaw. The other drags her skirt up. She drops to her knees without a word. His cock slides over her tongue, thick and ready. She takes it deep, nose pressed to his stomach, throat working around every inch. Spit coats her chin. He fucks her mouth in steady strokes, one hand fisted in her dark hair. When he pulls out, she stands, turns, plants her palms on the wall. He drives into her from behind, hips slapping skin. She pushes back hard, taking every thrust. Sweat beads between her shoulder blades. Later she climbs on his face while he lies on the dirty floor. Her thighs frame his head. She grinds down slow, rocking against his tongue, then faster until her whole body shakes. He doesn't speak. Neither does she. The resemblance is too close to ignore, and that only makes them rougher.