Alleyway Love

Lily Evans a petite and very pretty girl of seventeen sat in the Three Broomsticks nursing a warm Butterbeer. She sat in the corner booth by the window, sitting by herself staring absentmindedly out onto the street, which was being flooded by the rain that hadn’t ceased in three days.
Three seats down from her sat James Potter, rich and handsome. He had taken a fancy to the pretty girl in the middle of their fifth year at the school that they both attended just down the road from the pub they were both currently sitting in. Lily and James were both magical. A witch and a wizard and of the most brilliant ones in their year. But Lily despised James, or so it had appeared. James Potter had tried to win her affections but to no avail Lily had refused him again and again saying that James was an insufferable, conceited and arrogant git. Usually going into even more detail. But naming James’s flaws hadn’t put him off her. If anything it seemed to make him want her even more. And so James still pursued Lily relentlessly. Which was why he was staring at her now.
Lily was on her fourth Butterbeer. She had been in the pub staring out the window for Merlin only knew how long. She almost seemed unaware of everything else that was happening around her. The loud chatter of the popular pub was a distant drone in her ears. All that existed for Lily was the rain outside and the thoughts in her head. And the thoughts in her head were of one thing only, or rather one body. James Potter. Lately James was all she could think about. Something about him had changed. He was kinder, less conceited and arrogant. Though Lily still liked to refer to him as that big git. Even if it was becoming less and less true.
James watched as Lily scraped back her chair and stood. Leaving a few silver coins on the table for her drinks. He watched as she left the bar and the doorbell tinkled, as she walked into the cold and rain leaving her robes behind her in the booth that she had been once sitting.
James smiled to himself. The perfect excuse. He picked up the robes holding them gently in his arms and followed her out the door. She stood in the empty street her face looking skyward and the rain splashing her delicate cheeks.
He walked up behind her and tenderly pulled her robes back over her. Lily spun around to see who it was behind her.
A genuine confused and bewildered look crossed her face. James took his chances and Lily was dragged into his arms.
Lily didn’t know what to do. Her mind was going crazy. Let him. Don’t let him. He’s meant to be a git remember? But he’s not anymore. She tried to resist but the Butterbeer had obviously weakened her resistance. Of its own accord her hand clutched at the sleeve of his shirt and her body leaned into his. Greedily her senses absorbed the feel of him. Tough, make, strong… She looked at his mouth. She looked into his eyes. And the she looked at his mouth again. She could feel the sound he was making in his throat vibrate through his body in a feral groan of warning male arousal.
Lily pulled him down the street and into one of the abandoned alleyways of the street. It was dryer down there.
At the end of the alley Lily turned around to face James and he quickly pressed his body against hers so that she was pinned against him and the wall behind. He was lowering his head and she wanted to reach up and hold it so that he couldn’t escape, so that his mouth had to cover her own…
And it did! How long had she yearned for this? Lily wondered dizzily as her lips clung to his. Surrounded by the sensual soft dark of the drizzly afternoon she gave into her own need. She was in his arms and then in his hands—quite literally, she realised in soaring shocked pleasure as they moved over her, shaping her, learning her…
Lily moaned her uninhibited delight. She could feel her breasts swelling into his hands whist her stomach tightened with expectation. She lifted her arms to wrap them around him her fingers sliding into the softness of his hair. His mouth tasted erotically of a man, and she wanted to feed on it until all her senses were sated with the pleasure of him. The straps of her top had slipped down her arms and were digging into her flesh and she wanted to beg James to remove it from her body right her and right now.
Helplessly James gave into the need he had felt when he had first kissed her. James felt his body shudder as his hunger for her ripped through his defences. Now he was beyond reason, beyond insanity, beyond anything and everything but wanting her. He was, James recognized distantly, completely out of control. And she was the one who had done this to him, who had driven him here, aroused him made him so insane with need for her That eager female sound she had just made had logged straight into his body and switched on every damn thing, sending him completely crazy. He lifted his hand to push Lily’s auburn hair off her creamy neck and shoulder, leaving them exposed to the exploration of his hungry mouth. A tiny pulse jumped and skittered beneath his kiss and he paused to touch it with his tongue.
She was openly trembling with longing, Lily recognised as her head fell back to allow James even more access to the curve of her throat. Behind her she had the hardness of the wall. And in front of her she had the hardness of James. A deep shudder tormented her as he started to explore the delicate whorls of her ear, his thumb on the pulse at the base of her throat.
Someone was tugging frantically at the straps of her top trying to remove it. How could James be doing that and touching her as well?
It wasn’t James who was tearing off her clothes and exhaling in a rush of fierce pleasure as they fell to the ground, Lily realised. It was her.
James had felt her clothes slither to the ground as his eyes adjusted to the velvet skin. Her almost naked skin made him gasp and stare longingly at her.
James had known she was not wearing a bra, had seen her outside the Three Broomsticks standing in the rain. It was part reason for why his lust had taken over and kissed her. He took in the soft, pure nakedness of her torso. And almost as if it were happening in slow motion Lily watched as James turned his head and looked down at her body hi hand came out and slid beneath one breast, gently supporting it.
If she was any more perfect she wouldn’t be human James thought as he felt the delicious weight of Lily’s breast on his palm. His thumb searched for her nipple.
She gave a sharp, electrified moan and her whole body stiffened in response to his touch.
His hand was working urgently on her breast preparing it for the hungry possession of his mouth. Every sweet moan she made was causing the sensation in the pit of his belly to screw down harder. If he didn’t have the taste of her in his mouth he was going to have to…
His free hand slid down her body and encountered the lacy edge of her underwear. He hooked one finger under what he thought was elastic and the realised that it was a ribbon bow. A bow that he could untie with his fingers or…James had a sudden mental picture of himself tugging the bows loose with his teeth. He wanted to eat her like a peach filling his mouth with her taste until the juice ran from his fingers and lips.
His erection was straining against his clothes, and he could tell from the small urgent sounds Lily was making that she was equally aroused.
But he didn’t just want to taste her he wanted to take her and fill her and spill himself insider her. Taking hold of her hands, James pinned them above her head his body leaning into hers.
A fast furious surge of excitement raced through Lily as she looked into his eyes. He had lost control now. She could see it in his eyes, feel it in the way he was grinding his body into hers—and she loved it…
As James felt Lily’s hips lift and writhe tormentingly against him he knew that there was no going back.
There was nothing he wanted to do more then to take her right here against this wall. As primitively as though every layer of civilisation had been stripped from them both. Hr wanted to hook his fingers in those bows and leave himself free to give her every pleasure he. He wanted to lift her up against him and have wrap her legs around him whist he buried himself so deep inside her that no man would ever pleasure her as much. Her fingers touched him and she was tracing his erection, gauging it – measuring it?
Lily’s chest tightened as her uncertain touch revealed to her just how much of a man James was! She could feel James lifting her up against him. Shocked pleasure surged through her on a riptide. He was going to make love to her against a wall!
She weighed next to nothing, James acknowledged as he lifted Lily off the floor. The lacy thong she was wearing left the rounded contours of the bottom free to his touch and he could see the bright aroused glitter of her eyes and he could feel the exhalation of her breath. His tongue touched ther lips and then pierced her mouth. She tasted soft and sweet, warm and welcoming.
‘Open your legs,’ he commanded her.
He quickly stripped his clothes. Impulsively Lily reached down to remove her ribboned thong.
‘No!’
His hand was over hers but instead of unfastening the bow he started to kiss her again. Her mouth, her shoulder, her breast laving the tight peak until she was thrashing around beneath him. And then the other breast, taking his time whilst she cried out, her hands on his shoulders, her nails digging into his skin.
But that was nothing to what she felt when his mouth moved lower, his lips caressing her stomach and then his tongue rimming her navel tracing the lacy edge of her thong from one bow to the other and the back again. She could feel his hands sliding beneath her, lifting her, and she writhed in urgent need. She felt his breath against her skin and watched in a sensual daze of arousal as he tugged at the bow with his teeth. When it came free he pressed his lips to her naked skin and his hand to her naked body discovering, exploring, parting the swollen folds of flesh to expose her sex to his touch and his taste.
Lily heard the sounds of pleasure flooding the alley and knew they must be her own. She had no awareness of anything at all other then the touch of James’s fingers and the lave of his tongue.
She felt the tightening warning of her body but it was impossible for her to hold back her orgasm. As she cried out her pleasure she felt James’s mouth taking it from her into his own keeping.
She was still trembling from its aftershock seconds later when he moved around to hold her. Wrapping her tightly in his arms, his breath warm against the top of her head.
Exhilarated Lily clung to him. His naked flesh felt smooth and warm beneath her fingertips. Idly she traced the collarbone and then pressed a small kiss to it. She ran her finger around the aureole of his nipple, dark and flat, unlike the rosy fullness of her own. The nipple itself was different too. She teased it languidly and then burrowed her face against his chest, relishing the scent and taste of him
‘If you keep doing that…’ James warned her rawly.
‘You’ll do what?’ Lily challenged deliberately.
‘This,’ he resounded promptly, lifting her so that her hips were sitting just above his.
Eagerly Lily opened her legs and wrapped them around him, welcoming him into her soft warmth. Desire ran through her with liquid heat but more then that as her hips lifted and writhed her body welcomed him with fierce female longing, Lily recognised that it wasn’t just her body that could feel him that wanted him. It was her heart and her mind as well!
A sensation of exquisite urgency was filling her taking her with him through time and space. Each thrust of his powerful body within her own brought them closer, physically and emotionally.
The increasing fast movements of his thrusts were pushing her into the wall. Lily tightened her fingers into his back. In that same moment she heard his harsh cry and felt again that same rainbow explosion within herself as she reached climax and it showered her whole body with quick silver darts.
Soul mate. They were meant to be together. The words, the knowledge floated thorigh her like precious stars set in a perfect sky.
‘I love you, James,’ Lily whispered. For a moment Lily thought James mustn’t have heard him and she was about to repeat herself when James whispered back, ‘I love you too.’