After stumbling into the Quattro, Gene finally chucked his carefully positioned coat onto the back seat, revealing he was now fully erect. Alex looked down and her eyes widened. Leaning over, she began to tease him, gently running her tongue along his bottom lip. Gene responded, and quickly tenderness turned into passion. He kissed her hard, one hand tangled in her hair, the other on her back, reaching downwards.
In one swift movement, he grabbed her waist and lifted her onto his lap, straddling him. She squeaked in surprise, but made no protest as he continued to unbutton her blouse, exposing her lacy black bra. He began running his tongue along her collarbone, down towards her breasts. She moaned as he expertly unclipped her bra, moving his tongue over a hard nipple. She pulled his head in closer, running her hands through his mane of dirty blonde hair, as he began to suck on a taught bud, grazing it with his teeth.
'Oh, fuck, Gene' she moaned, arching her back towards him.
Her cries of pleasure went straight to his groin, and her movement made it almost unbearable. Beneath her, she felt his bulge grow even larger, and heard his groans of need.
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Just as she began working on his belt, a door slammed behind them. Realising they were still meters from Luigi's, they sprung apart, aware they had left the pub before the others, and were now in danger of being caught in the act.
Peering around cautiously, they saw several men, staggering drunkenly round the corner. Alex breathed a sigh of relief.
'My place or yours?' Gene broke the tension.
'Well, mine's closer' breathed Alex, still recovering from the shock.
Gene passed her the blouse, but ticked her bra into his pocket.
'No point yer puttin' it back on. If I have my way, it'll be off again in minutes.'
'Cheeky!'