She failed a little.

He pulled her closer by the hips until she was at the edge of the landing and he could get his tongue deeper. The metal bit her ass. His shoulders kept her knees apart. When she came this time she had to bite the inside of her wrist. He stayed with it until she twitched and pushed at his head.

He rose up her body and kissed her mouth so she could taste herself. Then he turned her.

“Hold the rail.”

She did. She faced the alley, forearms on the warm metal, ass back. He stepped up behind her. The head of him slid through the...