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Holy shit. I just made a sexual joke. A low chuckle rumbled in my chest until I laughed uncontrollably with him.
When Aaron's laughter subsided, he wiped a tear from the corner of his eyes as his gaze bore into mine. "I got the intense urge to fuck you right now, Jesus."
The words hummed my body to life as I shifted in my seat, shuddering when the movement caused me to brush my clit against the fabric of my panties.
"I'm going to the bathroom," I said, holding his heated gaze. “And don't take this as an invitation; the ball's now in your court."
Ten minutes later, I had Aaron pressed against one of the counters in the women's bathroom with the door locked, knees on the tiled floor as I drew him into my mouth.
"Fuck," he mouthed breathlessly, entangling his fingers in my hair.
Ever since he went down on me, I'd been dreaming of returning the favor. Fellatio was a particular favorite of mine, and while sex with Jeremy had become hell after a while, I still remembered how much pleasure it had brought me to give my partner pleasure.
I ran my tongue over the pink head of his shaft, licking a delicate line to the base before drawing him into my mouth until he hit the back of my throat.
I moaned at the same time he let out a deep grunt, the sound vibrating in my mouth as I released him, gasping for air.
"You're taking my cock so fucking well," he grunted, jerking his hips as I wrapped my hand at the base of his shaft and began to stroke him to a rhythm my mouth worked to. "Such as fucking pro at sucking dick, baby. Such a good, bad girl."
His words, added to the utterly erotic nature of what I was doing, soaked my underwear. I was so ready for him that foreplay seemed like child's play.
In a flash, Aaron pushed me away from him, dragged me up, and spun me around so I was facing the mirror. I bit my lower lip as he lifted my skirt, almost laughing when he growled at the long material and murmured something about it getting in the way.
Eventually, he settled for removing the damn thing entirely, as well as my panties, before spreading my ass cheeks and plunging into me in one deep thrust.
"Home," he growled into my ear as I moaned, grabbing my waist with one large palm as he pushed inside me until his pelvis slapped against my cheek. "You feel like fucking home."
The pleasure was so great that my eyes watered, but the depth of emotion swirling in his eyes as I stared into them in the mirror made them fall.
"Hurry. Please," I begged.
The look in his eyes turned feral, and then he was thrusting into me like we had a problem. My moans were getting dangerously loud. It was still working hours, and the entire company was out there.
I was doubtful that no one had seen Aaron enter the women's bathroom.
He pressed a hand to my mouth as if sensing my inner turmoil. His other reached out to grab my breast, squeezing so hard I had to shut my eyes and bite down on my tongue to keep from screaming.
"On any other day, you can be as loud as you want, baby," Aaron murmured, kissing the side of my neck. "Just not right now."
I nodded absentmindedly, barely hearing the words as pleasure built up in my lower stomach. I gripped the edge of the counter until my fingers hurt, mindlessly moaning against Aaron's hand, and then the orgasm washed over me like a bucket of cold water until I was shuddering and buckling against him.
"Oh, fuck." Aaron finished moments later, his body tensing as his dick twitched inside me.
I came back down to earth, my throat thickening as the guilt spread over me, the black ink swallowing my feet, then my knees, and finally my chest.
I stood in that position when Aaron pulled out of me and returned moments later, wiping between my legs with a paper towel. When I finally moved, it was to put on my panties and skirt.
What was wrong with me? Why did every action with Aaron make me feel like I was doing something wrong even though I liked it?
"Are you okay? Did I go too hard?" Aaron asked, grabbing my hand, and turning me to face him.
Unable to speak with the weight of guilt that had settled around my throat, I shook my head, but not before subtly removing my hand from his. Fuck this. I was acting like a child.
"We should go back out there before someone notices our absence,” I said.
But Aaron, being Aaron, saw my withdrawal.
"You've got to be kidding me, Felicity," he scoffed, gingerly running a hand through his dark curls. "You invited me here, you know that, right? You wanted this. Why are you acting like we just committed murder?"
