I leaned into her until my lips were brushing the shell of her ear. “Baby, we’ll stay as long as you’d like, but I can’t promise that I won’t drag you to an empty stall and fuck you against the bathroom wall.”
Her breath caught in her throat, and I loved hearing the throaty sounds she made. She was so damn sexy.
“What’s stopping you from doing it right now?” she challenged, pulling away to peer into my eyes.
She wasn’t teasing. Her eyes were heated, her lashes batting, taunting me. She took another sip of her drink, a drop catching on her bottom lip.
I reached out to wipe it, my thumb dragging across her pouty lip before pushing it into her mouth to let her tongue swirl over the pad.
She released it from her mouth with a pop. “Finish your drink, cowboy.” Her voice was husky with arousal, and it made my cock throb. My jeans were too fucking tight. I wanted to bury myself in her.
To my surprise, she threw her glass back, chugging down her cocktail. She didn’t stop until it was nothing but ice, slamming it down against the tabletop.
Seeing my face, she started to giggle. “You look as if you’ve never seen someone chug a drink before.”
I shook my head in wonder. “You’re one of a kind, Lina. I don’t know why I should be surprised by you.”
“I know how to do a keg stand, too,” she said with a wink.
“Of course you do.” I sucked down my own drink then, letting the carbonation cool my insides.
I set the glass down beside hers and grabbed her hand.
“Come on, sweetheart.”
She looked at me with a giddy grin. “We’re really doing this?”
I pulled her down from her stool. “I can’t wait any longer.”
I walked past the drunk girls crying in the hallway until I reached the women’s restroom. I wasn’t about to take her to the disgusting men’s room. I pushed open the door where there were more drunk women, but no one seemed to notice or care that I was walking in. I nudged Lina inside the first stall, quickly locking the door behind us.
As soon as it was closed, I pounced on her, my lips finding hers, my hands unbuttoning and unzipping her shorts. Her own hands fumbled with my belt and jeans, until she had me in her grip. It felt so fucking good having her warm fingers wrapped around my throbbing cock. I pressed into her palm, desperate for friction. I pushed my hand beneath the waistband of her panties until I could swipe my fingers through her center.
“Fuck, baby, you’re already soaked and dripping wet for me.”
“I’ve been wet for you since you walked into the trailer all sweaty,” she whispered into my mouth.
I spun her around, shoving her up against the tile.
“Hands on the wall, sweetheart.”
Lina bit her lip while she looked at me over her shoulder—her sign that she liked the sound of that.
“Fuck me, cowboy.”
She splayed her palms on the wall, wiggling her ass enticingly.
“Fuck,” I breathed, shimmying her shorts down her thighs. God, her ass was something magnificent—round, juicy, and perfect. I ran my hands over her curves before pushing my pants and briefs down. With my dick in my hand, I gave it a couple pumps before notching it at her center.
She was ready for me. I thrust forward, her pussy sucking me in. She felt so fucking good, so fucking tight, I couldn’t see straight. Her walls were already pulsing and fluttering, squeezing me.
“Fuck, baby.” I leaned forward until my chest was pressed to her back.
I thrust again, wrapping my hand around the front of her neck, while my other hand was gripping her hip for dear life.
“Reed,” she moaned.
No one seemed to notice our heavy breathing and moans that filled the air. Drunk girls came and went with their friends. Their loud, inebriated chatter, mixed with the din of flushing and water running, covered up the sound of my balls slapping against her ass as I fucked Lina against the wall.
