TEO
Ipush Isabella backward through the restroom doors, stopping only to lock them behind us.
It’s only a minor delay, a few seconds at maximum, but it’s enough for the desire roaring within me to boil over once more.
Behind me, Isabella’s taunting voice goads me back to her. “I don’t think that will— mmph!”
I silence her with a kiss so fierce it has us both staggering backward. My hands are holding her face just so, locking her into my inescapable lust. Her perfect pink lips are massacred by my sheer desire to consume her whole.
I use the movement to keep us traveling backward until I have her pressed into the wall, caged beneath my chest.
As far as restrooms go, this is by far one of the most high-end one I’ve ever seen. A chandelier glimmers above us, casting a warm light over the white tiles and mahogany wall features, making everything feel just that little bit more expensive.
But a restroom is still a restroom, and there’s something about capturing Isabella’s mouth in mine and licking across her bottom lip that feels dirty because we are here.
Despite the champagne and the Michelin star and that fuckingdress,I can make her just as cheap as the rest of us.
It’s satisfying in a carnal kind of way, as if by stripping her of her dignity, I can somehow control her and control this devastating feeling of pure desire.
Isabella moans as I hitch her leg up to my waist. The feeling of her bare skin turns what was supposed to be a gentle caress of my hand into claws.
But everything I give her, she takes and returns. Her fingers lace into my hair, and she pulls hard. I withdraw from her mouth only long enough to begin attacking her neck.
Her smooth skin feels so fucking tantalizing. It’s not fair that she’s this fucking perfect.
I’m suddenly overwhelmed with the urge to make her imperfect.
“Fuck!” she gasps as my teeth graze a particularly perfect spot at the base of her neck, sucking and biting and licking until I’m sure I’ve left my mark.
I lean back just enough to admire my work. Something within me roars triumphantly.
I did it. I ruined you. Now, no one will want you but me.
It’s a filthy fucking lie. Especially when she looks back at me through hooded eyes, eyeliner smudged, perfectly blonde curls lying haphazardly over shoulders, now bare of their fallen dress straps. Her mouth is swollen and gaping at me.
Ruined. But not ruined enough.
I surge forward again, this time claiming those lips more sharply, biting hard enough to draw blood.
She groans against it, squirming beneath me to retaliate in kind. It’s almost comical to feel her try. I never thought it would make me so fucking hard trying to anticipate her next move.
She reaches beneath my shirt and scratches all the way down my back, smiling when I hiss into her mouth. She wraps her hands around my shirt collar and pulls me directly into her chest, not releasing me until I’ve caressed every inch of skin with my tongue.
I bite her there as well, long and hard, as I desperately fumble for a zipper. Her devilish dress now serves as a frustrating barrier to her breasts. And fuck, do I want her soft nipple in my mouth.
But Isabella retaliates again. Using the momentum of the wall, she picks up her other leg and entirely straddles my waist, pressing herself into my already hardening cock.
Her short little dress rides up in the process, revealing…
“What the fuck?” I growl as I see her bareness beneath me.
Isabella merely laughs against my neck.
“You weren’t wearing panties?”
She hums. “Is that a problem?”
I shove her back into the wall. “That whole fucking meal?”
