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“I don’t have a condom.”
She tilted her head then pried something out of her bra. She slapped the packet in my hand and shrugged at my doubletake. “After the first time, I figured I’d better be prepared.”
“So you thought it’d happen again?”
“What do you think these were all about?” She turned her foot and dragged her heel down the back of my thigh. “Only exceptionally good sex is worth being tortured twelve hours a day.”
So many responses flooded my mind at once that I went with the most prudent one. I unzipped my pants.
“Uh uh.” She gripped my wrist, holding my hand against my straining cock while I gritted my teeth. “I gave you something, you give me something. Tit for tat.”
“I was trying to.”
Her smile came and went before I could enjoy it. Then she was flicking open my cuffs and shoving up my sleeve, a sigh escaping her as she revealed my tattoo. The swirls of sepia ink that made up the thick rope that circled the anchor that climbed up my arm were as much a part of me as my skin at this point. I rarely even remembered the tattoo was there. But from the way her eyes were eating me up, I might as well have had my fingers on her clit.
Speaking of…
I relinquished my hold on her throat and slipped my hand between her thighs, skimming the pads of my fingers along the sensitive skin above her garters. She stopped rolling up my sleeve and just gripped my arm, digging in her nails as I drew my thumb down her swollen seam.
If I’d had any doubt she was into me, into this, the wetness under my touch told me otherwise.
I didn’t waste time on exploration. Not here. We were in the company bathroom, and from the flush blossoming on her throat and cheeks, she was as ready to fuck as I was. She just needed relief. The same release I’d been aching for since the moment I’d withdrawn from her sweet pussy days ago.
Weeks now.
I slid two fingers into her and swallowed a groan at the tight heat that closed around me. Goddamn, she was on the verge too. She threw back her head against the glass, not even seeming to care that it must’ve hurt. One hand gripped my inked forearm and the other grabbed onto the edge of the sink as she parted her legs, giving me room to give her the kind of rough fingering I’d avoided the first time we were together.
Then, we’d had time. Hours to fill with nothing but learning each other’s reactions. Now, it was a matter of making her explode against my hand before she did the same around my cock.
Driving deeper, I nudged her back against the mirror, pressing my cheek to hers so that I could hear every delicious sound she made. Every ragged inhale, those desperate little whimpers, the moans that broke from her throat like she simply couldn’t contain them anymore. A quick nip of her lower lip had her eyes opening again, her lids lifting slowly as if it was too difficult for her to raise them.
“I want you to watch me fuck you. Eyes on mine the whole time, or I stop.”
She nodded and I rewarded her by slipping another finger into her, tilting her hips back so I could have more access. I worked her hard, so crazed to get inside her that I didn’t worry about finesse. She needed to come, so I could feel her do it again around my dick—even if it was with that damnable piece of latex between us. The harder I flexed my hand, the deeper she dug her nails into my forearm. I’d wear her branding too now, amidst my ink. Pity it wouldn’t last.
When her quivering around my fingers turned into a full-fledged shudder, I caught her moan with my mouth. I couldn’t help it. Tasting the hit of caffeine and sugar on her tongue from her soda while she drenched my palm made me dizzy. I couldn’t get enough. I sucked on her tongue even as her clenching pussy pulled at my fingers. Tight, hot, relentless.
Before she’d even finished coming, I drew my hand away and grabbed the condom she’d given me. Thank God for not-so-small favors. I undid my pants the rest of the way and tugged out my length. Slowly, I slicked the latex on my erection with fingers that were still wet from her, allowing her to see the streaks of dampness on my flesh. I wanted her to suck them off my cock, to taste us mixed together, but it couldn’t happen. Not here, where she would have to kneel on a floor too
many other feet had trod upon.
The vestibule had been different. It was cleaned spotless on a nightly basis because it was the first thing people saw upon entering the building. But a bathroom…something about it seemed sordid, and not in an erotic way. If I hadn’t been so incensed to have her, I never would’ve taken her there.
Next time, it would be different.
Even as the declaration registered, I cut it off. There would be no next time. There couldn’t be. There shouldn’t even have been a this time, never mind another.
“Please,” she breathed, and I gripped my cock, shaking off the thoughts that had no place taking root.
I cupped my hand around her hips, hauling her closer so I could take one more long sip from her mouth. She wound herself around me, and I rubbed the head against her pussy, absorbing the noises she made like air. The relief that came from knowing she was nearly as desperate as I was made me too rough with her as I tilted her toward me and slammed home. So rough that she cried out and I couldn’t even try to stifle the sound.
Then she was tugging apart buttons on my shirt to get to my skin, her movements jerky and uncoordinated. She didn’t bother with my tie this time, and instead went upward from the bottom. Halfway up, she stopped and gripped my sides, digging in and yanking me toward her so that I bottomed out inside of her snug channel. So fucking deep.
I groaned and she pressed her face to my throat, licking my Adam’s apple and making my balls tighten to the point of pain. Damn, she felt good. Every place where our skin made contact felt like heaven. I couldn’t get deep enough this way, but I needed to see her face as I fucked her. Watching her in the mirror wouldn’t be enough. I had to know this same crazy thing was happening to her too, that I wasn’t caught up in it alone.
I’d been alone for too goddamn long.
Cupping her face, I pressed my lips to hers and reveled in the sensation of her gripping me inside and out. The bite of her nails, the suction of her pussy. She surrounded me in warmth, in something I strained toward even as I knew I shouldn’t allow myself to get this close. I usually fucked women bent over something, facing away from me. Not always, but I definitely didn’t seek out intimacy.
