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My clit twitches with desire at the thought.
Hunter thrusts into me, hard and as deep as he can go. My nails scratch at the sink. I bite my lip to silence myself, but a small cry still escapes. He thrusts again, at the same time as his fingers. His thumb circles around me. I gaze at myself in the mirror, watching my teeth sink into my bottom lip. Hunter looks at me through the mirror, his mouth hanging open in a silent moan.
“I want to hear your voice,” he rasps before thrusting into me again.
I buck against him, gasping as he thrusts harder, deeper. I’m unable to hold back any longer. I don’t care who stands on the other side of that door. They no longer matter. All that matters now is Hunter and his big cock going in and out of me. Hunter moans as he thrusts into me and I meet each and every one. My whole body quivers, and I whimper as his thumb slows its movements on my clit, leaving me wanting.
Hunter pulls out of me. Before I can complain he spins me around, picking me up easily until I’m sitting on the sink. I gasp, looking around and worry that we are going to break this thing by the time we’re done. However, all complaints and worries die as he captures my lips and thrusts deep into my ass.
I wrap my arms and legs around him, moving with him, feeling myself soaring so high I may never come down. His hand reaches between me, stroking my clit while I continue grinding my ass against him. He gasps, but I seize his bottom lip before he can pull away from me. Hunter chuckles, kissing me back and thrusting hard into me. I cry out, my fingers digging into his shoulders, my legs tightening around him.
“I’m going to come,” he says in between kisses. His cock twitches in me, his thumb moving faster on my clit taking me even higher. My whole body feels so tight, pulled taut and ready to shatter into a million pieces.
“Me too,” I say against his lips. He moves and I gasp, grinding against him and wanting to take him all as deep as possible. “I’m going to come.”
Hunter moans, his pace quickening. He leans into me until my head thumps against the mirror. His hand tangles itself in my hair, pulling on it tight and making me moan. I love the way he touches me, the way he makes me feel, the desires he stirs within me. I thrust against him hard. There’s knocking at the door, but I don’t care. I’m so close to release, I can see it right in front of me.
“Fuck!” Hunter shouts and I feel his semen pour into me as he continues thrusting.
He stares down at me, his lips parted as he moans. With one final thrust and flick of his thumb I gasp, feeling myself taken to the other side, crying out my orgasm while my whole body tightens around him. His eyes widen in alarm and he gasps, leaning forward and pressing his forehead against my shoulder.
“Oh, fuck, Rachel,” he moans. He kisses my collarbone. His hands stroking up and down the length of my body.
There’s another knock at the door followed by, “Bonjour?”
We scramble into a standing position. I push down my skirt, glancing over my shoulder to see if we broke the mirror or sink, but everything seems alright. My face flushes with embarrassment. My whole body wobbles as I try to regain feeling in my legs. My gaze meets Hunter’s, and I nearly burst into a fit of giggles at how wild his hair has become. I push down the locks, yet I’m unable to straighten them. I don’t even check to see how my hair is as I quickly unlock the door, finding a man on the other side, scowling at the both of us with his arms crossed.
I force a smile and rush out, not even bothering to explain why I have a man inside there with me. “Sorry,” I murmur while passing by him, sharing a sheepish look with Hunter.
I catch the man’s eye roll and watch the door shut.
“Well, I guess we should get going,” says Hunter while taking out his wallet.
I look around, happy to see that no one has moved our bags from the table. “I’ll go get our things,” I say cheerfully, ignoring the stares. I guess I should have fixed my hair.
As I reach the table, there’s a tap on my shoulder. Turning around I find the man standing behind me, looking even more irritated than he did before.
“Yes? Can I help you?” I ask uneasily.
The man scowls and with two fingers, holds up my bright pink panties. “I believe these are yours.”
My face flushes. I must look like a freaking tomato. I snatch them from his hands. “Thank you,” I squeak while stuffing them into my bag, feeling absolutely mortified.
The man rolls his eyes and walks away. I should probably feel worse than I do. I shouldn’t be screwing anyone in the bathroom.
I should feel guilty.
But I don’t.
16
LUCAS
I stare at myself in the mirror while tying my bowtie. The suit has been impeccably made, and it fits me like a glove. I look like I’m a 007 wannabe. If I was in a better mood, I’d be checking out my ass in the mirror, but I’ve already attempted tying this bowtie five times. My hands won’t stop trembling.
I scowl when I pull at the ribbon, watching it completely unravel.
Well, I guess I will try again. For the sixth fucking time.
