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“That was before you tried to give me a public handy with your foot. Don’t you ever wear a different skirt?” he murmurs into the skin of my neck, his hands coming around to the front to work the buttons of my shirt.
He notices I’m trying to help by tugging at my sweater, and he releases his mouth and his body just an inch—with a moan of displeasure—to let me pull the sweater up over my head and toss it to the floor.
I try not to think about the implications of tossing one’s clothes to the tile of a public bathroom, but then again, as public bathrooms go, this one does not look like it’s used that often.
And…if I have to choose one in which to lose my virginity, it might as well be this one.
He backs me up against the bank of sinks while I work the buttons loose on my shirt. Every inch of skin I reveal sends his mouth searing deeper, deeper down my body. When my shirt is completely loose, he doesn’t bother letting me remove it before his expert mouth is working down the fabric of my lacy bra.
“I know you have a strong jaw, Miles, but you might need to use your hands—oh!” The sensation of his wet mouth covering my nipple sends a shock wave of pleasure across every inch of my skin. My body heats under his attentions, and the flicks of his tongue over my sensitive peaks have me at a loss for words. He’s had practice at that kind of trick, nudging away someone’s bra using only the muscles of his face. Good. It doesn’t turn me off to know he’s more experienced than me.
In fact, the blooming moisture in my panties tells me that the idea that I’m about to get fucked by a more experienced and younger man than me turns me on even more.
Soon, he repeats the same trick with my other cup and lavishes that nipple with similar attention.
“God, you’re beautiful,” he says in a hoarse half-whisper, his words vibrating against my already-electrified flesh.
“You say that like I’m not half-dressed and as if we’re not having some kind of tawdry, sneaky affair.”
Between kisses and licks and nips over my tight buds and caresses to my upper thighs under my skirt, he mutters, “You have no idea how fucking sweet and hot you look with your clothes askew. I’m gonna show you so hard how hot you make me.”
I draw in a breath of shock combined with arousal when he pulls my panties to the side and slides a finger into my slit. “You’re soaked for me, baby. Fuck, I’m gonna explode if I’m still not inside you within another minute.”
Miles hikes up my skirt around my waist—for the second time in as many weeks—and frantically we both push and pull at my panties.
“Don’t rip them. I bought these for you on a teacher’s salary,” I say, my voice suddenly husky with need.
“Headmistress salary.”
“Still not an attorney.”
“I got you, baby,” he says as he attentively, tenderly rolls my panties down my legs and watches with reverence as I step out of them.
He stands back upright and shocks me again by hoisting me up in his arms and setting me back on the countertop.
“Give me your legs,” he growls. I don’t know why but it seems to make me hotter when he says that, my thighs now slick with the constant drip of my arousal. He slips one of my thighs over his shoulder, then the other.
From this position I can’t reach the front of his trousers, and he notices my scrambling hands trying to get at his belt.
“I got this. You just hold tight to the faucets.”
My brain forgets where I am for a minute before registering what he means. I understand and grab on to the water faucets on either side of where I am, my ass nestled between two sinks.
From this position I can’t reach him, I can’t touch him with my hands, but only watch him free his cock from the confines of his trousers.
His pants and boxer briefs pushed down and sitting loosely on his hips, his cock springs up, large, pink, and throbbing, a tiny, glistening tear of precum at the tip.
“I want to touch it, please,” I say.
“Keep your hands where they are,” Miles commands.
My eyes widen at his tone, but he smiles, his eyes sweeping over my body.
“I wish you could see what I see, baby,” he says, his eyes hooded, casting over my skin and up into the mirror behind my face. “Never thought the day would come when I was looking at myself in the mirror with Ms. Moody’s legs wrapped around me.”
I can hardly stand it any longer.
“Miles, please,” I beg.
