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Xavier and Hope exchanged looks. It was the second time their guest had referred to them as being in a strong relationship. Was that really how they appeared to others? Aftertoday’s deep and meaningful, Xavier felt more confident that maybe it was. More ties to bind them. He didn’t even try to hide his smug smile.
Chapter Six: San Antonio, Texas
It’s illegal to own more than six dildos. Flirting is banned.
“Why are we here again?” Hope asked quite reasonably.
“The Hat of Destiny.”
“No, I mean specifically in this bathroom stall.”
“You said, and I quote,I need something to calm me down. I suggested a cocktail, and you said something about a cock and a tail, and then I kind of got distracted, and then you saida quick fuck will calm me downand here we are.”
“Sometimes you talk too much.”
“Yes, I do,” Xavier replied, then said nothing further.
Instead, he kissed her hard, welding their bodies together.
The ladies’ restroom in a country and western bar was hardly the most romantic place to take the edge off their insatiable lust, but it would have to do.
“Shut up and fuck me,” she said.
“Yes, ma’am.”
They kissed, tongues intertwined, hands busy stripping off non-essential clothing. Hope’s hands tore at his shirt and undid his belt with inhuman speed. In the tight confines, she felt rather than saw him lift her shirt to get better access to her full aching breasts. Turning her around, he pushed her denim skirt up to her hips. He paused when he ran into her underwear, then chuckled as he read the two words splayed across her backside in fluorescent pink cursive, ‘Spank me!’
“Are these new?” he asked.
“Uh-huh.” She nodded.
“I’ll buy you another pair,” he said as he ripped them apart, then slapped her ass so hard it was sure to leave a mark.
Someone entered the bathroom, and a bubble of noise came with them. The discordant strains of an aspiring karaoke singer were so loud Hope could feel the vibrations under her palms as she stabilised them by planting both hands on either wall of the stall.
She bumped her elbows as they adjusted their position but was confident that, at the least, the brain numbing volume of the music would drown out any suspicious noises they might be making. Not for a moment did she guess they were the first people to fuck in the women’s stall. Copious booze and country music? It was practically begging for it.
The rustle of a condom packet came from behind her. She leaned both forearms on the back of the door, gasping as Xavier took his already hard cock in hand and slowly guided it into her entrance. Her pussy clenched its approval around his length. God, how she would miss this when he went home.
He started to screw her slowly, far too slowly. Her frustration grew along with the butterflies in her stomach. Her name was on that karaoke sheet. Any minute, they were going to call it out, and she’d have to stand in front of a room full of people and embarrass the hell out of herself. Why was she doing this? Something about building her confidence? She wasn’t sure anymore, although it’d seemed like a good idea three whiskeys ago.
The butterflies grew in size and number. She was trying to release tension here, not build it. At this rate, she’d never be able to focus long enough to orgasm, let alone sing worth a damn. She needed to do both. In that order.
“Xavier,” she whispered, “The key word here isquick.”
For once, he complied without another word, and soon she was unable to utter anything else. As he pounded her hard, her hands struggled to maintain their balance with their wild gyrations, but he didn’t relent for a moment. Unsure how long they’d been screwing in the women’s restroom—minutes, hours—she moaned. That made him fuck her harder, faster.
She tried to say something, unsure what, but she couldn’t form the words. She was close, not close enough. Her pussy tightened around his cock convulsively, squeezing him with each stroke.
Outside, the karaoke singer finished his song, and the applause was as enthusiastic as it was loud. Fucking to the sounds of a cheer squad had its advantages. Xavier muttered frantic curse words she knew preceded his coming.
She cried out loud, still trying to ignore the butterflies in her stomach. There were shocked gasps from the other side of the toilet door, their clandestine encounter discovered by a random stranger. Hope didn’t mind. She threw her head back in ecstasy.
Time ticked down. Any minute they were going to call her to the stage. The flutters increased. Her mind was wandering. Xavier was going to have to work harder than that if he was going to make her forget her impending humiliation.
She waited for his shudders of pleasure to quicken before jerking her hips away from his, provoking a harsh moan of complaint.
“What are you doing, Hope—I need you.”
