Knock. Knock. Knock.
I hear the sound of feet nervously shuffling on the other side of the door.
“Laur,” I lean as close to the door as possible in hopes she can hear me. “I knocked three times like you told me to. Open up.”
The door opens just a sliver before Laur’s hand darts out. She grabs my shirt and frantically pulls me into the bathroom.
“Did anyone see you?” she whispers.
“The coast was all clear.” I close the distance between us and pull her body to mine.
She releases a weary breath, putting her head on my chest. She’s obviously nervous so I start slow and steady. Lifting her chin, I plant a soft kiss on her delicate lips. The second my lips leave hers, she yanks me back to her, kissing me like she’s never kissed me before.
Her kiss is electric with this newfound hunger that instantly has my cock pulsing. Her tongue slips past my lips, eagerly searching for mine.
Breaking our kiss, I trail kisses along her jaw and neck, nipping and biting as I go.
“I want you,” she whimpers, pulling at the button on my jeans. In one swift fluid motion, I shift Laur so her back is to my front.
“Good,” I breathe into her ear, softly sucking it. Her breath grows rapid as I slowly trace my fingertips along the v-neck of her shirt, grazing her breasts.
My other hand finds the top of her jeans, skimming along the fabric’s edge teasingly.
“Please,” she lets out a quiet whine.
“Please what,” I murmur. “Tell me what you want.”
Without uttering a word, she unbuttons her jeans.
“Use your words, Lauren. Tell me.”
“Put your hand in my god damn pants,” she begs, “then bend me over and fuck me.”
“Yes, ma’am.” My hands are at the front of her jeans, helping her to ease them down her legs.
The second I touch her pussy, a moan ravishes from her throat, sending me over the edge. I claim her mouth with fire, my tongue tangling with hers in a reckless dance.
I slip two fingers inside of her, already wet with need for me. My fingers move slowly in and out of her pussy while my other hand cups her breast.
“More,” she groans into my mouth. Her teeth sink into my lower lip making me lose it.
My finger come away wet with her need. Unbuttoning my pants, I lower them past my hips, one hand wrapped around my cock.
“Put your hands on the sink and bend over.” I stroke myself, not taking my eyes off of her as she arches over for me. The sight of my girlfriend leaned over the bathroom sink, legs spread and waiting for me unleashes the heat I’ve been holding back. My self-control out the fucking window.
I line my cock up with her entrance, placing one hand on her ass. The head of my dick barely touches her but I can feel how ready she is for me.
“Holy shit,” my voice is a low growl. “You are so damn wet.”
“I know. Now see how dripping wet you can make me,” she gasps as I thrust into her in one quick movement,
Her words ignite something deep inside me. Or maybe it’s the feel of her slick walls around my cock. I drive my hips to meet hers over and over.
“Lucas.” My name sounds like a wicked sin coming out of her mouth.
Her hips start to move in rhythm with mine. A guttural groan rises from my chest as I press deeper into her pussy.
“I’m so close,” she cries out softly. My hand flies to her mouth to make sure she stays quiet. We are in public after all.
