“I’m going there in a minute. Your mom needed me to stop by to meet someone for work.”
That makes sense. Still, the words make me deflate. There was a tiny part of me that hoped she was here because she changed her mind about having a repeat of the other night. But, of course, she’s only here because of my mom. My presence is irrelevant.
“You ready to go?” Beth asks sweetly as she rests her hand on the small of my back.
“Yes. Yeah.” I swallow, acutely aware of Harlow’s proximity. Beth smiles, and there’s a twist in my stomach. I discreetly pull away from her touch. “Actually, sorry, can I use the bathroom real quick?”
“Of course, I’ll be waiting for you here.”
I nod and mentally prepare myself as I turn toward Harlow. Only … she’s not there. I swivel my head around and don’t see her anywhere. My heart drops, but it’s for the best.
While washing my hands, there’s a knock on the bathroom door.
“One second,” I call.
Another, louder knock comes.
“Seriously?” I scowl at the locked door before yanking it open. Ready to tell whoever this impatient asshole is, I’ll be another second, but the words die in my throat. Harlow is standing there. Her eyes narrowed, lips pulled down in a frown, and there’s this cute little annoyed crinkle in her forehead.
“Bathroom emergency?” I ask wryly.
Harlow checks down the hall, then shoves her way into the bathroom. She whirls me around, pinning me to the wall. Her mouth smashes against mine in a hungry kiss. I still under her touch, frozen by shock, until my body reacts faster than my brain. I match her intensity and pull her body tighter against mine. Harlow’s hands clutch my face. I lift my leg, wrapping it around her waist. Her hand trails down, palming my breast, before grabbing ahold of my thigh. She presses her body into my center, and it rips a loud moan from my throat.
“Shh,” she whispers with a sexy little smirk. “Unlessyou want all your parents’ friends to know what you’re doing in here.”
“What—Fuck, Harlow,” I rasp. “What’re you … I thought you didn’t want to hook up again?”
“Do you want to talk or do you want to—” She sucks on my throat, and I groan.
“That. Definitely that.” I roll my hips into her.
“Can you be quiet?” she asks.
“Y-yes.” My hands roam over her chest. My fingers find one of her nipples and squeeze. She groans, her eyelids fluttering shut. She palms my ass and takes my mouth in a hungry kiss. My core is on fire.
“I need to feel you inside me,” I say. “Please, Harlow.”
“You’re so pretty when you beg.” She shifts back to make space between our bodies for her fingers. Hiking my dress up above my hips, she deftly slides my panties to the side and sinks a finger into my wet heat. I gasp, then moan, and she covers my mouth with her free hand.
“You have to be quiet,” she says in a voice that demands obedience.
I nod, squeezing my lips together as Harlow pulls out to rub tight circles against my clit. Wrapping one arm around her back, I grip her shoulder and brace myself against her as my legs shake.
“You are so fucking wet,” Harlow whispers. “You’re dripping all over my hand.”
She pinches my clit, and I whine. I have to bury my face in her throat to muffle the sounds.
“Is this what you thought about?” She plunges two fingers back inside me. “When you touched yourself?”
“Y-yes,” I gasp.
Harlow groans against my ear, the sound sending its own wave of pleasures down my spine. My thighs arequivering, my core tightens as my orgasm builds fast and hard.
“Don’t … stop.” I bite down on her shoulder.
She angles herself lower to thrust deeper inside me, and that does it. I’m tumbling over the edge. My lips part in a silent scream as my orgasm rocks through me.
I’m panting and boneless, if Harlow wasn’t holding me up, I’d collapse to the tile floor. Slowly, she eases out of me and presses her fingers, soaked with my arousal, to my lips. I take them in my mouth, meeting her eye, as I clean her fingers, sucking and swirling my tongue along the length of them. Her gaze is desperate and full of pure sex as she watches the little show I put on for her.
