Before I could heed my warning, I heard the click of a door opening. “Bathroom’s free,” another patron said as they walked by, not paying either of us any more mind.
I let out a breath and slowly glanced over at the open bathroom door. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Wesley turn his head in the same direction before we both looked at one another again…
I didn’t know if I stepped and stumbled in or if he pushed me, but a moment later, we were inside, and he was locking the bathroom door as his lips crashed against mine. The kiss was hard and demanding, as rough and savage as it had been last night, almost as if we were both pissed off it was happening again but too consumed and stubborn to stop it.
I didn’t even question why I was doing this again because all I could focus on at that moment was the way my body was once again thrumming with need. And he was there, his lips on mine, his handseverywhere, seemingly willing to take care of it. And when he backed me against the wall and pressed his body against mine, I couldn’t help the quiet moan that escaped me when I felt the evidence of his arousal, thick and hard.
My hands immediately fell to his belt, tugging at it with graceless rapidity to get it undone. Before I could finish, he spun me around and shoved me toward the sink. He met my gaze in the reflection of the mirror, his eyes as wild and reckless as mine as he reached around and yanked the button of my jeans open with practiced ease before shoving both them and my underwear down over my hips so they crumpled to the floor.
His hand reached around again, sliding between my thighs, and his eyes never left mine in the mirror as he stroked a finger against my clit. My lips parted with a breathy moan as my body shuddered, and a cocky grin graced his lips. “You’re fuckingdrenched.” He pushed a finger inside of me, and I moaned again when he curled it. “That really contradicts your whole ‘it was a mistake’ rant, now doesn’t it?”
“Fuck you,” I breathed with a mix of irritation and pleasure.
“Oh, I plan to, sweetheart. I never start something I don’t intend to finish.” I bit back a whimper of protest when he abruptly pulled his hand away, and then I heard the soft clang of his belt and the rustling of fabric behind me. “Grab the sink.” His voice was a low, rumbled command, and without even thinking, I did exactly what he said, gripping the edges of the porcelain.
I watched in the mirror as he brought a foil wrapper to his mouth and tore it open with his teeth. I wasn’t sure where the hell he even got the condom—probably his wallet again—but I couldn’t complain that he was once again prepared. A moment later, he kicked my foot to force my legs wider as he gripped my hips and tugged them back toward his. A soft gasp left me, and my fingers curled tighter around the porcelain in preparatory anticipation when I felt the head of his dick press against my entrance.
Our gazes met in the mirror again, and that seemed to be all the permission he needed. My eyes slammed shut as my body lurched forward, and I bit down hard against my lip to stifle my moan when he pushed into me with a powerful thrust.
“Fuck,” he all but growled as he pulled out, only to slam back in.
He set a faster pace than last night, probably because we were in a public place and, similar to the night before, time was a luxury we didn’t really have. It was only a matter of time before a drunken patron stumbled down that hallway, needingto use the space we were currently occupying for the purpose it actually served.
I dropped my head forward with another moan, pushing back and meeting him thrust for thrust as he brought me closer and closer to the edge. His fingers threaded through my hair, and he yanked my head back and forced my back into an arch, pulling a whimper out of me from both the sting and the new angle.
The sounds of my moans that I was struggling to keep quiet, his stifled grunts, and skin meeting skin mingled with the muffled music coming from outside and filled the small space of the bathroom as he fucked me hard and fast.
“Look at me,” he ground out, his hand still fisting my hair. My eyes opened, meeting his in the mirror again. “I want your eyes on me when I make you come.” He reached around with his free hand, his fingers finding my clit as he continued pounding into me.
“Oh, God!” I gasped as my body jerked from the sensation.
My legs started to tremble, and I could feel the base of my spine begin to tingle and stiffen. “That’s it,” he groaned as I began to tighten around him. “Just let go and come for me.”
He thrust once, twice, three times—white light burst behind my eyes, and his hand fell from my hair and slid over my mouth to muffle my sounds of pleasure as I fell apart. I barely registered his strangled groan a moment later as he came, his body slumping against my back as his hand fell to the sink to keep himself from collapsing against me entirely.
“Christ,” he panted, his breath rustling the hair by my ear.
I slowly lifted my head, catching my reflection in the mirror as I worked to catch my breath; my neck and cheeks were flushed, my lip was red and swollen from sinking my teeth intoit, my shirt was pushed up to my waist, and my hair was a goddamn mess.
Wesley raised his head, and a lazy smile tugged at the corner of his lips when his eyes met mine in the mirror. “Never again, huh?”
“Shut up,” I breathed.
“There you go again with that ‘shut up’ nonsense. You really need to learn to be more grateful.”
“You’re such an ass.”
He chuckled as he stepped back, drawing one last breath from my lungs when he pulled out of me. I quickly turned and crouched down, grabbing my discarded underwear and pants and pulling them back on while he did his thing.
I moved back to the sink, washing my hands before trying to fix my hair to appear normal and not like I was just fucked in a bathroom.How did this happen again?I could barely keep eye contact with my reflection, almost like I was too ashamed to face myself. I’d said never again…and then folded faster than a wet paper bag for reasons I couldn’t even begin to explain. I couldn’t blame alcohol because I’d only had two drinks all night. The only plausible thing I could come up with was that I didn’t get it all out of my system last night. I mean, it was a quickie, just like tonight. So, maybe after two, my stupid body would register the task as complete.
Wesley buckled his belt as he looked at me. “So, until next time?” He smirked, his voice teasing.
“There will be no next time.” I shook my head. “This…whatever the hell it was—what last night was—cannot and will not happen again.”
“Ya know,” he began as he moved behind me in the mirror, fixing his appearance with a quick tug on his shirt and a handthrough his hair, “I think I’ve heard that before. And when you said it last time, it didn’t work out too well for you, did it?”
“I’m serious,” I said as I turned to the door; I opened it and peeked through the crack, making sure no one was standing there before opening it wide enough for me to step out. “Thiswill nothappen again.”
