I pull out of her grasp, grab my bag, and head toward the restroom.
My head is fuzzy, eyes in a daze. The neon glow of the signs above the one-stall restrooms is hazy. I reach for the door handle and barely recall pushing it open.
I don’t know what spell he has me under, but I’ve never felt this disoriented after someone kissed me. I’ve never had this much euphoria swimming around my body, so much anxiety just thinking about later seeming to hold me back.
I’m nearly nauseous with it.
God,lookat me.
I look like I’ve already been fucked. No wonder Jasmine was quick to send me to the bathroom to straighten myself up. I’m flushed, hair frizzed under my hat, eyes wild and dilated like they refuse to go down.
Holy shit.
I hang my head and try to take an even breath, but it’s rough and ragged.
My hands are pressed against the countertop when I hear a soft tap on the door.
“I’ll just be a minute,” I call out.
The knock sounds again, and this time, I swing the door open wide, ready to tell the person on the other side to give me a fucking minute to piss, when I see Nick.
His gaze is dark, mouth agape. He looks as bad as I do. Like he’sstarving. Ravenous. Eager and hopeless.
And the moment our eyes lock, I know I can’t wait.
I grab him by his shirt and yank him into the restroom with me. His hands latch around my waist and my neck. I quickly hit the lock on the door, and he takes one look over my face before kissing me hard.
It’s chaos.
It’s an unnatural battle between us as if we’re trying to figure out who can devour the other faster. I don’t want or need him to slow down, not as he grabs my ass and pulls my skirt up. Not as my hips hit the sink behind us and my legs hike around his waist. I can feel his dick pressing against my abdomen, and I need him inside me. I’m weeping at the thought of waiting, my pussy fucking throbbing with anticipation.
He’s sucking on my tongue and biting my lip. I reach behind me for the zipper on my skirt, feet on the floor again. I just need it pulled down so I can get to these damn stockings. It loosens, and Nick reaches his hands up my skirt to grab the elastic band and pull. His short nails drag down my sides as he strips me, taking my panties down, too. I separate from him just to take one of my boots off, and as he drags the stocking and panties off that leg, his mouth moves to my throat.
I start to press my hands against the countertop, but Nick has my ass in his hands already. He lifts me onto the counter before I can do it myself. He slips a hand between us, fingers finding my dripping pussy, and he groans into the crook of my neck.
“Fuck, angel. How were you going to work like this?” he asks in a low whisper.
I roll my hips into his touch, trying to keep quiet and not let everyone in the bar know I’m about to get railed in this bathroom. “This is your fault.”
He snickers into my neck. “Yeah, it is.” He straightens and kisses my nose, his eyes so dark that there’s barely any blue left. “Are you on birth control?”
Finally, a gentleman.
I nod and reach for his pants. “God, yes,” I breathe, unbuckling them.
I’m so busy trying to free his dick that I barely notice him pulling my underwear off the other foot. It’s hard concentrating with his thumb on my clit, with the pressure he’s making meweak from. Shit, I need him inside me before I come on his fingers.
“Nick.”
He takes his fingers from inside me and yanks my hips toward him, making my head hit the mirror. It rattles, but right now, it could break, and I wouldn’t care.
He has his dick in his hand, and the way he’s stroking it as he looks at me makes my mouth dry.
“Shit, you’re stunning,” he says, precum spilling over my black panties in his fingers. “Open for me.”
I drop my jaw, and he stuffs the underwear he just wiped himself with into my mouth.
“I can’t have you getting us caught,” he whispers.
