“Take these pants off,” I command, slipping my hands under her jersey and stroking the soft skin of her waist just above the band of her pants.
“Not happening,” she pants against me.
“Excuse me?” I pull back from kissing her neck and stare at her, confused.
“First of all, our best friends are right outside this door. Second… Corey, if I take these things off, they’re not going back on. They’re sort of one and done.”
“Stupid fucking Spanx,” I groan, choosing instead to grip her hips hard, grinding her down on my thigh. She moans loudly, and I chuckle. “You better be quiet, Bex. Otherwise, our friends will know you’re getting off in here.”
Bex whimpers against me. “Corey, please,” she begs. I know what she’s begging for and I’m going to get her there.
“Go on, baby,” I groan as Bex begins to eagerly writhe her hips, rubbing her Spanx-covered cunt against my thigh. “Use me to feel good. Take whatever you fucking need.”
“It feels so good, Corey. Oh my god,” she groans into my neck.
I could do this all fucking day. Bex holding onto me, moaning in my ear, grinding her pussy against my thigh, the scent of her arousal flooding my senses—there’s absolute magic in this moment. Something I have never felt on a film set, not one fucking day in my long career.
Her hips grind faster, harder, and I lick a trail from below her ear, along her jaw. As I capture Bex’s mouth with mine again, I can feel her trembling. “That’s it, Bex,” I moan against her mouth. “Be a good girl and come for me.”
Bex trembles, then shudders against me. Her arms are still wrapped around my neck and her fingers are tugging hard at my hair. It hurts, but it feels so fucking good at the same time. Slowly, I slide my leg from between hers, causing Bex to slide down the door, slumping back against it for support.
There’s a soft knock at the door and I say, “Give us a minute.”
Bex leans forward, panting against my chest. “I have never, ever finished that quickly in my life,” she says.
I run my hands up and down her back, then her arms. She shivers against me, and I bring her tighter against my chest, holding her. “I hope you know that was the first of many tonight,” I murmur as I press a kiss to the top of her head.
Another knock at the door, a bit harsher this time.
“I’m going to murder our friends,” I groan.
Bex laughs and reaches up on tiptoe to place a soft, intimate kiss to my lips. “Let’s make up some excuse and ditch them and the game.”
Laughing, I nod. “Now that is a perfect idea.”
Chapter 16
Bex
As we emerge from the bathroom, we’re welcomed by a sarcastic round of applause from our friends. My face burns with embarrassment, but Corey’s arm wrapped around my waist brings me strength.
Ally and Britney stand next to the bar, where Christian is shaking up cocktails. Ally breaks the awkward silence as she says, “Bex, did you tell Corey about the new photo printer you bought for the youth center?”
I give Ally a grateful smile and turn to Corey. “I forgot to tell you—”
“You mean you weren’t sneaking him into the bathroom to tell him? What else could you possibly have been doing in there?” Christian says sarcastically, barking out a laugh.
Corey glares at him, but I pat his arm gently. “It’s fine. They’re just messing with us.”
It takes him several seconds before he refocuses on me. “Tell me about this printer,” he says.
So, I tell him about how I’ve saved up some extra tip money to purchase an affordable but decent portable printer. There were several nicer, higher end models but, given the youth center has no funding to contribute to equipment or supplies, the kids are making do with what my tips can afford.
“I can’t wait for the kids to see it,” I say, unable to keep the enthusiasm from bubbling up in my voice.
Britney sidles over with her drink and says, “It’s gonna be so much easier to put on an art show now, right?”
My smile falters a bit, but I nod anyway. “Now that we can print their photos, of course, yeah.” Hosting an art show, or even having a dedicated gallery case, at the center has always been a dream since I started volunteering. But both would cost even more money than the printer, so in reality, those dreams are still far off.
