My heels click harshly on the tiled floor as I rush into the bathroom. The VIP room is relatively empty, so I take advantage of the quiet and run cold water up my arms, hoping to cool myself down. I want to run it over my blushed face, but I don’t want to ruin my makeup. Looking into the mirror, a slow smile spreads across my lips as thoughts of Ryan fill my mind—the way he makes me feel all sorts of wild, incredible things I can hardly put into words.
Taking a deep, cleansing breath, I turn off the water and walk over to grab a paper towel to dry my arms. Once finished, I step into the hall and the hairs on my arms stand on end, goose bumps littering my skin as electricity sizzles through the air. I can’t help the smile that crosses my face.
I know that buzz.
It’s how I feel wheneverheis near.
Sure enough, when I look up, Ryan’s standing in the hall, and my smile widens as I close the distance between us. The hall is empty and dimly lit, giving it an edgy, intoxicating feel that adds to the energy swirling around us.
“You looked like you needed a hand,” he murmurs, reaching out, grabbing my waist, and pushing me back against the wall. Not hard, but with enough force, I hit the wall with an “oomph” and gasp, biting my lip at his dominance. He moves in, running his nose along my neck, his lips slowly teasing my skin, just the way I want.
The way I need.
My hands run up his back under his shirt, his muscles now feeling firm and taut as he presses his body against mine. “You’re just the man to help,” I murmur.
Ryan’s lips kiss along my jaw, making his way back up until he’s face-to-face with me. His eyes lock with mine, and his hips press against me, letting me feel the bulge forming in his pants. I love that I can do that so easily to him.
Licking my lips as the electricity sizzles around us, I run my hand up and into his hair, pulling him to me. Our lips collide in a frenzied kiss. Lips, tongues, and teeth all fight for attention as our bodies grind together. My legs instinctively part as he steps closer between them, grinding up into me, making us both moan into each other’s mouths while we frantically kiss against the wall.
I need him.
Every inch of him.
I don’t care where we are.
Letting go of my grip on his hair, I run my hands down Ryan’s chest and into the top of his jeans, grabbing hold of the denim.I pull on it and move our bodies along the wall back toward the bathroom I just came from.
He laughs but moves with me, seeming to understand what I’m suggesting. I’ve never done this before. I’ve always thought this kind of thing was only ever in cheesy romance novels and R-rated movies, but here I am like a wild, untamed beast about to have bathroom sex with my what?Boyfriend?
I don’t know what we are, and I’m not going to be thinking about that. There’s no point in putting a label on it. All I’m thinking about right now is his cock inside me as he pushes me through the door in a frenzy.
A muted gasp comes from inside the bathroom, but I don’t stop to see who it’s from as Ryan keeps pushing me backward toward a stall. My back hits the door, the contact swinging it open. I move in, and he closes the door behind us, fumbling with the lock as I frantically pull up my skirt. All the while, our lips are still locked in a kissing frenzy.
Somehow, he manages to lock the door, and I push him back against it, breaking our kiss. He chuckles, moving his hands to the hem of my skirt, helping me to lift it up and over my ass. His fingers make quick work of my panties, looping his fingers in the sides and tearing them apart. I gasp slightly, but I’m too excited to make a big deal of that minor indiscretion right now. He’s beginning to make it a habit, and if it continues, I’m going to run out of lacey panties.
Ryan takes my lips with an intensity of need as his hands move from my naked waist to his pants, undoing his button and zipper with ease. His jeans fall to his ankles, and I quickly move my hands to his boxer briefs, tugging them down, and they, too, fall. His cock springs free as we both let out a wanting moan. He pushes me against the stall wall, shuffling his feet along the floor as my back connects forcefully. While chewing on my bottom lip, I feel the energy buzzing between us. This is hot,and the palpable force is surging between us. The chemistry is electrifying as Ryan’s hands grip onto my ass, and he hoists me up. A slight squeal escapes me as my arms instantly wrap around his neck, and he leans me back against the wall hard.
He moves in, the tip of his naked head pressing at my entrance. I don’t care about a condom right now. I need him. All of him. So I tilt my hips forward slightly, and his head eases in just a fraction. We both moan, and he leans in, trailing open-mouth kisses along my throat as he lunges his hips forward, thrusting inside me forcefully, filling me completely. I let out an audible gasp as I feel him inside me entirely, bare for the first time. He feels amazing, and I want it to be like this every time I am with him. Ryan groans, his lips finally reaching mine, obviously feeling the same pleasure I am as he moves me up and down against the wall with each deliberate thrust.
The stall shudders with our fast-paced movements. Anyone in here would know exactly what’s going on, but I don’t care. I just want to be in this moment with him. This isn’t lovemaking—it’s hungry, needy, demanding, dirty fucking, and my God, it’s delicious. Even though I enjoyed the gentler, more intimate moment with him, this harder edge to him is certainly bringing out the unrestrained woman in me, and living on the edge with him is fast becoming my new favorite thing. It takes me to a new height, to a new precipice that I didn’t even know could exist.
Being with Ryan is easy, and having him inside me is an emotional ride that I don’t want to get off. As he thrusts up inside me again, harder, deeper, and faster, I pull back, breaking our kiss, and bring my hand up, grabbing the top of the stall to anchor myself. I’m not being quiet—not this time—and Ryan certainly is joining in with me on the moan factor. He’s being just as vocal as I am. Our moans echo through the bathroom, bouncing off the walls and reverberating back through the stall.
The feeling of being completely joined, without a barrier, is new for our relationship, and in the heat of the moment, it is taking things to a new level, whether we both want to think about it or not.
He pushes in again, rotating, pulling out, then thrusting again, distracting me from my deep thoughts. It’s such a perfect rhythm that my skin slickens with a fine sheen of sweat as tingly bumps appear all over every inch of my body, then shoot down my spine while my back arches off the wall, pressing my chest toward his face. Shutting my eyes tightly, my breath catches. He thrusts deeper, hitting just the right spot, and I explode in a mind-shattering, earth-quaking orgasm that completely rocks my world. I gasp, panting for air as my body goes completely limp, and I fall forward, my head resting on his shoulder.
He thrusts up into me one last time, groaning out loud as he jolts, unloading everything he has inside me. It’s so intense, and I feel everything as he pushes me back into the wall. We both hold each other tight as we come down while continuing to pant uncontrollably. My eyes are closed as I hold him close, and he slowly kisses my neck gently.
My legs are like Jell-O as I softly slide them down from around his waist and back to the floor. When I stumble slightly, he pulls out of me, and I instantly feel the loss, trying to gather my bearings while my limbs regain some feeling in them.
“Well, I didn’t see my day turning out like this when I woke up this morning,” Ryan says, bringing his hand up and caressing my face tenderly, and placing my glasses back on my face properly. I didn’t even realize they’d become crooked.
“Me either, but hell, I kinda like being involved with a rock star,” I say with a smirk as I look down at my torn panties on the floor and sigh. “Although I am going to have to go shopping for new panties soon, mine seem to be slowly disappearing.”
He bends down to pick them up. “Sorry about that,” he says, then pulls up his jeans and boxers, doing them up and placing my ruined panties in his pocket. I roll my eyes as I shuffle my skirt down my legs, feeling the evidence of what we just did coat my thighs.
“Shit,” I murmur without thinking.
