“I’m running to the restroom,” she announces and looks my way.
“I’m going to grab more beer before we start the next game.” Fuck, here’s to hoping I’m picking up what she’s putting down.
I probably shouldn’t be hoping that Ford follows me into the bathroom, but my willpower around him lately is slipping more and more. He looks so damn good and smells incredible. The white t-shirt he’s wearing hugs his chest and biceps and every time he’s walked by me tonight, I’ve been hoping he’d somehow brush against me just so I could touch him. It’s crazy how one smile and a sharp jawline can turn me into a puddle every time. I push open the bathroom door and as soon as it clicks closed, a whoosh of air flies at me as the door opens again and I’m engulfed in Ford’s masculine scent as he closes the space between us and cups my cheeks in both his hands and plants a soft kiss to my lips.
“Hi.” He pulls away and smiles at me as my breathing starts to regulate again.
“Ford!” I whisper. “Someone could be in here.”
“If anyone is in here, time’s up,” he calls out as I shove my hand into his chest playfully. There are only two stalls in this bathroom and thankfully, both are unoccupied.
“I haven’t touched you in days,” he huffs in my ear as he walks me backwards, my lower back pressing against the sink. Considering we’re in a public bathroom, I’ve got to admit it’s not as grimy as I would have thought. He runs his hands over my body and pulls at the nape of my neck, making my eyes flutter shut and my head tilt back.
Ford reaches his long arm towards the door and flicks the lock before turning back to me.
“Have you missed me, Princess? Because I sure as hell have missed you,” he growls in my ear. All that comes out is a moan as he slides the straps of my dress off my shoulders and kisses up and down my neck. He unhooks my strapless bra and my breasts bounce free.
“I’ve missed this.” He takes one of my nipples in his mouth and bites gently before sucking hard. I can feel myself throbbing for his attention.
“Ford,” I breathe out and push my body closer to his. He grabs me by the back of my thighs and lifts me on the counter next to the sink. It feels cold on my skin as he reaches under my dress and gently cups me over my underwear.
“Fuck, Abby. Tell me what you want.” I push myself into his hand in hopes he’ll put pressure on the spot that’s craving his touch.
“Please, Ford.” He places his forehead on mine.
“Fuck Abby, you don’t even have to beg. I’ll give you the release you need, and then…” He nibbles my ear as his fingers slide up and down the fabric of my underwear.
“I’ll fuck you so hard, you’ll feel me in that sweet pussy all night, for days, and for only us to know.”
A whimper falls from my throat as he clashes his lips to mine. My hands reach for his jeans at the same time he’s shimmying me out of my underwear and I cry out with pleasure the moment he drives his finger into me.
“You’ll have to be a good girl and keep your voice down, can you do that?”
There’s absolutely no way that’s happening when he has his hand working me like this. I can feel his calloused fingers driving in and out and his thumb is doing circles over my clit sending me thrusting into his hand, ready to explode. He brings his lips to mine and I’m shoving his pants and boxers down to free his cock, stroking in a similar rhythm to his movements on me. I hear a hiss come from his chest as my thumb runs over the head to swipe the precum off.
“Abby,” he says in an intimidating tone.
I lick my thumb that’s coated in him while continuing to stroke him with my other hand. Ford fingers are pumping into me, sending nothing but pleasure through my body. One more flick on my clit and I’m experiencing my first public orgasm at the hands of Ford Anderson and yelling out curses I never thought I would in a bowling alley restroom. Ford pulls me off the counter and pushes me against the wall, he quickly rips a foil package open and rolls it on before he slams into me, hard and possessive. I let out a loud cry and he places his hand over my mouth to muffle out any more of my screams. He moves his hand lower to my neck gripping lightly and I’m surprised at how much I’m loving this dominant side of him tonight. He keeps his hand there, holding firmly but pressing gently as he thrusts into me, each push has me begging for the next.
“You’re so goddamn perfect, Abby.”
Ford brings his hand back to my clit as he moves inside of me, pulling all the way out and then pushing back in, filling me up every time.
“Ford, I’m… I’m so close.”
Within a matter of moments, I’m coming all over him and he empties himself at the same time. He stills himself on the wall as his cock jerks within me, spilling every last drop.
Sliding down his body, he kisses me once more, softly and passionately before steadying me on my feet. My body feels sweaty and sticky, but so fucking satisfied. Ford hands me some paper towels and takes some for himself as we both clean up. I take a quick look in the mirror, pretty impressed with how my appearance stayed intact for the most part. I’ll just fix some of my hair that got a little wild and I’ll straighten out my dress, but other than that no one will know I just had amazing sex.
I look over at Ford wiping some of my lipstick from his mouth. “Checking me out?” he asks, his lips turn up in a smile and I’m immediately blushing at him.
I’m shocked at myself for what we just did. Public sex, who am I?
Once we both feel we are presentable enough, I turn the lock and tell him to go out first after the coast is clear. Giving myself one more glance in the mirror, I let out a deep breath and smile to myself. Was that the most sanitary thing I’ve ever done? No, definitely not. But was it also the hottest and most satisfying? Hell fucking yes.
“Oh okay, so you didn’t get kidnapped, that’s good to know,” Mia yells as she sees me walking back to the lane. I stopped to get some nachos to try and help justify my extended absence. She rolls her eyes at me as I take a seat and a sip of beer.
“Sorry, there was a long line and then I wanted food. Hence, nachos!” I’m pointing down to the food in front of me when Ford walks over and stands behind the chair beside me.
