“Just so you know, I’m here under duress,” he laughs, cocking his head.
“Like hell you are.”
I let him unbutton my shirt, and when he can’t get all the buttons undone fast enough, he rips down the middle so theygo flying everywhere. “Austin!” But my pleas die out as he cups my tits and I free him from his jeans, shoving them down to his knees. His hard, thick cock in my hand feels like home. Jesus, this is so fucking bad. What kind of captain am I? First day on the job and I’m fucking in the bathroom with my… Well, yes, he is my husband.
I feel out of control, but also clear-headed at the same time.
He cups my pussy through my pants. “I’ve missed this.”
“I thought you were getting on your knees?”
He smiles wickedly. “No time for that. I’ve got a sack full for you right here.” He nudges his hips forward as I tighten my palm around his cock. “Fuck, yeah.”
“Shhh!” I place a hand over his mouth and he bites the edge of my little finger. Then he spins me around, so I’m facing the wall and he yanks my bra down, cupping my tits from behind.
I groan, my head resting back on his shoulder as he plucks my nipples. “Shit, oh god.”
He fumbles with my belt, frees it, and unzips my pants. Then he lines up between my legs and pushes inside. He stills, letting me adjust and my, oh my, it’s like he never left. Filling me so full, I gasp, pressing my palms into the wall, sticking my ass out even farther because I need more.
“That’s it, feel that cock inside you, Willow? This is where I belong. Say it.”
“No.”
He pulls out, then rams back in. “Say it.”
“It’s just s-sex.”
“No, it isn’t, we need to stop doin’ this.”
“Stop doing what? We’re in the bathroom having unprotected sex on my first day as captain and you’re yapping about it.”
He repeats his earlier hip thrusts, and I need more, so much more. “Stop beatin’ around the bush. I want another shot with you, Willow. Whatever it takes.”
“Aust, it isn’t fair to do this while we’re—” He thrusts again.
“Who are we kiddin’? I’ve been tellin’ you this for years, not just when we hook up.”
“Fuck me, Austin.”
“Say please.”
But he doesn’t wait for it. He pistons those hips back and forth as my eyes roll into the back of my head. He’s right. I can’t escape him, and maybe a part of me knows that. A big part. I miss him. I missus. The good times. Hell, even the bad times weren’t that bad.
I want to say I’m sorry. I want to beg him never to leave again, but the words won’t come out.
His hand reaches around and he rubs my clit, sending me to seventh heaven. I’m coming in seconds. Our fucking isn’t loud, but our pants and his grinding is so goddamn hot. “Yes,” I whisper. “Yes, Austin.”
“Husband.”
“Husband,” I repeat. It shocks him because he jolts for just a fraction of a second.
“Say it again.”
“H-husband.”
“Fuck, baby.”
I’m so close to coming again when I hear, “Willow? Are you in here?”
