“I can’t,” I state with finality. “Let’s not make this more than what it was.”
“And what was it?” Emmett questions softly, shooting daggers at me.
I clear my throat. “Meaningless sex.”
“You can either walk your sexy ass out of here or I can carry you.” He takes a step forward, closing the small gap separating us. “What’s it gonna be?”
“I need to use the bathroom first,” I say, my mind racing with ways to bail on our spur-of-the-moment date.
“Good choice.” Emmett grabs my hand and shoves through the horde of club goers, leading me into the bathroom.
The occupants gape at us, astonished looks on their faces.
“What the hell are you doing?” I hiss at him. “You can’t be in here.”
“Pardon my intrusion, ladies.” Emmett dips his head, acknowledging the startled women. “My girlfriend isn’t feeling well.”
He tugs me into the last stall and locks us inside.
“Get out.” I push at his chest. “I can’t use the bathroom with you hovering over me.”
In a flash, he pins me against the stall wall, my arms high above my head. “I’m going to be seeing a lot more of you, so get used to it.”
“I have to, umm… clean myself,” I explain, embarrassment burning my cheeks. “I can’t do that with you in here.”
“I’ll help you.” Emmett shifts my wrists to one hand and drags my thong to my knees with the other.
“Are you going to fuck me?” I pant, my aching pussy ready to receive him again.
“Yes.” He hooks two fingers deep inside my sluicing wetness. “But first, I’m going to feed you.”
“Oh God.”
Emmett scissors my tight walls, stretching me wide. “Does the naughty little vixen like that?”
“Yes,” I whimper, dropping my head onto his shoulder. “Yes, yes, yes.”
He pulls free of my weeping body, leaving me bereft.
“No!” I shout in desperation. “Please, don’t stop!”
“We can’t let this go to waste,” Emmett mutters, pushing the glistening digits into my mouth. “Open wide.”
I greedily lap our combined essence from his fingers, savoring the tangy saltiness exploding on my tongue.
“Good?” he rumbles.
I moan, nodding my head in answer.
“There’s more.” Emmett rips the thong from my body then holds the semen-drenched gusset to my lips. “Lick,” he orders me.
I submit to his will without a second thought.
“Your obedience gets me so fucking hard,” he growls, spinning me around.
“Hurry,” I beg him, bracing my hands on the stall wall. “I want you inside me.”
Moments later, he fills me to the hilt and it’s paradise in every sense of the word. He grunts and snarls, relentlessly propelling in and out of my silken sheath. I cry out, my eyes rolling to the back of my head. The symphony of our colliding bodies echoes in the bathroom, leaving little doubt to what’s taking place inside the last stall. I hear the jokes, laughter, and snide remarks, but I’m too far gone to feel ashamed.
