“We shouldn’t be doing this,” she says, though it’s more of a moan.
“Why not?” I ask, nibbling on her neck.
“Because we could get caught,” she says.
“I locked the door.”
“What if someone comes looking for something? Extra liquor,”
“It’s stocked,” I say, kissing her collarbone.
“Toilet paper,” she says.
“Also stocked.”
“Us,” she says, and I pull back.
“The only person here who cares about where we are is your brother. And he is too busy networking with Joe from Untamed River Brewing. Which means we are in the clear. Now come here.”
Before she can protest again, I pull her against me, and my mouth crashes into hers hard. Her body finally stops resisting, and she gives into the kiss, her body melding against mine like butter. As the kiss goes deeper, I reach under her dress, grabbing her ass. She rakes her fingers down my chest, untucks my shirt, and slides her hands underneath, groping my torso.
“Fuck,” she shudders, and I feel it too. The want and need are too strong, silencing any voices in my head telling us we shouldn’t be doing this. Then her hands go to my belt, unbuckling it frantically.
I take that as a green light and slide her lacy panties down. As she works to unbutton my slacks, my fingers explore her pussy, which is already wet.
“Fuck me, baby girl,” I groan into her. “You need to come?”
“Yes,” she says, pulling my cock from my slacks. She pumps her hand over the length of it, one, two, three quick times, making it even harder. A hot breath escapes my lips at her touch, and I wish in vain that we had more time. But right now, I’ll take what I can get. Sneaking around knowing we could get caught is pretty fucking hot.
I look around and find a deep freezer. It’s against the wall, so I pick her up and set her on it. Harper leans back and spreads her legs. I grab her by the thighs and yank her towards me. Then I kiss her, slow and soft.
“Just relax,” I tell her, and she nods. As eager as she is, this is only her second time, and I still want to be careful. I used my fingers to warm her up a little, making sure it won’t be too rough. Then I slide my dick slowly inside of her.
“Fuck,” I groan as her pussy closes around me, and she gasps. “God, you feel so good,” I tell her as I slowly slide in and out of her.
Harper’s hands clasp my shoulders as we move, finding a rhythm that relaxes her enough that I can tell she is enjoying the feeling of my cock inside her, while also tensing around it with each thrust.
“Ash…” she murmurs, and my dick hardens even more. Just hearing her make that sound is enough to get me off.
I pick up the pace, and she gasps again, but it’s a good gasp. It makes her lips part and her eyes wild. She clenches the cotton of my shirt in her hands. It’s going to be wrinkled. It’s going to look bad. I don’t give a single fuck.
“Yes,” she says as my hips continue to crash against hers, daring to go deeper and further. I can feel her tensing around me as the orgasm nears. Just knowing she is going to come sends my body into overdrive and as if on cue, we get off at the same time.
Harper lets out a cry that neither of us expects, and I cover her mouth with my hand. It’s easier for me to grunt quietly than it is for her to scream silently, but I can’t say that I hate it.
I pull out and situate myself in my pants again, tucking my shirt back in and running my hands through my hair.
Harper stands up, her legs a little wobbly, and I bite back a smile. She fixes her dress and hair, and I smile at her.
“We should get back out there,” she says, reaching for the door.
But I stop her, pulling her back against me. “Hold on,” I say. She searches my eyes, and I smile down at her, pressing my lips tenderly to hers. “You’re gorgeous,” I say, and she melts into me.
We open the door, and the coast appears to be clear, so I pull her by the hand. Quietly, as if someone is going to hear us, I close the door behind me.
“Ash,” she whispers, “Your pants are unzipped.”
“Shit,” I say with a smile. But as I go to zip it up, my smile fades. The men’s bathroom door opens, and Daniel walks out.
