His desires were seductive, and Summer desperately wanted him to follow her.She’d give anything to feel Knox inside her.Which was absolutely crazy.Even crazier than the fact that she was walking into the bathroom because he told her to and closing the stall door behind her without saying a word in case someone overheard.
Luckily the restroom was empty.Of course, she wouldn’t have done anything if there’d been anyone inside.
But his voice in her ear was so commanding, so sexy, so tempting, she did what he asked.“I want you standing up.Put one foot on the toilet lid and pull your skirt over your hips.”She did as he told her, raising her leg, thankful for her earbuds so she could set down the phone.Slowly raising her skirt, the sweet scent of her arousal drifted up to her.
“Slide one finger into your hot little pussy.”He seduced her with his words, with her own desires.“Tell me how wet you are.”
She eased a finger inside herself, feeling her body grow moist at his order.“So wet,” she murmured, her voice low.“Wetter than I’ve ever been.So wet your cock would slide deep inside me.”
He growled, a savage sound that thrilled her.“Now rub that sweet, tight clit of yours,” he whispered in her ear.
She rubbed, stroked, circled.And moaned softly.
“How does it feel?”
She allowed herself only one word.“Good.”There were so many other ways to describe it—utterly glorious, mind-boggling, tantalizing, amazing, but she could manage only that one.
Then another slipped out.“God.”Before she clamped her lips shut.
It was crazy.It was overwhelming.But it was so damn good.Her pussy throbbed in time with his voice in her ear, whispering, egging her on, turning the heat up with his dirty words and his dirty thoughts.The explosion started like the first rumble of an earthquake when you didn’t know exactly what was coming.It built inside her until her whole world was shaking.So good, too good, wildly good.
She gritted her teeth and absorbed the waves with nothing more than a soft moan.
But he knew.“You’re coming now.And it’s hard to keep quiet.You want to scream.You want to beg me to fuck you.”He was so right, and his voice shook as he said, “Christ, you’re so damn hot.I can almost feel your sweet little pussy squeezing my cock.”
The words rolled over her, dragging her down with imagery and sensation.She loved it all—the dirtiness, the kink, the risk.
And most of all, she loved Knox’s voice on the other end of the line.
He saton a bench outside while she drove him crazy with her quickened breath, her moans, her delectable sounds.He could muscle his way into the women’s restroom, follow her into that stall, and take her right there.
“You need me to fuck you right now, don’t you.”It wasn’t even a question.
“Yes,” she ground out.
It was an incredible sensation, the need deep in his groin, his heart pounding loudly, her sweet little moans in his ear, and the kinky risk that at any moment, one of these ladies—pushing a stroller, jogging by, taking the dog out for a ramble—could walk in on her.And he knew she loved the thought of that too.That was the beauty of dreams versus truth.It was the risk they enjoyed, not the reality.
But no one entered the small outbuilding.
And he whispered into the phone, “You are so fucking good.”
“You’re crazy for getting me to do that.”
He wished he could have been a fly on the wall watching her.“You’re crazy because you loved it.”He thought he heard a rustle—maybe her skirt coming down.“But you liked it, didn’t you?”
“You know I liked it.You heard me.”The sound of running water, then what he thought was a paper towel being pulled from its holder.When she left the bathroom and stepped into the sun on the path, her skin was flushed.Even after that climax, her nipples were hard as if she needed more.
And he needed more.She didn’t even cast a glance over him as she walked by.He stood to follow her.“You know, you have the sexiest little sway to your ass when you walk.”
He heard her laugh in stereo.
“Are you following me with a hard-on?”She dipped her head as someone passed her.“That wasn’t exciting enough for you?”
“I’m hard enough to pound into you right now.But I came prepared.I’m actually wearing a long T-shirt that covers up my harder-than-steel erection.”
She turned slightly as if she wanted to see him.A jogger tripped as she passed, the sight of her pert nipples in profile making him fumble.She was still working her charms, and Knox didn’t care that he was following her like a salivating puppy dog.“When did you first have sex?”He was dying to know.A woman like her would have started early.He was sure she’d always loved sex.
“I was fifteen.”She sat on a bench, crossing her legsBasic Instinctstyle.
