“Dove…” It’s a strangled lament, and his hand stops. “I’m sorry?—”
“No.” I quickly step forward, just inside the stall. “Don’t stop. I… I want to see you.”
My neck is hot. My cheeks burn, and I can’t believe I said it out loud. I’ve never been so bold, but I want this.
He holds my gaze for a burning second, then he turns slowly, causing my eyes to widen as I take him in fully. He’s gorgeous from behind, but from the front…
“Oh my god,” I whisper, taking another careful step closer. “You’re perfect.”
His broad shoulders are rounded. His long hair hangs wet to his shoulders, and a thin patch of dark hair covers his defined chest. Lines stripe the muscles in his stomach—I knew there were eight—and in his hand… His cock is so smooth and big, filling his large hand.
He takes a step closer, a grin curling his lips, and my heart beats so hard, I can barely breathe. “Touch me.”
My tongue slips out, wetting my bottom lip, as I stare at his erection. He releases it, and it points right at me, hard and strong.
He steps closer, and I reach out a trembling hand,allowing my fingers to softly touch him, to curl around him. It’s soft yet hard and dark pink, and it has a thick vein on the side.
I glide my fingers along the shaft, and his head drops back. He exhales heavily as my fingers curl around him.
“Yes…” he whispers and his hips start to rock, moving it back and forth in my hand. “Just like that.”
His deep inhale tremors, and he exhales a low noise, agroan. My entire body is on fire. I look up, and his eyes are closed. His throat moves in his muscled neck, and he’s pure sex. He’s gorgeous, luxuriating, and I’m holding him in my hand… or trying to.
“It’s so big,” I whisper. “Show me how you like it.”
His chin lowers, and our eyes meet again. A lusty smile curls his lips, and his hand covers mine. My fingers don’t meet around his thickness, but his over mine do.
He threads our fingers, and he moves our hands up and down his cock in time. It’s slippery-smooth from some kind of lotion, and I put my other hand on his broad shoulder, bracing myself as he picks up speed.
Another quivering inhale passes his lips, another deep groan rumbles from his throat, and wetness floods my core. He moves our hands higher, to the tip, rapidly sliding them up and down as his jaw flexes.
“Dove,” he murmurs. “Feels so good.”
My knees are liquid, and I swallow the thickness in my throat. I want to kiss him. I want to put my open mouth on his skin and taste him. I want to take off my clothes and put my naked body all over his. I don’t care if the girls are waiting for me.
Just then his mouth opens, and he lets out a higher, slightly strangled grunt. His entire body flexes, and he turns to the side, pointing away from me. My hold slips, and Iwatch as he jerks, huffing moans as jets of white come spurt from the tip.
It continues a bit longer, and he tugs a few more times. I reach out to put my hand on his waist, sliding my fingers forward to touch a bit just below his navel. I trace my finger in it, and our eyes meet again.
He reaches up and puts his hand on the side of my neck, pulling my face to his and parting my lips. My eyes close as he walks me backwards, pressing my body against the dry wall behind us.
His thumb is on my chin, and he opens my mouth. His tongue finds mine, curling and stroking. His mouth moves mine, pulling my lips with his. My hands are on his elbows, holding his arms, doing my best to keep up as little whimpers scrape from my throat.
“Fuck,” he whispers, resting his forehead to mine. “What are you doing here? I thought you had some wedding shit to do…”
“I do,” I’m nodding, my eyes closed. “I-I was supposed to be getting champagne…”
He kisses my lips again, and I reach up to touch his square jaw. I don’t want to stop this. It’s all so delicious and perfect and sexy. It’s our first kiss.
Lifting his head, he looks down at my eyes. “You’d better head on back, then. They’ll wonder where you are.”
“I’ll tell them you were here, and I had to help you with something.”
He huffs a laugh. “Every man likes to be spoiled, Tara Dove.”
“God, don’t mention my mother at a time like this.”
“She put us here.”
