“I didn’t take you for a freak, Shiloh. And honestly…I was probably a sure thing, anyway.”
The words emerge too thin and breathy for my liking. He hums in response, a gritty thread of sound unraveling in his throat, and without further conversation presses his hips against mine. His erection is unmistakable, and a sudden bright pop of lust bursts through me, so strong I’m dizzy with it.
“I’ll scream,” I whisper, raising my fingers to ghost them over his jawline. It’s bristly with day-old growth, just like Shiloh’s.
He chuckles again, his shadow a hair blacker than the rest of the room looming over me, and a frisson of fearcurls through the desire. “Yeah, you will,” he finally speaks, voice deep and gritty.
I can’t recognize it. But then, it was loud out there, and the acoustics in here are weird?—
“Shiloh, listen?—”
“Enough talking.” Lips descend on mine, shutting me up. I moan at the contact and jolt when a pair of hands come up and roughly squeeze my breasts. He gives a low sound of approval and tugs my shirt up and the cups of my bra down beneath the globes, pushing them up.
I’m shocked at the sheer, undiluted lust that spears through me when his mouth moves to cover and suck one nipple between his lips.
Shouldn’t I be screaming? Am I really just going to let some man maul me in a public bathroomwhen I’m not even sure…? But…fuck that. Who else would follow me inside like this? Who else would be brazen enough to do this?
It’s dirty and it’s hot and I’m just going to choose to believe it’s?—
I lay my head back and groan aloud at the sensation of his mouth and hands working my tits. At the sound, he grabs my hands and turns me roughly to face the sink, slapping each hand palm down on the ceramic pedestal.
“Don’t let go,” he says. “I’m going to fuck you.”
The sound of his belt buckle and zipperfill the space.
I look into the darkness of the mirror I face and try to make out something…any aspect I can…of his appearance. There’s only darkness, though, formless, and without shape.
His hands go to my jeans and yank without tenderness or sentiment until I’m bare, and then he takes hold of my hips and angles my ass higher in the air. Seconds later I feel him, and the harsh scrape of his jeans against my thighs, as he nudges against my entrance. He runs his cock back and forth through my folds, a guttural groan escaping him.
“You’re fucking dripping for it…you want me to fuck you, don’t you?”
I don’t answer. I can’t.
He’s barely touched me, but I feel like I’m about to explode. Like my pussy is a pulsing, ticking time bomb, and the slightest touch will result in detonation. Red wire, blue wire, yellow wire, breathe on that mother fucker the wrong way—it makes no difference.
I need to come, and I don’t want to have a conversation about it.
Using one foot, he wedges my jeans and panties around my ankles, effectively shackling me in place, and teases me with the tip of his cock. I shudder at the feel of his length dragging the skin of my inner thighs with each pass. Yes, what’s he’s doing is intense and intimate and sexy as hell. But it’s the metal bar I can feel with every pass that has me practically begging for it.
He’s pierced, and I want to feel what that’s like. What it’ll do to my orgasm.
His breath comes quicker, and mine turns choppy as he teases me. He continues to dirty talk, until I can’t decide if it’s hot or I want to smack him.
“Oh, yeah. You want this cock, don’t you? Gonna take it so good, aren’t you, sweetheart…tell me you want my cock in your sweet pussy.”
Whichever it is, it’s effective, because I want his cock, and I want it now.
He stops moving, and I want to wail. I try to press my ass back against him, but he places a hand on the small of my back and holds me in place with the other on my hip.
“Goddamnit, please?—”
He rocks against me, entering me with a shallow thrust that has me keening, and the hand on my hip comes around to press against my mound, finding and teasing my clit with unerring accuracy.
“Tell me you want it…” he breathes, his mouth at my ear. “Tell me you want me to fuck you hard and fast, right here, right now, or I’m not going to.”
“Please fuck me.” I sob out the plea, thinking I’ve lost my mind but unable to keep from saying the words. I want him.
He surges forward and into me with one brutal thrust,making me squeal as I slam against the sink and my hands come free. He repositions them.
