Page 55 of Time To Learn

“You like it rough, baby?” she asksme.

“Fucking love it,” I moan as she takes a firmer hold on me. I lean my head back and close my eyes for a moment, enjoying her touch.

“Good. Time to play a little, then.”

Thankfuck.

The loudness in my head clears. My eyes spring open as I hear the sound of her zipper, and I watch as she tugs at her black skirt. A lustful groan rumbles from my chest when she pushes it down, revealing black, skimpy underwear.

Quickly, I grab her by the hips and turn her to face the counter. I grin as I take in our reflection.

“Hold on,” I warn as I mould her arse in my hands. Her breaths come faster as she spreads her legs. She’s definitely no stranger to a quick tryst in a public place.

Good. That should make it easier to get this over and donewith.

Impatient, I push her thong away, baring her arse, and I tease her pussy with a finger. When I run it down, she moans and her slick heat makes my cock twitch.

“Yeah, this is just what I need,” I whisper as I find a condom in my pocket. I free my cock with one hand as I keep finger fucking her. Her moans, and the glazed look in her eyes, make me swell withneed.

“Got to make sure you’re ready, baby,” I whisper as I taste the skin of her neck. In one easy, practiced move, I tear the condom wrapper away, and quickly put iton.

“I’m ready,” Hannah pants as she leans over the sink, pushing her arse closer tome.

“Good.” I line up my cock at her entrance and slam inside her. “This will be as rough as you want it, Hannah,” I pant. Taking a chance, I slap her arse, and blood rushes to my cock when I feel her pussy clench aroundme.

Then we stop talking altogether as I fuck her. The harder I push inside her, the more I see Laura in my mind—and the more I imagine that it’s her I’m fucking instead. Just as my thrusts become quicker, harder, I even believe that she’s there, watching me, as I look up from Hannah’s arse. I frown, closing my eyes, but then brush it off as my imagination running wild, when I look back into the mirror, finding nothing except Hannah’s reflection staring back atme.

Hannah’s soft cries grow louder, urging me on, and as warmth runs through me, I throw my head back on a long moan, thrusting one final time as Icome.

Breathing like mad, I give us both some time to come down from the high, before I pullout.

Now that my need is stilled, I feel like a fucking idiot.

We dress in silence, and I avoid the questions in Hannah’seyes.

“Thanks,” I mutter as I walk to thedoor.

“Sure. Anytime.”

Her voice is breathy, confident, and I just nod. As she stops next to me and turns the key, she curses.

“Fuck! It’s broken.”

My heart stops beating and a sinking feeling fills mygut.

“What?” I frown.

“See?” She wiggles the handle as she turns the key again, and nothing happens. “I best tell Peter so he can sort itout.”

“Fuck,” I breathe.

DidLaura see me fucking Hannah?

Maybe it wasn’t my mind running wild when I thought I saw her reflection in the mirror.

Shit!