The Game That Breaks Us (Us 3)

“I thought I was in charge?”

“You are.” I go in to kiss her again.

“And yet you’re already trying to get me naked.”

I shake my head. “Just the coat. It was in my way.”

“In the way of what?” She challenges.

“This.” I grab her ass and she laughs, wrapping her arms around my neck.

“You’re ridiculous.”

I kiss her to shut her up. She kisses me back with fervor and the heat between us grows. I haven’t gotten to hold her like this since that night at the hotel. It seems like there’s always someone around us and we never get a moment alone.

Grace moans into my mouth, and it’s the softest fucking sound I’ve ever heard, almost like a cat’s purr. Her nails rake through my hair and she wraps her fingers around the strands, pulling my mouth down to hers. Her tongue tangles with mine and I groan as I hold myself back. I want to rip her clothes off and fuck her hard and fast, but I’m putting this in her hands. I won’t push her to do anything she’s not comfortable doing.

Her hands tentatively move down my chest to my stomach. She curls them under the fabric of my sweater and pushes it up and over my head. I’m wearing a shirt beneath it and she makes quick work of getting rid of that one as well. She glides her hands over my bare skin and my abs contract from the touch. She bites her lip and I know she’s thinking deeply about what she wants to do next. It takes all my willpower not to touch her, or kiss her, or do something, but this is for her. Not me. This is her chance to be the bad girl. To take what she wants.

“We have to hurry,” she whispers.

I startle at her words. “Do you really want to do this?” I ask her, gliding my fingers over her cheek. “We don’t have to.”

I don’t normally give her an out when I’m making her do something ‘bad’ but this is something I would never force her to do.

She nods. “I want this. Please don’t make me beg.”

She doesn’t have to ask me twice. I crash my lips to hers and she undoes my belt. I pick her up and back her against the wall. She wraps her legs around my waist and slides down my pants. I set her down long enough to grab a condom and put it on. She’s in a skirt so that makes is easier. I pick her up again and move her underwear to the side before sliding inside her. I want to push in hard but this is only her second time so I move as gentle as I can.

She breathes into my mouth. “You’re not going to break me. Fuck me.”

If she’s trying to kill me, it’s working.

I move hard and fast. I don’t make love to her the way I did the other night. A public bathroom isn’t exactly made for slow sweet fucking. You either fuck as fast as you can or you don’t fuck at all.

She holds onto my shoulders, her fingernails digging in so hard I wouldn’t be surprised if she doesn’t draw blood. She pants loudly and small cries leave her parted lips.

“Keep going,” she encourages. “I’m almost there.”

I bite her lip and the heat

in her eyes nearly sets me on fire. “You love this, don’t you?” I kiss her deeply. “You fucking love the thought of someone opening that door and seeing my cock inside you.”

“Yes,” she gasps, her eyes hooded with desire.

My fingers dig into her thighs and she clenches around my dick. I know she’s close and I fight my own release so she can have hers.

Finally, she comes, and I groan into the skin of her neck as I come too.

Her whole body quakes in my arms and I hold on tight so that she doesn’t fall. She lowers her legs from around my waist and little beads of sweat dot her forehead.

“That was…”

I silence her with a kiss. There are no adequate words for what that was.

She rights her clothes while I get rid of the condom and pull my pants up. My shirt and sweater lay scattered on the floor along with her coat. I pick them all up and hold out her coat to her. I slip my t-shirt on and tuck it into my pants before putting on the sweater.

Grace looks me up and down. “We look like we just fucked in the bathroom.”