He shoves a hand up my skirt and grabs my ass.
I break the kiss, breathless. “What are you doing?”
His eyes are dark, the pupils so dilated they’ve swallowed the blue. “I can’t stop thinking of you, of being inside you again. To fuck you until you come so hard.”
I stop breathing completely. “Merc,” I choke out.
“What?” It’s a whisper. He’s looking at my mouth. He’s rock-hard where he’s pressed to me. “Want me to stop?”
I draw a deep breath, face heating. “No, I… wanted to ask if you know any other handy storerooms around here.”
His gaze lifts to mine and he chuckles, the sound low and rich like dark Brandy. “Is this our thing, then?”
“It could be.” My body is wound up tight, burning for his touch. I want him to put his hands on me, his mouth, I want his cock inside me. Never wanted sex like that, never dreamed about it.
Sex with a guy like him.
He lets go of my wrists to drag his hand over my cheek to press his thumb against my lips, until I open up and take the digit in, sucking on it. A sweet groan leaves his throat, deep and tortured.
“Cos.” He curses under his breath, grabs my hand and hauls me away. “Fuck it, CosieCat, I can’t wait another minute.”
“Merc—”
He stops, turns and swings me up into his arms. My yelp is still in the air as he strides purposefully around the corner of the building and into another dark space.
The women’s restroom.
“Merc! You nuts?”
“Nuts for you.” He’s grinning when he lets me slide down the front of his body, letting me feel again just how excited he is. He lets go just long enough to let his bag thud to the ground, and shut the door, then he’s crowding me against the sinks. “Come here.”
I couldn’t care less where we are. He lifts me up to sit on the edge and steps between my legs. I lift a hand to his face, to stroke the faint roughness of his jaw.
But he leans back, parts my legs more, and crouches between them. “I want to taste you,” he says roughly, pulling my panties to the side. I shiver at the feel of having my pussy exposed, to the air, to his gaze.
“Oh…”
“So pretty,” he murmurs.
What is he doing?
His tongue drags down my seam, over my clit, over my pussy, rough like a cat’s, hot like fire, sending jolts through me.
Holy. Shit. I grip the sink not to fall as a moan tears through me. His tongue swipes down again, and his finger pushes into me, opening me up. He finger-fucks me, sucks on my clit, making me tremble. Pressure is gathering in my belly, between my legs, sharp and unbearable. I need to come.
Can’t believe I’m spread-legged in the women’s restroom, hitched up on a sink, with this sexy man eating me up. This isn’t like me. I don’t do public sex. I don’t take risks.
But I couldn’t stop if my life depended on it. Feels way too good, his rough tongue, his lips on my inner thighs, his wicked finger stroking me.
So close, I’m so close, I’m going to… I can’t…
Shit, oh God…
My hand lands on his spiky hair, my head falls back, my legs shake. The explosion starts deep inside me, a wave of fire that makes me gasp. I bite back a cry as I ride his face, coming so hard I see stars erupt behind my eyelids.
Panting, still clenching, I shudder when he drags his finger out and gives my wet pussy one last lingering lick.
He looks up at me, winks and rises to his feet. Placing his hands on either side of me, hemming me in, he gives me a crooked grin. “Okay?”