I’m great at blowjobs, but I want more. I’ve never been a good at deep-throating a cock, but I’m just drunk enough that I don’t care. The next time I dive down onto his cock, I don’t stop. I move up and down, angling myself so that he slips down into my throat, and suddenly Peter’s hands are in my hair and he’s cursing under his breath as he holds on. His hips are moving, thrusting, but slowly, gently, and I know that he’s trying to hold himself back. I release him, hauling in a breath, and I look up. “You can,” I say. “You can fuck my mouth.”
He pulls me to my feet with a growl and I’m against the door again, his mouth on my skin. “I’m going to do that. But I’m going to do that when I can take my time and enjoy it. And you’re going to enjoy it too,” he says in a tone that has me dripping. “But I haven’t touched you in three days and I’m going to fuck you now. And then I’m going to take you home and fuck you again.”
I can’t breathe, gasping as he licks down my throat, nipping at my skin and pushes my dress aside so he can touch my breasts, dipping his mouth to taste me and holding me still until my nipples are hard and pebbled under his tongue. I push my hips into him. “I thought you were going to fuck me.”
He grins, “I didn’t say I couldn’t have a little fun.” He runs his tongue across my nipple one more time, slowly, his eyes meeting mine, and I shiver. “Turn around,” he says, and I do.
I grab onto the top of the stall, and Peter flips up my skirt, running his hands over my ass. I’m not wearing anything but a thong, but I wish I hadn’t worn anything at all. His fingers dip inside my panties and I moan because his fingers slip across my entrance and my clit because I’m so wet. There’s a crinkle of a condom, and Peter pulls my hips back towards him, so my arms are stretched to keep my balance and he pushes in, barely giving me time to breathe.
“Oh shit,” I say, because even though it’s only been three days it feels like a lifetime and I feel like it’s perfect. I’m fucking Peter Holleman in a bathroom stall and it’s the best moment of my life. And he is fucking me, thrusting hard and fast and deep and oh god it feels so good. Slick friction, perfect, pleasure rising, I close my eyes and feel, letting him push me closer to the door until I’m trapped between him and it, and I can’t move and I don’t want to move, and now I’m that girl saying yes yes yes while the bathroom is echoing with the sounds of sex.
And that’s when Peter’s hand slips into my panties again, and he circles my clit with his fingers. I’m so wet that he keeps slipping, pressing harder, and every touch takes me higher, makes me wetter. Suddenly my orgasm is rising like a wave out of nowhere, zero-to-sixty and I’m moaning, and I can barely find the words in my brain to tell him that I’m there. “Please,” I say. “I’m close.”
“Me too.”
His other arm wraps around my waist while he teases me, holding me against him while he fucks me, and then suddenly I’m coming, and it feels like the world goes white. I throw my head back, my cry echoing off the walls, and I’m shaking while pleasure blazes through me, bright and perfect and sizzling and gone all too fast. And seconds later Peter’s coming too, groaning into my neck. “God, yes, Amber.”
He doesn’t let me go, and we come to stillness with his fingers still on my clit and his cock still buried to the hilt. “That was…”
“Amazing,” he finishes for me.
“I don’t want to move.”
The dark chuckle that comes from him leaves shivers on my skin. “There’s more where that came from, we just have to get out of here.”
We’re still entwined, and I’m very aware of how much he’s filling me up. “Any more awkward conversations we have to have before we can leave?”
He laughs again. “No, I think we’re in the clear.”
“Good.”
Slipping out of me, he gets another moan, and my arousal flares, because I want more. “Greedy?” he asks, mouth on my skin again.
“Yes,” I say, fixing my dress. “Yes. And fast.”
“Okay, I’ll get the car.”
I grab my bag from the hook off the door. “You need to wipe your mouth, and I need to fix my lipstick. But you leave first, and I’ll follow.”
“Good,” he says, but before I leave the stall he grabs me around the waist again and whispers in my ear. “I’m very happy we made up.”