“I didn’t say you should stop,” he whispered.
“What happened to your knuckles?” I asked, not sure what else to say.
His smiled widened. “Come with me.”
“Where are we going?”
He stood, still holding my hand. He nodded to the bartender, who nodded back. He started to lead me by the hand toward the back of the bar, passed the pool tables, and headed toward the bathrooms.
“Where are we going?” I asked again. He looked back and grunted, his face serious, and his eyes filled with passion. I knew I should probably stop him, but there wasn’t a single part of me that really wanted to turn back.
He pulled me around a corner, and pushed the door to the men’s room open. There was a guy washing his hands at the sink as Rex pulled me into the room.
“Out,” Rex said to the guy. There was a beat, and then the guy nodded, and left. I was shocked at his audacity, but also at the guy’s willingness to obey. There was something magnetic about Rex that demanded you listen to what he had to say. If he decided to say anything, at least.
Rex grinned at me. I could feel his heat and closeness in the small space. He pressed his body against mine, his hands on my hips. I could feel his muscles through his shirt, and smell the sweat on his skin. It was sweet and musky, and I felt myself growing hot and excited at his touch. He leaned forward, and before I could speak, he kissed me. His lips moved softly at first, and after a moment his kiss turned hard and hungry, as his mouth opened and his tongue ran rough against mine. I felt myself open up to him, his strong body hard and huge against mine.
He kissed me against the sink for half a minute, his hands wrapped firmly on my hips, and I ran my fingers through his thick hair. He pulled away, and then pushed me toward a stall. I opened the door, overwhelmed with excitement, as he followed me in, locking the door behind us. We pressed into the stall together, the tiny space forcing our bodies into contact, and he put his hands against the wall just above my shoulders. Boxed in, he grinned at me.
“Do this with all the girls?” I asked breathless.
“Only the spoiled ones,” he replied.
I grabbed the back of his head and kissed him hard as punishment, our lips crushed together, and I heard him grunt his approval. I felt like I was starving for him, and my mouth worked against his as my hands roamed down his muscled chest and abs. I found the button on his fly and pulled it open, ripping the zipper down behind it.
He pulled back from me and pushed my shoulders back against the stall. His body flattened against mine, pinning me with his heat. I could feel his hard cock against my thigh and I was surprised at its girth and size.
“Slow down there, spoiled girl,” he growled at me, deep green eyes full of desire.
“You don’t seem like the slow type,” I replied.
His lips found my neck and slowly he kissed his way up toward my ear. I threw my head back, savoring his touch and the tingling sensation that ran over my skin.
“You don’t know me,” he whispered. I pulled my face back and looked him in the eyes.
“Do you want me to?” I asked.
There was a moment where I thought he might answer. What he might have said floated between us, the possibilities growing in all directions, but the silence stretched on. Instead, he leaned forward and kissed me lightly again, then stronger. I felt his hands cup my ass and squeeze, forcing my wet mound against his crotch. I shivered from the pleasure it sent through my clothes, and our mouths opened hungrily again.
I had never done anything like that before. He seemed much more at ease with making out in a bathroom stall than I was, and I couldn’t help but think he had done it before. His right hand roamed down my body and slipped into my shorts. I felt his rough fingers rub my soaked cleft over my useless panties, and he growled again in my ear.
“Soaked already, miss prissy,” he said. I let out a small moan as his practiced fingers worked my spot, sending waves of pleasure through my spine. His lips found my neck and throat again, and I ran my fingers through his thick hair. I couldn’t think about anything but his body, and how badly I wanted him to take me. In that moment, I knew I would have done anything for him, and let him do anything to me. I was melting in his embrace, losing myself, and I loved every second of it.