Because something’s taken hold.
Something dangerous.
Something exciting.
And oh god … but I want more.
Quickly, I scampered out of the room, feeling like I would explode without some relief. Leaving the rest of the group, I rushed into the nearest bathroom, hastily running into the furthest stall. Oh god, please let no one be here. Because I needed it that bad.
And in seconds, my hand was on my pussy, the folds slick and wet.
Mason’s image appeared in my mind as I leaned against the wall, fingers pumping in and out at a rapid pace. My juices flowed like a river, making obscene squelching noises that seemed to echo through the bathroom. If anyone else was in here, I’d die. I’d absolutely dissolve into puddle on the floor.
But it was too late.
I didn’t care. The need was too strong, too powerful.
So I did even more.
Another finger slipped in, now pumping three at a time. Still, I didn’t think that even came close to the girth Mason packed between his legs. He had to be a monster, given his height and frame. He’d stretch me to my limits, and maybe even make me go beyond. I could almost feel it, that cock crammed into my tight pussy, making me moan.
Oh god. I was getting close. Very close, even as those fingers moved faster and faster. My fantasies grew vivid as I imagined Mason bursting into the stall and ravishing me. His hands would be around my wrists, pinning me to the wall. He wouldn’t hesitate to ram himself inside of me, taking what he wanted. His lips would press against mine in a rough and forceful fashion. His tongue would show mine no mercy.
Pleasure washed over my frame. It was powerful and all-consuming, bringing me to my knees. I screamed, my mouth opening into a wide “O.” If Mason had truly been here, he would have rammed his cock down my throat, fingers through my hair, holding me in place, shooting his seed into my belly. I could almost taste it. Thick and salty. Or maybe he’d pull out at the last second and decorate my face, marking me as his.
With that thought, I shot over the edge, squirting in climax. My body sank to the ground as I was left quivering. I didn’t even bother to remove my fingers. I liked how they felt inside of me. Nothing, however, would compare to what it would feel like to have Mason’s cock nestled inside, deep in my most private place.
Eventually, I got up, cleaned myself off as best I could, and walked out the door, acting as if nothing had happened.
“Laney, there you are!” chirped Marie again, taking my arm. “You were gone for so long! Come on, it’s time to get back.”
“You’re right,” I said in a casual voice. Oh god, hopefully no one could hear the tremor. “Hamster wheel it is.”
My co-workers milled about, laughing and chatting like nothing was wrong. But to me, it was obvious. My face was flushed. A heavy female musk rolled off my frame in luscious waves, the evidence of my secret session.
But no one knew. It was my secret, my first session with Mr. Evercore. Maybe it was imaginary, just a figment of my imagination … but oh god, I hoped there would be more.
CHAPTER THREE
Laney
Exiting the prison compound, I stepped into the bright glare of sunlight, squinting my eyes.
“Bye Laney,” chirped Marie, skipping away. “You came with Mark, right? I came with Josh, we’ll meet you back at the office.”
My eyes rolled discreetly. Of course. Marie had a crush on Josh, so she wanted to have some “private time” with him, even if it was just chatting during the ten minute drive back.
Meanwhile, that left me with Mark. Ick. The man leaned against the hood of his car like he was Danny Zuko from Grease, except nowhere near as cute.
And nowhere near as magnetic as Mason. My thighs still rubbed stickily against one another from my session in the bathroom.
Mr. Evercore would know what I’d done.
He’d realize in an instant, those blue eyes devouring my sweetly heaving frame.
But instead I had Mark.
My stomach turned as he narrowed his gaze in my direction. Unlike Mason’s deep blue eyes, Mark’s were pale and glinty, like a nasty ferret.
“Everything alright?” he asked, raising an eyebrow in my direction.
“Yeah, of course,” I said with a smile.
“Well, you spent a long time in the bathroom. I just assumed,” his voice trailed off.
“Assumed what?” I asked archly. “Indigestion? Unnamed female problems? No Mark, I’m fine. Let’s just get back to the office.”
He chuckled.
“Totally hear you, girlie. This place sucks. I can’t wait to get out of here. What the hell were they thinking, organizing volunteer work at a prison? Seriously, I’d rather be picking garbage off the street.”
Subtly, his eyes dropped to the hem of my skirt before rising back up along my body, drinking in every hill and valley.