“Your cousins are watching us like we’re crazy,” I told him.
“We’re not crazy,” he told me. “What we have is new and we’re in love.”
I didn’t correct him on the ‘in love’ statement, because that was freakin’ true. It’d been mere weeks, but I was totally and completely in love with him. Hook, line and sinker. Head over heels. Shamelessly and irrevocably.
There was no getting out of it, either. I had a feeling that my attachment to the man would only grow.
The moment the door closed behind us, I found myself in a familiar position.
Back pressed against the wall, and his weight holding me upright, as he ground himself against me.
The thunder overhead boomed and he smiled.
“One more time for the road,” he growled.
I licked my lips and then nodded. “Has to be quick.”
He slowly started to ease his hands up my legs, and I’d never in my life been so happy that I’d worn a dress.
I’d wanted to look pretty as I sent him off, and by looking pretty I’d made this having sex in a public bathroom thing pretty easy.
His hands moved up until they came to a stop at the curve of my ass, and he grinned. “Thong. Didn’t think you’d torture me this way when I’m leaving.”
I leaned forward and teasingly bit his lip. “Panty lines, Hoax. They ruin a dress.”
He shoved my thong to the side, and suddenly his fingers were dragging along sensitive nerve endings.
“Maybe you should wear jeans while I’m gone.” He suggested.
I bit my lip and pulled back, my eyes alight with humor. “Yeah?”
He pushed one finger inside, and my mouth fell open on a gasp.
“Yeah,” his voice sounded rough. “I don’t want anyone noticing what’s mine when I’m not here to defend it.”
I shifted my weight, or tried to, and caused his finger to slide just a little bit deeper.
My breath caught.
“Why must you always torture me?” I asked, pressing kisses to his face.
His mouth. The tip of his nose. His bearded jaw. His eyebrow.
He tilted his mouth in my direction and I pressed my lips there, intending it to be a chaste kiss like the rest of them.
It wasn’t.
It turned out to be Hoax taking advantage and thrusting his tongue inside my mouth.
He fucked my mouth in unison with his fingers press inside my pussy. Soon, my mind was a swirl of pleasure and need.
I pulled away with a gasp, drawing a much-needed breath.
“Damn.” I panted.
His mouth went to my neck, sucking and licking, and I knew that I’d have multiple love bites tomorrow.
Something to remember him by.
The sound of his zipper going down was loud as hell in the quiet room, and I started to squirm, anticipation of his fat cock filling me full.
“Jesus, you undo me,” he said. “Sometimes,” he picked me up higher and moved me until his dick was at my entrance. “All I can think about is this.”
He filled me in one smooth glide, gravity doing the job with laughable ease.
I was so wet that it didn’t take much on his part to get me where he wanted me.
I experimentally clenched around him, trying to adjust to his invasion.
It wasn’t an easy thing. He was big, thick, and hard. There was no getting used to that.
But, did the size of him stop me from squirming and eventually bouncing without his help? No.
I couldn’t help it.
He felt good.
So. Fucking. Good.
“Christ,” he laughed, starting to lift me up. “You feel magnificent.”
I agreed with him. He felt good, too.
Too good.
I was going to miss him.
“I’m going to have to buy a dildo that matches your size.” I snickered. “It’s going to have to be a big one, too.”
He thrust up inside of me, almost too hard, and growled against my ear. “Nothing but me will be filling you ever again unless I’m the one to put it there.”
I shivered at the finality in those words. He meant every single word.
“But how will I keep myself satisfied while you’re gone?” I teased. “My fingers combined don’t add up to your girth.”
Then I wiggled my fingers against his neck, causing his muscles to tighten and then unclench.
He squeezed my ass. “Don’t care. You can use your measly fingers or your whole damn hand, just like I’m going to have to do, but nothing else.”
I dug my fingernails in slightly at the mention of him doing it, too.
The idea of his hand shuffling over the length of his cock? That was enough to send me over the edge.
I arched into him and shattered into a million happy Pru pieces.
My eyes had closed during the euphoria, and only when I heard him grunt into my ear did I pull my face away from his neck and watch him come.
His eyes caught mine, and something crossed between us. Something monumental. Something that would stay with me forever.