I waited in the last stall with the door unlocked. Only one other was occupied, most guys using the urinal. A minute later, someone tentatively opened the door. I shimmied back, leaning over the toilet so Henry could squeeze in and shut the door.
My text had just said to meet me in the last stall, and his brow was furrowed as he peered at me, waiting. We both wore our unzipped team jackets, which were full parkas. I thrust my arms around his waist, drawing him close to whisper right in his ear.
“I need you one more time.” I felt a shudder run through him, but his arms still hung at his sides. I slowly licked the shell of his ear, making him shiver before I whispered again. “I know we said this morning was it. But I was too tired. One more time. I was rock hard half of that flight imagining it. Imagining you here with me. Our secret.”
He exhaled a shaky breath, slipping his hands around my waist, his fingertips stealing under the hem of my tee to brush my lower back. He leaned away enough to see my face, his gaze flicking between my eyes and mouth. I bit my lower lip, slowly releasing it.
“Don’t you want me?” I asked, barely a whisper.
After rolling his eyes—which was fair—he rubbed his erection against mine through our team track pants.
I couldn’t hide my grin. “You can’t resist me.”
Henry kissed me roughly in response, pushing his tongue into my mouth and swallowing my groan as he shoved me against the door. My laugh was muffled by his lips.
“Be gentle with me!” I whispered.
It was definitely a joke, but he immediately paused inches from my mouth. We were panting, and I was about to drag his head close, but then he tenderly brushed our lips together. He drew back, staring at me with his typical seriousness. It made my heart flop like a dying fish on dry land.
We didn’t have much time, so after more kissing and tasting, I broke away, a string of spit connecting our mouths for a second as I demanded, “Fuck me. Right here. Hard.”
I could see him about to argue, the concerned frown creasing his face. I reached back and guided his hand into my underwear so he could feel the waiting lube. His eyebrows shot up, and I grinned again.
Scandalizing Henry was my favorite.
I leaned close to his ear again. “I’m ready for you. Fuck me one more time, and I promise I’ll be good.”
He ran his finger around my hole before dipping in. I pulled the condom from my pocket, and his resistance evaporated. In record time, he had me turned to face the toilet, our pants around our knees as he slammed into me.
Even though I’d prepared for it, I couldn’t contain my sharp, loud gasp. Henry slapped his hand over my mouth, and hell yeah. I nodded vigorously, reaching up to press my hand against his for a moment, letting him know I wanted it there. Then I braced myself on the mercifully clean and white tile wall.
There were still sounds of people in the bathroom, the odd flush and running water. With his left hand tight on my hip, Henry gave me the hard-hot-fast fuck I needed. I panted against his palm, staying as silent as possible, his breath warm on my neck.
We had to get our bags, and everyone would wonder where we were, but it felt too good. I jerked myself roughly, coming into my hand when Henry lightly bit the side of my neck. He thrust a few more times and emptied into me.
Kissing the spot where I’d probably have a slight bruise from his bite, he held me tightly, releasing his hand from my mouth. We quickly cleaned up before I squirmed around to face him. He was flushed and beautiful, and I brushed back the swoop of his bangs before gently kissing his cheek.
“Thank you, sweetheart,” I murmured, even though now we were supposed to be all business. Maybe after one more kiss?
I didn’t have to convince him since Henry was already taking my face in his hands and kissing me like there was no tomorrow. Which there wasn’t. There was practice and concentration and competing at our very best.
And only one of us could win.
Reluctantly, we separated. “Okay,” I whispered. “We’re good, right? We’ve got this. It’s fine. This was just—I don’t know. Whatever. Starting now, it’s all about the Olympics. We’re good.”
Henry nodded, then leaned in and pressed a tender kiss to my cheek. His lips lingered for a heartbeat. Then he squeezed out of the stall. I waited a few minutes until I could breathe again.
Luckily for us, the airport was busy, and suitcases were only starting to tumble out onto the conveyor belt. We’d be going to the Village on team buses, and I waved to a few people I knew at the next carousel who’d arrived on a flight from the States.