One More Weekend (Sapphics in the City #5)

31. Sy

31

SY

I couldn’t hop off the stage fast enough, needing to make sure the woman who’d sat next to Jenna was chill and not making anything weird.

Jen was a gorgeous woman, so it was pretty normal for someone to give it a shot but something about it made my heart race now. The person who’d taken my spot seemed completely harmless and yet my pulse was throbbing in my head.

Trying to play it cool, I walked over and smiled. “Hey.”

“You did great up there.” Jenna wiggled her eyebrows before introducing her new friend. “This is Dana, she was just keeping me company while you were gone.”

Maybe the lights were casting a strange hue on Jenna's face, but I could have sworn she was blushing as she introduced us.

Dana stood up and shook my hand. “Nice to meet you, Jenna told me all about you.”

“Oh, really?” I couldn’t stop myself from smirking, knowing that my friend loved to gossip.

Leaning closer, Dana nodded. “You should lock her down, she’s a real winner.”

I scoffed as Dana walked away. She was right, of course I knew she was right. But we were six weeks away from Jenna leaving New York and I wasn't sure I could handle that heartbreak.

Resting my arm on the small wood table lining the wall, I shrugged. “Your new friend is very presumptuous.”

Jenna pursed her lips as she narrowed her eyes at me. “Is that so?”

At that moment, I knew they’d conspired to make me a little jealous. But if that was true, Jen wasn’t trying to stay away from me. And if that was the case, maybe we did have a chance.

So I decided to push my luck.

“Yeah, she said I should lock you down and claim you.” I winked.

Breaking out into laughter, Jenna’s head rolled back and rested against the wall. My eyes darted to her exposed neck, wanting nothing more than to let my lips meet the skin and nipple on her.

“Well, maybe you should.” Jenna finally managed, her eyes meeting mine with a narrowed determined gaze.

Tilting my head, I pushed it further. “I could take you to the bathroom right now. I’d claim you there.”

Not missing a beat, Jenna nodded. “Then do it.”

Fuck, that’s hot .

I wasn’t about to let her get the upper hand, so I reached down and grabbed her hand. Leaving my beer on the ledge, I guided her through the crowd toward the bar bathroom which was conveniently just under the stage speaker.

As we approached the door, someone swung open the door and held it open for me.

I gripped the wood in my hands and made room for Jenna to pass me.

It wasn’t until I closed the door behind us, dropping the small metal latch into the eyelet that Jenna started to question me, “You’re really going to fuck me right here?”

Nodding, my heart pounded and my center throbbed at the thought. In one swift motion, I lifted her onto the counter and undid the distressed jeans.

I paused long enough to meet her eyes, the clear blue still sparkling in the dim light. “Last chance to back out.”

If I took her here, like this, I wouldn’t be able to stop myself again. We were ripping off the bandaid and we’d have to find some sort of solution in the next six weeks because pretending the connection wasn’t real sure as fuck wasn’t working.

Shaking her head, Jenna clenched her jaw. “I don’t want to back out.”

Note taken. One shot and a few sips of beer weren’t enough to cloud either of our judgments, not after we’d taken a completely sober leap just a week ago.

I stepped forward, pressing Jenna’s body into the sink, and planted my lips on hers.

Moaning as my tongue slipped into her mouth, Jenna melted into my arms. She lifted herself up to the vanity, leaving her ass just barely on the counter.

I used my body to spread her legs, making room for myself between them. I reached for her jeans, unbuttoning them in one swift motion.

Following suit, Jenna did the same to mine, shoving her hand under my boxers as she felt for my clit. She rubbed wide circles around my throbbing bead, groaning as she felt my slick excitement slip out from my lips.

I gripped the edge of the sink, my knuckles turning white from the pressure as I grinded my hip into her hand.

Pulling back the fabric of her panties, I went straight to her center. One night with her was all it took for me to memorize what she liked and now I thought about it every time I looked at her.

As we caressed each other, moving quickly as someone pounded on the door, I felt my whole body shivering with pleasure. Jenna’s finger slid down from my clit toward my entrance, teasing it without going inside.

Whimpering into her shoulder, I pulled her hips toward me. I applied a more targeted pressure to her clit, slipping underneath her hood.

Jenna tried her best to hide her moans in my neck.

The speaker outside switched songs, forcing us to stay completely silent long enough for the music to pick up again. But I refused to stop touching her, wanting to take in every piece of her as I fucked her.

My muscles tensed against her fingers, no longer able to hold off from reaching my climax. Instead, I took a deep breath and let myself release. I shook, my movements slowing as I came.

But as soon as the rush passed, I went back to focusing on Jen.

She followed closely behind me, her fingers digging into my sides as she pushed her hips into me and let herself feel the tips of my fingers on her throbbing clit.

“Fuck.” Jenna whimpered into my ear as she finished.

A giggle came over both of us as we tried to catch our breath, desperate to look like we hadn’t just fucked in the bathroom.

Like we were about to get caught, Jenna and I quickly zipped up our pants and washed our hands. I kicked the toilet handle down with my sneaker, hoping it would do the trick. But honestly, I knew that it would be obvious to whoever was waiting outside. The smile on my face was way too massive to hide.

Instead, I put my hand on the doorknob and looked back at Jenna. “Ready?”

She nodded as I pushed the door open. Just then, a familiar song started to play over the speakers and Jenna seamlessly made her way onto the stage.

I leaned against the wall near the bathroom, watching as she took the stage and started to sing as if I hadn’t just made her come against the sink just a few feet away.

But I couldn’t stop myself from beaming up at her. A part of me hoped that six weeks was enough time, that we could experience everything we needed to before Jenna took off.

Because if it wasn’t, I might just be stuck in this moment for the rest of my life.