14. Dominic #4
This is the part where I regain control, walk out of here, and put a stop to what’s about to happen. Instead, I reach out and pull her toward me. I glance down at her from my position towering over her, taking in her beauty from this angle.
June reaches around, her hand finding my already growing erection through my pants. She grins and stands taller to bring her lips to mine. “Make it quick.”
“Oh, love, I’m anything but quick.” I run my hand up the nape of her neck and onto the base of her skull, gripping her hair and tilting her head up to look at me.
Our eyes lock onto each other, and I realize, if I’m going to back out, this is the time.
She meets my mouth with hers once again, sealing the fate we already decided when I stepped foot in this bathroom.
Hell, when I walked into this bar. I was a fool for ever thinking any differently.
June breaks away, flipping herself over and unbuttoning her shorts, tugging them over her delicious ass.
She spreads her legs as far as her discarded clothing will allow, and reaches forward to hold onto the single sink basin.
“You going to fuck me, or should I do it myself?” June looks at me through the mirror in front of her.
“You wouldn’t.”
“Don’t tell me what I would or wouldn’t do.” She raises her right hand from where she was holding on and shifts it toward her pussy.
I reach around and grab onto it as she slides her middle finger down her slit. “Mine,” I growl at her.
“Then act like it.”
How on Earth is it possible that I am such a feared man and here she is, nearly a foot shorter than me, a tiny little thing, half my age, calling the shots like she runs the place?
And why is it so fucking hot?
I cower behind her, gripping her thigh and grazing my mouth over her wetness. I give myself a quick taste, sighing at how fucking delectable she is. Just as I remembered from our time spent together in that other bathroom.
She pulses in response and lets out a sigh. “I don’t have all night.” June holds a condom between her fingers out to me.
I take it from her, biting off the corner of the wrapper and spitting it onto the ground while simultaneously taking my other hand and gliding two digits against her clit, rubbing in a circle, and dipping them into her pussy.
What can I say? I’ve always been rather good at multitasking.
Once I’m sheathed, I remove my soaked fingers and step closer.
Her hair brushes against my face, the scent of it a mixture of citrus and honey.
I press myself into her, the tip of my cock aligning with her hole, pushing through the tightness and spreading her to fit me inside.
She lets out a moan, dragging my hand up to her face to cover her mouth.
The other I keep on her hip to steady her into me.
I go easy for the first few thrusts, letting her body get adjusted to the fullness, but the second I sense her tenseness diminish, I pick up the intensity.
June reciprocates, slamming herself down onto my shaft and moaning against my hand.
A knock rattles the door, stopping us completely mid-motion.
“June, you okay in there?” Jack, her boss.
I slide my palm down her lips and rest it against her throat.
“Yeah,” she calls out, her voice faltering. “Just changing my bandages. I’ll be right out.”
“Okay.” He lingers for another second. “Mister bourbon neat disappeared, but he left his jacket behind.”
Her gaze flicks to me in the mirror. “He could have stepped outside to make a phone call.”
I rock myself back until the tip is barely in, and then forward, slowly moving my cock inside her again, not wanting to spare another second because of the interruption.
June tips her head up, enjoying the renewed friction. She tightens around me, her climax building with each steady motion.
I slither my hand along her side and around her front, slipping it under her bra and covering her breast. Pinching her nipple, I place my other palm over her mouth, thrusting deeper into her taut pussy, not caring at all about the man inches away on the other side of the door.
Jack adds, “Yeah, you’re probably right.”
June moves her body into mine, my cock growing harder in response. She manages to reach for the faucet, turning it on and giving us a little bit of a sound barrier for our forbidden sexcapades.
The sound of Jack’s footsteps let us know that he finally walked away.
I lean into her and whisper in her ear, “Come for me.” I slow my pace but maintain the depth, sending her spiraling into climax, mine following in tandem, exploding together in beautiful chaos.
I ride out the wave with her and pull myself free, sliding the condom off and tossing it into the wastebin.
June pulls up her shorts, securing her outfit and washes her hands.
“Well, that was unexpected,” I tell her.
She turns, dropping the paper towels she used to dry her hands with on top of the used rubber.
“And meant nothing.” She pats my chest. “Don’t forget that.
” June reaches for the handle of the door.
“Wait a minute before you follow me out.” She leaves me behind without another word, only continuing to show me just how she cannot be tamed.
And further instilling how badly I want to make her mine.
Both a contradiction and yet here I am, willing to do whatever it takes.