Chapter 11
The best thing about having a penis is sharing it with people who don’t.
—Quaid to Ellodie
QUAID
I could cut the sexual tension between us with a knife.
By the time she was asking me which toilet brush I wanted, I couldn’t take it anymore.
Pulling out the ones that looked like they could be fancy yet still useful, I tossed them into the cart, then caught her hand and the cart’s handle and started to guide us away.
“Hey, there’s still paper towel dispensers!”
I left the cart at the end of the aisle and said, “We’ll have to come back.”
I guided her out of the HomeGoods and into the mall, unsurprised to find it a whole lot busier than where we just were.
“Where are we going?” she whispered furiously as she tried to keep up with my long stride.
I reluctantly slowed down, even though I wanted to do anything but.
“To a place that I can get you alone for a few minutes,” I admitted openly.
She closed her mouth with a snap and sped up right along with me.
We went through a crowd of teens who looked like they were shady as fuck, but for once my cop brain didn’t kick into gear. It was focused on one and only one thing.
The bathroom at the end of the hall to my left.
We turned, and she started whispering furiously. “Where are we going?”
“There’s a bathroom at the end of this hall,” I admitted. “No one ever uses it because it’s hard to find.”
And sure enough, it was empty.
Pulling her into the room and closing the door, I slammed the lock home, then turned to her.
She was already shimmying out of her shorts.
It was the middle of June, and hot as fuck out, warranting the entire population of Texas to wear shorts. I shouldn’t be this affected by them, but the moment she’d come out of her room wearing them and a tank top tucked in, I’d been on edge.
Seeing her now, realizing that she was wearing a onesie type thing that clipped closed around her crotch, my cock stretched fuller.
She reached down to unbutton, but I stopped her by placing my hand on her wrist.
“Allow me,” I murmured, a growl in my voice.
She looked up at me with those navy-blue eyes and offered me her body with a wave.
I reached forward, tugged her by the arm, and twisted her until her back was to my front.
ThenI went to work on the buttons between her thick thighs.
“Spread your legs wider,” I urged. “Let me get my hand in there. Good girl.”
Smoothing my hand down her belly, I guided my hand over her pubic bone, then down even farther until my fingers reached the buttons.
I popped one open at a time.
Snap.
Snap.
Snap.
Snap.
WhenI got to the last one, she was breathing heavily, and my cock was about to have permanent indents from my zipper.
I should’ve put on underwear when I got home, but I’d been too amused at her horror at the state of my place to think about it.
Snap.
“Are you wearing panties under here?” I asked curiously as the flaps fell open with the last snap.
“Uh, no,” she whispered. “I’m not wearing a bra, either. This whole thing is self-contained.”
I hummed, my lips now traveling down the length of her neck.
“Lift your top up over your breasts,” I urged.
She did, slowly, hiking the skintight top over her hips, and even farther to rest just above her breasts.
Her ample breasts that were begging for my mouth.
“Lift one up and feed it to me,” I urged.
She did, and I bent down and suckled one perky nipple.
But then voices were heard outside, and I was reminded that we were in a public place, and I didn’t have time to worship her like I wanted to.
She realized it, too, because she said, “Hurry.”
I reached for my wallet and groaned in horror when I saw that we’d used the condoms I’d had stashed there.
“No condoms.” I growled in frustration.
She slumped, and I chose that moment to bite her neck. “There are other things we can do.”
“I need you,” she whispered, shaking her head. “I need you inside of me.”
I closed my eyes and tried to count to ten, but her next words had my heart racing.
“I’m on birth control,” she said. “That was actually one of the things I had you get out of the bathroom this morning that I forgot.”
The white package that looked like my medication at home.
I remembered.
“I’m clean,” I said, not quite believing I was considering doing someone bare.
I’d never done it before.
Dad was a stickler when we were growing up about letting us boys know that we always needed to wrap it up.
And my mom had been as unobtrusive as possible, always making sure we were supplied with condoms without asking anything about the hows or whys.
I always had condoms.
I may not fuck everything with a brain, but I still had sex on a semi-regular basis. AndI was always prepared.
Except, apparently, with EllodieSolaire.
“I’m clean, too,” she breathed. “Please, Quaid. Pretty please.”
“Since you beg so nicely,” I said as I lined my cock up and slammed inside.
She squeaked. I saw Jesus.
And we were both coming within four strokes.
My hands on her hips tightened, and the moment she was pulsing around me, I gave in.
I’d never felt anything so fucking good in my life.
It was, by far, the best experience I’d ever had.
I couldn’t wait to do it again, and maybe last longer than twenty seconds.
When we both came down from our highs, we were panting and hanging on to each other for dear life.
“That was…” she started.
“Perfect,” I finished for her.
“Very perfect,” she agreed.
Then the knocking started on the bathroom door, and I cursed.
Pulling out of her, my eyes automatically went to her ass, where I could watch my cum leak down her leg as I left her.
It was just as hot as feeling her bare.
I’d always witnessed it on the porn I watched. It was one of my favorite things to see.
ButI’d never experienced it before.
It was officially my new favorite thing.
“Give me a minute,” I growled when the knocking continued.
“Impatient.” She laughed nervously as she buttoned herself back up.
I swiped the cum off the back of her leg, then lifted my finger up to her lips.
She opened her mouth and held my eyes as I fed her my cum.
Her tongue wrapped around my finger, and her eyes widened at my taste.
“Security!”
I turned my eyes toward the ceiling, praying for patience.
A mall cop.
Great.
“Let’s go,” I urged, picking up her shorts and tossing them to her.
She stepped into them quickly, and I pulled my badge out of my pocket and hooked it to my jeans.
WhenI opened the door, it was to find a female security officer standing there looking furious.
“Sir,” she said, her eyes going to Ellodie. “This is unacceptable.”
“There was an emergency,” I said as I put my hand on my waist.
Her eyes went down to the badge, and she stepped back hastily.
“’Scuse us,” I muttered.
It wasn’t that I had anything against mall cops.
ButI hated how they flaunted their authority, acting as if they were kings of the castle when in reality, they were no better than anyone else.
Truthfully, I had a problem with any authority figure that did that, whether they were real cops or not.
Ellodie’s small hand stayed in mine until we were right back where we started. Our cart hadn’t been touched, and Ellodie’s hand left mine to grab onto the cart like it was her lifeline.
“Now, let’s talk about paper towel holders,” she said, a blush rising along her cheekbones.
I trailed a finger down the length of her jaw and winked before saying, “Baby, I don’t care what we get. You could buy one of everything in this store, and I’d be happy.”
Her eyes lit with excitement when she said, “Game on.”