Seven #3
Thomas seizes my mouth, greedily taking it for his own.
I get lost in the heat of him and the faint taste of beer as he slides his tongue inside, intertwining it with mine.
His breathing is more of a growl as he fondles and squeezes my breast, covering it with his palm.
He pulls down the straps of my dress and bends his head to devour my bared breasts.
I squeeze my eyes shut and dig my fingers into his hair.
His hands are everywhere until they slip securely underneath my dress. He pushes my panties to the side and begins touching me even more eagerly.
“Don’t say it again.” He takes my bottom lip between his teeth and bites down, hard. “Never again.” He slips one finger inside me, and I contract against it. The rush of pleasure and adrenaline makes me jump.
“What?” I gasp, clinging to his shoulders while he moves me rapidly against him with one hand firm on my ass. “That it’s over?”
I provoke him again just to see him tremble with anger just a little bit more.
Because I love the way his body reacts. I love the way his pupils dilate and burn with passion.
I can’t stop looking at him, and he is so goddamned irresistible no matter what the circumstances.
Whether he’s turned on or pissed off—or, even better, both—he wreaks havoc on every part of me.
“Shut up,” he scolds me, panting as he pulls his hands out from between my thighs.
And just when I think he’s about to fix my dress and put me back on the ground, he takes things to the next level.
He unzips his jeans and pulls them down just far enough to release his erection.
The air is driven from my lungs. I should tell him to stop.
Remind him that someone could hear us at any moment and also that I am not at all the type of girl who gets railed in a sleazy nightclub bathroom.
Yeah, I should tell him all of that…but the truth is that the idea of doing that with him right here, right now arouses me beyond belief.
When he lifts me up again, I can feel my heart beating in my throat. He pulls my panties aside once more and rubs himself against me, making me somehow even wetter and greedier. Oh God, I need air.
“I don’t have a condom; please tell me you’re on the pill,” he gasps, pressing his forehead to mine.
“I’ve never gone without one before; I’m clean.
” Delighted by this confession, I nod. It’s both an answer to his question and an offering of consent for what we’re about to do.
I trust him. And I want him inside me. I want to feel him skin-to-skin, the way no one else ever has.
His eyes are eager, brimming with desire.
Without ever taking his gaze from mine, he enters me in one powerful, decisive thrust. I let out a loud sob of pleasure, overwhelmed by my feelings for him.
Thomas allows his head to fall into the crook of my neck while he squeezes my ass with both hands, pushing me against him. “Fuck!”
Doing this without a condom is a completely different experience. It’s more beautiful, more intense. It creates a physical and mental connection that goes beyond simple carnal pleasure. It’s just more .
“Have you done it like this before?” he asks, speaking against my neck in a soft voice.
“Never.”
My answer apparently pleases him, because he grins.
He takes my mouth again and starts pounding into me, wild and possessive, stealing my breath with each thrust. “You’re mine, Ness,” he says roughly, groaning into my ear.
“Every part of you is mine.” He kisses my neck, my shoulder, my breasts where they are spilling out of my dress.
He bites and then kisses them again. He speeds up his thrusting until he’s got me out of my mind.
I close my eyes as he slams my back against the cubicle door with each powerful drive into me.
It is the most primal sex I’ve ever had.
I cling to him tightly because I need to touch him, to kiss him and to feel what’s mine .
I’m so aroused that my climax comes almost immediately; just a few more thrusts, and I start to shake.
I knit my fingers behind his neck, pressing my cheek against his; with his fingers digging into the flesh of my ass, I explode into uncountable pieces.
Thomas keeps fucking me through my orgasm.
Then, with one hand, he pulls my dress up, baring me to the waist. He slams into me one last time before pulling out again with a bestial roar.
Maybe it’s crazy, but a part of me was hoping that he would go all the way and let himself come inside me.
Thomas holds himself and slides a hand up and down his length a few times until he shoots copiously on my belly.
His shoulders tremble slightly; he clenches his jaw and tilts his head back.
His eyes, half closed and clouded with pleasure, make him more seductive than ever.
I watch the hot flow of his spend as it slides down my skin, over my lower abdomen and groin, ending up between my thighs.
Oh God…it’s filthy and thrilling at the same time.
He’s holding me up with just one arm, still clasping me against him.
We stare into one another’s eyes, not saying anything, while we both try to even out our breathing.
We’re sweaty and dazed, covered in hickeys and love bites.
Slowly, I loosen my grip around his waist, and when he lets me slide off of him, I can feel my knees shaking like they’re made of Jell-O.
Thomas grabs some toilet paper, cleaning me up and wiping his own hand before tossing everything in the toilet.
He does up his jeans and observes me. Indecipherable as always, he looks like he’s musing on some complicated idea.
“It’s not over,” he states finally, definitively.
I look steadily at him for a long moment, but I don’t reply.
Because it is painfully obvious that nothing is finished between the two of us. My silence only confirms it.
I force myself not to fall into those green eyes as I fix my panties and dress. When I look up at him again, he is still staring at me. I bite the inside of my cheek and ask in a whisper, “What is it?”
He advances on me, forehead wrinkling in a serious expression. “You just got fucked in a nightclub bathroom.”
“And you just fucked me in a nightclub bathroom,” I point out, hoping to get a laugh. But it doesn’t work.
“And that’s…okay with you?” He seems confused and a little embarrassed. I cup his face in my hands and kiss him.
“It’s okay with me because I did it with you. Also, if I remember correctly, I owed you a rendezvous in the staff bathroom. I’d say you’ve thoroughly collected that rain check.”
Thomas presses his forehead to mine and kisses me. Not a fiery kiss like before but slow, just his lips against mine in a tender caress. “If you think I’ve collected even part of it, then you don’t know me at all.”
“In that case, I look forward to working off my debt.” I grin, finally getting a laugh out of him.
“If you want to get out of here, just let me know,” he says encouragingly, brushing my cheek.
“I want to stay. And you’re here with your friends; I don’t want to spoil your evening.”
“By the way, there’s something I wanted to talk to you about.
” He steps back from me and feels around in the pocket of his jeans, eventually pulling out his pack of cigarettes.
He gives me a quick look, asking for permission.
I agree because, even though we are in a tiny enclosed bathroom, I imagine he needs it.
“This afternoon when I left the frat house, I talked to Matt,” he tells me, leaning back against the wall. He lights up a cigarette and releases the first plume of smoke into the air. “He gave me the go-ahead.”
I frown, confused. “The go-ahead for what?”
“For you to move into my room at the frat house until you find someplace else.”
My eyes widen. “What?”
“It’s the best solution right now.”
“To come live with you? No way,” I say loudly, trying to disguise my shock with a nervous laugh.
Is he nuts?
He gives me an amused snort and takes another drag.
“I stay in the dorms during the week; you’d be alone at the frat house.
You wouldn’t have to worry about a deposit, and no one would take advantage of you.
And you wouldn’t have to keep crashing with your friends. Think about it; it’s not a bad idea.”
“But it’s a men’s fraternity. And the parties they throw aren’t really suitable for people who are…me,” I point out.
Thomas just shrugs. “The guys are fine. Between class and practice, most of them are out all day anyway. Leila lived there for a while with no problems, remember? Besides, they know you’re with me, so they wouldn’t even dare to look at you.”
The breath catches in my throat. I blink incredulously, positive that I’ve misunderstood him somehow. It takes me a few moments to recover the power of speech.
“I’m with you?” My voice shakes; my heart is bursting.
He watches the smoke disperse in front of him but doesn’t answer me. He just lifts up one corner of his mouth slightly.
Then I push myself forward until I reach him. I lean against him, sliding a thigh between his legs and flattening my hands on his chest. Thomas strokes my backside automatically. “Am I with you, Thomas?” I ask again.
He stares into my eyes in a way that makes me tremble, but I don’t look away. I maintain my gaze because I want to hear him say it. He has to say it… But when I realize that he isn’t going to, I lower my eyes, feeling a bitter sense of disillusionment.
Stupid… I don’t know what I expected. I shake my head and pull away, deciding it’s time to get out of here.
“Ness,” I hear him say behind me. When I turn, he grabs my hips and pulls me into him. He rubs my lip with his thumb, and staring steadily into my eyes, he says: “You and I, we are together.”