Pushing away from the door, he stalks me…hunts me down. In just one step, he’s grabbing my shoulders and pulling me in for a punishingly hot kiss. Now this is what I’m talking about…quality bonding time.
Alex kisses me deeply, biting at my lower lip before ripping away. He spins me around quickly and pushes me toward the sink until my pelvis comes to rest up against it. The move startles me and I look in the mirror, gasping at his reflection staring at me.
His eyes are feral…his breathing already shallow. This is way more than just a kiss.
Dropping his arms down, he grabs at the material of my long, black skirt and slowly starts hiking it up my legs. I watch the progress in almost a dream-like state, my head cocked to the side in curiosity. The air is cool as it hits my skin and when the edge of the material hits the bottom of my panties, I raise my eyes up to the mirror to look at Alex. As if sensing me, his own gaze rises to meet mine in the reflection and he gives me a wicked smile that causes a shudder to run through me.
“What are you doing?” I whisper.
He just arches an eyebrow at me, and yes, I know it was a stupid question.
“Just watch” is all he says.
And I do.
I watch as he pulls my skirt all the way up, bunching it around my waist.
I watch as his arm curves around me and his hand goes in between my legs, rubbing me through the wet silk of my panties. I suck in a lungful of oxygen and my body tenses all over.
“Someone might come,” I warn Alex. “Need to use the bathroom.”
He doesn’t respond but just stares rabidly at the way his hand is moving against me.
The contact is not enough for him, though, and he slips his hand down the front of my underwear, sinking a finger inside of me, at the same time grinding his erection into my butt.
“Oh, God,” I moan and my head falls back onto his shoulder, my eyes helplessly pinned to his hand as his finger moves in and out of me.
“Need to be inside you, baby,” he rasps near my ear and while my mind is thinking, No, we’re in someone else’s bathroom in a house full of people, my head starts nodding in agreement.
I’m not even sure Alex got my nod of assent but he makes short work of pulling my panties down, lifting just one of my booted feet up to quickly pull the material free.
With my unmentionables now pooled around just one ankle, Alex stands back up and bends me over the sink. I watch, spellbound, while he works at his belt and zipper, his movements quick and efficient because he knows exactly what he wants.
When he frees himself, seductively hard and pulsing with need, his eyes catch mine in the mirror one more time. He holds me…won’t let me go, and we just stare at each other. So much passes through that mirror between us.
Need.
Desire.
Insatiability.
I don’t look away…not once. Not even when he sinks into me with one fluid push and his eyelids flutter closed in rapture. He holds himself inside of me deep, his hands gently resting on my h*ps and his thumbs caressing my skin. Alex lets out a faltering breath, and then his eyes open, fixed intently on mine.
Then he starts moving.
Slowly at first, but before too long the fever builds between us like a volcano before eruption. I push my h*ps back as he slams forward, and I cannot help the moans that are now coming out of my mouth. I get so loud, at one point, Alex caresses his hand up my back and winds it round me, covering my mouth gently but firmly.
With one hand on my hip and the other stifling the sounds of my pleasure, Alex rides me…pushing both of us higher and higher.
To the summit, where both of us explode—almost catastrophically.
My cry of release gets blocked by Alex’s hand, but he can’t help the low moan of a curse that bursts out.
“Fuck, that feels good,” he whispers with his h*ps still pumping in and out as he cl**axes hard.
Alex moves his hand from my mouth and leans over me, pushing me down onto the sink with his chest against my back. His movements inside of me slow and then ultimately stop. Our breaths start to slow, and eventually Alex pushes up off me. Our eyes connect once more in the mirror and while the molten heat in his eyes is gone, there is a warmth there that makes me go gooey inside.
We just had animal sex in someone else’s bathroom, yet it was wholly intimate, something that only the two of us could ever share. It didn’t matter where we were, or what position we were in. We were immersed in each other, with no room for the outside world.
With no care for the outside world.
Alex helps me clean up, gently pulls my panties back into place, smoothing my skirt back down. He runs his hands over my hair and then kisses me on the forehead.
“Ready to head back out?” he asks, his eyes glittering with satiation and mischief.
“Not sure my legs can move, but sure…I’ll give it a try.”
“That’s my girl,” he says and then opens the bathroom door.
He exits quickly, holding my hand, and I follow right behind. As soon as he turns right to head back down the staircase, he stops suddenly and I run into his broad back. Peeking around him because I’m sure we’ve been busted by someone, my stomach drops when I see Cassie leaning up against the wall outside the bathroom.
She spares me a brief glance before turning her icy gaze back to Alex. “Nice. Fucking your whore in Kelly and Mike’s bathroom. Real classy, Alex.”
I start to open my mouth to disabuse her of the notion that I’m a whore, but Alex beats me to it. “Fucking? No, there wasn’t any f**king. Not like what you and I did.”
Alex kisses me deeply, biting at my lower lip before ripping away. He spins me around quickly and pushes me toward the sink until my pelvis comes to rest up against it. The move startles me and I look in the mirror, gasping at his reflection staring at me.
His eyes are feral…his breathing already shallow. This is way more than just a kiss.
Dropping his arms down, he grabs at the material of my long, black skirt and slowly starts hiking it up my legs. I watch the progress in almost a dream-like state, my head cocked to the side in curiosity. The air is cool as it hits my skin and when the edge of the material hits the bottom of my panties, I raise my eyes up to the mirror to look at Alex. As if sensing me, his own gaze rises to meet mine in the reflection and he gives me a wicked smile that causes a shudder to run through me.
“What are you doing?” I whisper.
He just arches an eyebrow at me, and yes, I know it was a stupid question.
“Just watch” is all he says.
And I do.
I watch as he pulls my skirt all the way up, bunching it around my waist.
I watch as his arm curves around me and his hand goes in between my legs, rubbing me through the wet silk of my panties. I suck in a lungful of oxygen and my body tenses all over.
“Someone might come,” I warn Alex. “Need to use the bathroom.”
He doesn’t respond but just stares rabidly at the way his hand is moving against me.
The contact is not enough for him, though, and he slips his hand down the front of my underwear, sinking a finger inside of me, at the same time grinding his erection into my butt.
“Oh, God,” I moan and my head falls back onto his shoulder, my eyes helplessly pinned to his hand as his finger moves in and out of me.
“Need to be inside you, baby,” he rasps near my ear and while my mind is thinking, No, we’re in someone else’s bathroom in a house full of people, my head starts nodding in agreement.
I’m not even sure Alex got my nod of assent but he makes short work of pulling my panties down, lifting just one of my booted feet up to quickly pull the material free.
With my unmentionables now pooled around just one ankle, Alex stands back up and bends me over the sink. I watch, spellbound, while he works at his belt and zipper, his movements quick and efficient because he knows exactly what he wants.
When he frees himself, seductively hard and pulsing with need, his eyes catch mine in the mirror one more time. He holds me…won’t let me go, and we just stare at each other. So much passes through that mirror between us.
Need.
Desire.
Insatiability.
I don’t look away…not once. Not even when he sinks into me with one fluid push and his eyelids flutter closed in rapture. He holds himself inside of me deep, his hands gently resting on my h*ps and his thumbs caressing my skin. Alex lets out a faltering breath, and then his eyes open, fixed intently on mine.
Then he starts moving.
Slowly at first, but before too long the fever builds between us like a volcano before eruption. I push my h*ps back as he slams forward, and I cannot help the moans that are now coming out of my mouth. I get so loud, at one point, Alex caresses his hand up my back and winds it round me, covering my mouth gently but firmly.
With one hand on my hip and the other stifling the sounds of my pleasure, Alex rides me…pushing both of us higher and higher.
To the summit, where both of us explode—almost catastrophically.
My cry of release gets blocked by Alex’s hand, but he can’t help the low moan of a curse that bursts out.
“Fuck, that feels good,” he whispers with his h*ps still pumping in and out as he cl**axes hard.
Alex moves his hand from my mouth and leans over me, pushing me down onto the sink with his chest against my back. His movements inside of me slow and then ultimately stop. Our breaths start to slow, and eventually Alex pushes up off me. Our eyes connect once more in the mirror and while the molten heat in his eyes is gone, there is a warmth there that makes me go gooey inside.
We just had animal sex in someone else’s bathroom, yet it was wholly intimate, something that only the two of us could ever share. It didn’t matter where we were, or what position we were in. We were immersed in each other, with no room for the outside world.
With no care for the outside world.
Alex helps me clean up, gently pulls my panties back into place, smoothing my skirt back down. He runs his hands over my hair and then kisses me on the forehead.
“Ready to head back out?” he asks, his eyes glittering with satiation and mischief.
“Not sure my legs can move, but sure…I’ll give it a try.”
“That’s my girl,” he says and then opens the bathroom door.
He exits quickly, holding my hand, and I follow right behind. As soon as he turns right to head back down the staircase, he stops suddenly and I run into his broad back. Peeking around him because I’m sure we’ve been busted by someone, my stomach drops when I see Cassie leaning up against the wall outside the bathroom.
She spares me a brief glance before turning her icy gaze back to Alex. “Nice. Fucking your whore in Kelly and Mike’s bathroom. Real classy, Alex.”
I start to open my mouth to disabuse her of the notion that I’m a whore, but Alex beats me to it. “Fucking? No, there wasn’t any f**king. Not like what you and I did.”
