Poles Apart
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 Kirsty Moseley

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“Huh?” I questioned, confused as to what she was going on about.
She sighed dramatically, flicking her long, raven hair over her shoulder. “Oh, come on, possessive much? He was so damn jealous it was almost embarrassing!” she explained. Jealous? Carson? Why would he be jealous, though? He got what he wanted from me all the time, so why would he feel the need to get jealous? I looked at Lucie like she was crazy and she just laughed. “For a smart girl, you really are an idiot sometimes.”
I shook my head, still confused, but before I could say anything, someone tapped me on the shoulder. I turned around, wondering who it would be… and there stood Carson. A goofy grin slipped onto my face. I’d completely forgotten we were playing this little game.
I took in his whole form in a matter of seconds: the way the dim lights made his hair look a darker shade of brown than normal, how his light-blue shirt stretched across his broad shoulders, and how the smile tugged at the corners of his full lips, making them look inviting and luscious.
Without speaking he raised his hand, holding something out to me. I frowned, confused, and opened my hand, watching as he dropped a little silver screw into my palm. What the hell? Where did he get that from? I flicked my eyes up to his face in time to see him smirk at me.
“Wanna screw?” he asked, raising one eyebrow curiously. Lucie and I both burst out laughing as his prop suddenly clicked into place. Carson grinned and held out his other hand to me. “So, anyway, I just wanted to come and introduce myself. My name’s Carson, and you are the hottest damn thing I’ve ever seen in my life. If I was to Google the definition of natural beauty, I’d see a picture of your face,” he said, his eyes locked on mine.
My heart was racing, my stomach doing little flips as my whole body grew hotter. Oh, yeah, I love this game! I bit my lip and shook his hand. “Emma,” I replied, trying not to giggle.
He pulled me closer to him. “Want to go somewhere quiet and have some hot, nasty, stranger sex, Emma?” he purred, causing my whole body to tremble with excitement.
I nodded eagerly and winked at Lucie before weaving through the crowd, dragging Carson along behind me, holding his hand tightly.
As we approached the ladies toilet you could easily see the queue, so Carson tugged me toward the gents’ instead. I grinned and kissed him forcefully, pushing him against the door. It swung open and we both stumbled in, slamming against the wall, still not breaking the kiss. I giggled as he kissed down my neck, letting his hands roam my body. His hand slid under the bottom of my dress as my fingers went to his belt buckle. I was in no mood for going slow right now; all I could think about was his body and nothing else.
He pushed me against the wall, gripping his hands on my bum and lifting me off my feet easily. I wrapped my legs around his waist and practically ripped open his jeans, shoving my hand down there eagerly. My stomach fluttered when my fingers brushed against the hardness I could feel through the material of his boxer shorts. The anticipation was killing me slowly. As his tongue tangled with mine, I moaned into his mouth at the sheer luxury of having his undivided attention.
That was when someone cleared their throat dramatically. I squealed from shock and Carson swore quietly, pushing me tighter against the wall, obviously trying to shield me with his body as he tugged my dress down quickly to stop the guy who was washing his hands from getting an eyeful.
I cringed and buried my flaming face into the side of Carson’s neck, giggling as he spoke to the guy. “Sorry, man. I didn’t realise there was anyone in here,” he laughed.
The guy laughed, too. “No worries. Maybe you should lock the door,” he replied as he walked out of the toilets.
Carson chuckled and flicked the lock on the door before looking back to me with lust written clearly across his face. “Now then, Emma. Just how nasty are we talking here?” he asked, grinning mischievously.
I bit my lip and squeezed myself to him tighter. “Oh, as nasty as you want… sorry, I forgot your name,” I teased.
He grinned and stepped to the side, sitting me on the counter next to the sinks and pressing his whole body to mine. I could actually feel his heartbeat against my chest; he was so close. “It’s Carson. Now, don’t forget again because I want you to scream it.” He kissed me again, pushing my dress up around my waist as he gripped my thong with both hands. I heard a tearing sound and I gasped from shock as the material was literally ripped off my body.
Well, you did tell him nasty…
He grinned and started kissing down my body, guiding me to lie back on the little counter. It wasn’t actually very comfortable, but the situation was so hot I just didn’t want to move. He grabbed my calves roughly and pulled my body to the edge of the counter before he bent to bite the inside of my thigh. I gasped and wriggled, flicking my eyes around the bathroom until I spotted a full-length mirror on the opposite wall. I had the perfect view of Carson on his knees, me lying back on the counter, my feet resting on his shoulders while he kissed and bit around the inside of my thighs, heading higher with each kiss. My breathing was coming out in pants; all I wanted was to scream at him to hurry because I felt like I was close to bursting point.
Holy fuck, this is sizzling hot!
Just as his tongue got to where I needed it, a toilet flushed off to our left. My mouth popped open in shock as my head snapped in that direction just in time to see the door to the last stall open and a guy in his early twenties walk out. Carson jumped up, yanking my dress down and looking over his shoulder at the guy who had totally caught us in the act.