by Roxy Mews
His lips were soft amid the roughness of his facial hair. It wasn’t until he latched down on her nipple that his gentle nips turned harsh.
Her hands flew from the floor to hold onto his biceps. His really strong biceps. She didn’t need to touch the floor with her hands any longer, because when she touched his now bare skin she knew the floor had been swept out from beneath her anyway.
He leaned her back further and April realized the fabric she had felt moving behind her had been his attempt at a makeshift bed. She lay back under his direction and scooted just a bit to the side to take advantage of his shirt against the tile.
A second later his hands moved from her torso to slide down her rib cage and toward her pants. His palm flattened against her stomach and goose bumps popped up under his fingers. Her stomach sucked in. So close to where she needed him to be.
“I wish I could see you.” He seemed like he might have been talking to himself. So April didn’t reply.
His hands cupped the sides of her hips and massaged the skin there as his mouth once again found her chest. He laved his tongue in the dip between her breasts. He used the little trail he drew to walk his kisses from the very tip of one nipple down the side of her breast and back up to the other.
April’s hips moved in restless anticipation, and her hands explored to give her clues to what her eyes couldn’t see.
She swept her hands up over his shoulders. She spread her fingers as she eased down his spine and dug in just the tiniest bit as she scratched her way back up.
He was moving above her, but his kisses never went below her belly button. Before he could drive her any more insane, April gripped the back of his hair and pulled his head up.
He hissed at the strength of her grip. She was about to demand he fuck her. She was about to tell him to stop screwing around and get to what she could feel building in her gut, but April’s unspoken demands were silenced as he captured her mouth again. Her punishing grip didn’t loosen. He dipped a hand beneath her waistband and gripped her ass below her underwear. April didn’t want him to soften.
She told him so with a nip of his lip as he started to pull back and a push of her hands to find the button and release his fly. She shoved down the pants, forcing herself to finish the job even when she couldn’t ignore the pressure from an impressive bulge insistent against the backs of her hands.
He was hard as a rock and searing hot as he pressed against her stomach. April abandoned the pants and gripped his cock. Her hand could barely wrap around his thickness, so she squeezed to enjoy the hardness of him. They both moaned as blood rushed in heavy pulses under her palm.
His mouth communicated with small growls as his tongue told her exactly what he wanted to do to her. His hips thrust forward into her hand and his tongue matched the same pace in her mouth.
April moved one hand lower and gently massaged the sac she’d abused just hours ago. He was strung so tight April wanted to throw him down and jump on top of him. She couldn’t see her hand in front of her face, but she felt like she could see herself better in this darkness.
This was who she wanted to be in the daylight.
This was what she needed to find for herself.
She stroked his cock and felt him grow to solid steel beneath her sure touch. She felt his legs shake just a bit against her own when she swiped her thumb over the tip of him. She took control at work. She stood strong when it was her job. In front of men, she usually stumbled, but not now. Not with this man. She could stop, she told herself. She could do what she always did when she was with a man, and back away. It was the right thing to do if he wasn’t sure…but then he sucked in his breath and stole hers.
Knowing she was pushing him to this state of arousal had her own skyrocketing. She was soaking through her underwear just waiting for his hands to touch her, but she didn’t want to let go of him to take off her own pants. She mewled her frustration into his mouth.
He had to hold himself up enough to keep from crushing her, and his mouth was leaving her too breathless to voice what she needed. She only hoped her pleas would be heard. She didn’t want to end this kiss. His other hand gripped her ass and pulled the skin in an anxious grip. Every time he moved, he pulled her cheeks apart. Her skin was hot and the slight friction he was causing with her panties as he moved was driving her mad.
Enough. She wasn’t waiting to take what she wanted one moment longer. With a cry of frustration she released his dick and pushed him up enough to work her hands to her own pants. “Just let me get these off. Damn slim fit pants are going to be a pain. Hold on.”
The hands that had been everywhere but where she wanted them gripped her wrists again. Just like the last time she felt them pulled away from a zipper.
“I get to do that.” His voice had changed. The deeper timber of his tone sent chills down her spine.
When he pushed her hands up above her head and pressed them against the hard tile April struggled for just a second, but instead of fear she felt a heavy pulse explode below her waistline. Then his deep voice was against her ear. The warm breath was against her neck and he punctuated each word with a nip on her pulse.
“Stay still. I. Want. To. Lick. You.” He sucked her skin in hard, and April felt her pulse burn to the surface along with more than a couple blood vessels. “I can’t see you. Tell me this feels good. And if it doesn’t tell me how to do it so it will.”
Her hands framed his face as he slid down her body. April felt his movement stammer just a bit and his body shift. He must have taken his pants all the way off. She felt the heavy weight of his cock against her ankle before he made his way to her waist and readjusted.
April lifted her hips and wiggled to help free herself from her pants. Her panties were wet as he slid them off.
But she didn’t have time to worry about it. Her pants were gone in an instant and her legs were where her hands had started out. Over the top of his shoulders. He pressed forward and breathed his words just inches from her pussy. “I’m about to make a meal of you. And you’re already wet, so it looks like I get honey on my dessert.”
April locked her ankles behind his head and pulled him in. If he wanted dessert, she’d damn well give it to him.
He spent a moment just rubbing his face against her swollen sex. The hairs on his chin scraped against sensitive skin and as his nose found her clit April was pretty sure she pushed him in so hard he wouldn’t be able to breathe.
“Oh fuck. I’m so close already. Just lick me. Please. Just. Oh. Right there.” His nose was replaced by his tongue and he swirled expertly around her clit before pressing in and flicking against the swollen bud with ferocious speed.
“Yes. Yes. That’s. Oh, hell, so close.”
Right as she was blooming beneath his touch, his fingers slid inside her aching channel. Her G-spot swelled as he twisted to press against her inner walls.
The world exploded with light as April came harder than ever seemed possible before. Let alone in a public bathroom. The whole world went white as her orgasm shook her body.
Chapter Ten
Taylor squinted against the lights that buzzed to life. The first thing he focused on was the sexy beauty splayed open in front of him. Her hair floated around her head. Without opening her eyes, her smile let him know she’d come beautifully for him. If he wasn’t already on his knees, he would have dropped to them at the sight.
His fingers were still inside her quivering channel, and his entire face was damp with her climax. Her eyes were still closed. Did she not realize the lights had come back on? Or did she just not care?
He wanted to gently tell her, but with no blood in his brain he struggled to form her name on his lips.
She opened her eyes, and immediately threw up her arm as her poor irises shrunk ferociously to try to adjust to the sudden light.
“I guess the lights are back on.” Her voice was muffled behind her elbow.
“Yes.” Taylor didn’t have any more words.
If he
was a decent guy he would have helped her up and covered them both in their clothes, but he needed to see if she was going to hide in the light or revel in it.
Taylor twisted his fingers and began to pump them in and out of her softness. He did get a soft startled gasp, but instead of pulling away from his touch she pressed against his fist. Her arm fell from her face, and it took her a moment to focus on him. Her eyes were lazy with pleasure, and he wanted to make her come again. Seeing her deep cherry nipples distended from how much time he’d spent working them over, he couldn’t not touch her.
He slowly moved her legs to the ground and spread her knees open. She was blooming beneath him. Slick and hot and ready for him.
He slid her folds open and, as he moved near her little clit, her legs began to shake. He had to lean forward and lick her again. Just before he dipped low enough to concentrate, he saw her head roll to the side and a smile spread across her face.
When his lips took the place of his hand he touched his own cock, and any blood cells that had worked their way north for cognitive function quickly made their way south again.
Her mewls turned to rhythmic gasps as she rode the sensations closer to orgasm, and Taylor couldn’t keep out of her any longer. Looking behind him, he found the condom that had been slid under the door.
He kept one hand inside the beauty on the floor as he gripped the gold foil. She dug her nails in his arm and pulled herself up to her knees in front of him.
She ripped the packet from his hand and tore it open with her teeth. Still on his knees he tilted his head back as she sheathed him in the latex. He thought about the plants in the urinals to keep himself from exploding at her touch. He didn’t have long. She released his aching cock and pulled his mouth to hers once again.
He tasted her. Her kiss and her juices mingled inside his mouth. Her legs went over his thighs as she sunk down on him. He loved the feel of her on him, but if they stayed like this he couldn’t move. There was no way he could keep still. There was nothing stopping this now. She’d made sure of it.
He let her kiss him for just a moment longer and felt her throb around his cock before his hands sunk into her hair and he pulled her back to give them both a breath.
He let her focus before he told her, “Hang onto me.”
Taylor threw her arms around his neck and pushed her legs behind his back.
She squeaked as he put his hands beneath her ass and lifted. The shift of his cock inside her was incredible. He needed to move. Her body was hot, and his was ready to explode. There was nowhere to put her down. So he did this the way he had to. Taylor pressed her against the door that had locked them inside in the first place. With the hardware rattling and the frame banging against the solid door, Taylor slammed into her.
He watched her as he slid inside her again and again. His fingers dug in and he moved her hips exactly how he needed them. He wouldn’t last long. He leaned in and gave her everything he’d always held back before.
She screamed as he thrust, and when her pussy clamped down on him, he followed her over the edge. Throwing his head back he roared at the feeling of his release.
His arms slumped as his dick softened inside her. She slowly lowered her legs, but stood on her tiptoes to keep them connected. He pressed her against the door as he finally slipped free. Both of them hissed at the sensation.
That’s when they heard it. Voices.
A panicked look crossed her face, and Taylor was sure it mirrored his own expression. They went scrambling for the pile of clothes.
He should have let her go first, because when their skulls connected it was the same damn spot he had hit on the urinal and he saw the world spin yet again. But this time while the world turned, he felt the wet slurp as the condom caught on his shoe and pulled off. He scrambled to clean off the shoe as his beauty got dressed and became his bathroom crazy lady again.
He looked at her and for a moment their eyes connected. She stopped buttoning and zipping to wink at him and smile. “You might want to put your pants on before your shoes. They’re getting closer.”
She was right.
He’d just pulled the red shirt over his head when the bathroom door swung inward. He kicked himself for not locking it and giving them even a few more seconds together.
Chapter Eleven
April realized she wasn’t in the middle of her dream any longer. Her mother was one of the many people that flooded into the bathroom when the door opened. April’s heart pounded up into her throat. She was high on adrenaline and there was a good chance half a granola bar was going to evacuate her system.
She just had sex in a bathroom. In the dark. With a stranger. She had to keep her mouth shut or her mother would likely invite this man to a party to celebrate her exit from Celibacyland. After she squeezed the life out of her with a bear hug of course.
“April,” Her mother flipped aside one of her signature dreadlocks to get a better look at the man who had just banged an orgasm from her daughter moments ago. “You smell like intercourse.”
April grabbed her mother and shoved her out the door. She hustled her down a hallway and toward the sales floor. She thanked every deity she could think of that no one stopped her.
“Hey, lady!” The girl who had told her where the bathroom was before the lights went out was running toward her.
If April had any sense of self-preservation, she would have kept running. Unfortunately, her good manners were so deeply engrained that she automatically turned toward the person she knew was calling to her.
“I really need to go,” she pleaded to the chick in the red shirt.
“My boss said you can have the handcart for free for your trouble.” She turned toward the aisle April had been shopping in with a knowing grin. “It will only take me a second to grab the ladder and pull it down. I know you’re probably tired from your…ordeal.”
“Well that’s nice, isn’t it, sweetie?” April’s mom elbowed her.
The problem was, no. It wasn’t nice. April hadn’t had much sex in her life, but the sex she did have didn’t end with someone buying her off with moving supplies.
Cheap. He’d made her feel cheap.
Sure she had just screwed a guy on the floor of a bathroom with questionable cleanliness, but it didn’t mean she wasn’t worthy of some fucking respect. The way mister boss man ejaculated while pounding away at her easy button proved he was just as much a participant as she was. She’d left thinking she’d taken advantage of him.
Now this girl, who probably wasn’t old enough to get the drink April desperately wanted, was delivering the message that her lover was going to buy her approval with some metal tubing and wheels.
April’s mom leaned in. “What is your boss’s name?” She was probably going to send him a customized incense blend as a thank you. April wasn’t feeling appreciative.
“Wow.” The girl cocked an eyebrow at April. “I’d have thought he’d at least introduced himself in all the time you were stuck in there. I guess you weren’t doing much talking then?” Fishing is not flattering when someone is doing it with judgment.
April rolled her shoulders and let the tendons pop over the joints a few times before she addressed the girl. April’s manners might have kept her there, but her stubbornness was about to override the manners portion of her brain.
“I didn’t have time to ask his name while his tongue was down my throat.”
April waited for the girl’s mouth to drop open. The lime green gum in her mouth hit the floor. “His…his name is Mr. James.”
April looked at the gum before she turned to her mother. “Yes, I had sex. No, I will not talk about it with you.”
Her mother pouted.
“My sex life…my business.” She turned back to the girl and pointed to the aisle where the handcart was, using the momentum she was building to keep going. Because if she stopped talking or moving right now, she would definitely puke. “Go get my handcart and help my mother put it in my car.”
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sp; The girl scurried off and stepped in her own gum. Long sticky strings made a path behind the employee as she went to do what she was told. April hoped the girl would remember not to judge other people for their sex lives when she scraped it off the floor later.
Avoiding the gum strings herself, April took full strides back to the bathroom. Sure she had run for the hills, but she was a modern woman and she could change her mind. She decided she wasn’t going to be embarrassed.
The door to the bathroom was propped open with a small metal kick out doorstop. No one was in there. So April followed the sounds of voices down the hall to a room with a couple ancient computers, a lot of filing cabinets, and three men.
None of them were looking at her. She only knew one name, so she called it out to get his attention.
“Mr. James.”
Chapter Twelve
There was no way he could let his employees call him Mr. James again. He would have to change his name. After hearing her call to him with the breathlessness in her voice, the image of her saying his name and her moaning in pleasure would be burned into his memory.
Come to think of it, he could never go to the bathroom again. It would be incredibly difficult to urinate with a hard on.
In the pitch-blackness of the bathroom, before she touched him, it had been just her voice. His sense of hearing had been all he had to take her in, and he felt like he knew her voice almost better than he knew his own after only a couple of hours.
He was grateful he was at his desk, because he was already getting hard again. There had to be some medical condition caused by having an orgasm right after getting a concussion.
Adam’s shove to his shoulder reminded him he should probably address the woman in front of him with some professionalism. Right. He was shocked she’d even come back after Rebecca took off after her. He thought about baseball stats and stood up.
“I’m Mr. James,” he held out his hand for a handshake because that’s what a professional does when he introduces himself. “I’m sorry again about the horrible inconvenience, and I assure you we are getting those doors fixed so this never happens again.”