In My Neighbor's Bed

Ch. 29: Muffled Sounds

It was kind of funny. Before today, I never would have thought of myself as the "fucking in a bathroom stall" kind of girl. However, as Mason's hard member teased my lower lips, all I wanted was to be that girl.

A small whimper escaped my lips as I pushed back against him, practically begging for more. Luckily, it seemed like he was at his limit too. And that little push of mine was all he needed to finally snap.

Without any hesitation, he grabbed my hips and pressed his way inside of me. A shower of sparks flew through my body in an instant, building and growing the deeper he went. I barely even recognized my voice as my satisfied moan reverberated around us in the empty bathroom.

His hand quickly clamped over my mouth, his warm breath tickling my ear as he shushed me gently. "Hey, careful. I'm glad you're enjoying yourself, but I'm pretty sure you don't want everybody else to know that too."

Of course, he was right. As abandoned as it was right now, I shouldn't forget that this was still, technically, a very public area that someone could walk into at any moment. Logic would call for a teeny bit of discretion in that case.

But when has fucking in a public bathroom ever been "logical," exactly? No, I'm afraid his very sensible and level-headed suggestion was wasted on me. To say it went in one ear and out the other would be an understatement. I don't even think the poor thing made it through. Instead, I ignored it entirely as I reached up and slid his hand down to my throat, pressing back against him.

Like a shot of vodka on an empty stomach, his low moan went straight to my head and left me feeling dizzy. And as his hand tightened ever so slightly around my throat, it sent goosebumps racing across my skin in the best way possible.

The more time I spent with Mason, the more I couldn't help but question everything I thought I knew about sex. I mean, I knew I was kinkier than Phil, but so was an untoasted piece of white bread so that wasn't really saying much. Phil aside though, I always thought that my tastes were pretty average. Doggy style, some light spanking, maybe playing with some toys if I was feeling naughty. But nothing too wild.

I never would have imagined that something as small as a hand on my throat could turn me on in such a big way. Then again, I guess I never would have imagined being turned on by half the things I'd done since I first met Mason.

Strip shows in my window, taking videos of myself getting off in public, fucking my neighbor in his shower? It was like I discovered something new about myself every time I met him. And the more I discovered, the more I wanted to discover. The more I wanted him.

Though, that desire was a double-edged sword. My body had never felt so good. Every nerve and fiber of my being seemed to melt under his touch. Fantastic for being plowed on a bed, but a little inconvenient for standing upright in a bathroom stall.

It was like my body was being held up by pure lust alone. My legs were practically jelly as I started grinding against him.

A low growl rumbled in his throat. His free hand reached under my shirt and slipped into my bra, teasing my breast.

"Fuck, you feel good," he murmured huskily.

As he started thrusting into me, any last traces of sense or coherence that I had vanished in an instant. Only the cool metal of the bathroom stall against my skin remained to even remind me that something else aside from him existed in this world. Again, an echo much like my voice surrounded us as the pleasure grew and grew inside of me.

An exasperated sigh came from behind me as his hand reached up to clamp around my mouth again. He tutted me gently, but his voice sounded more amused than anything as he spoke.