I had no clue what was happening as we rounded a corner. Jared pulled me by the hand as he led the way down the dimly lit hallway, toward the bathroom. He shoved the door open and raised my hand, forcing me inside. There were three stalls and a sink in the small ceiling to floor tiled room. The second we entered the bathroom, he walked over to check each stall. Once he was satisfied that we were alone, he shoved me against the back of the door. He moved like lightening, shocking me with his stealthy speed. He pressed his body against mine and reached over to lock the door. The look on his face dared me to tell him to stop. I was already so turned on, imagining what he planned on doing to me in such a public place. "Don't fucking move..." He demanded in a deep voice. His hand moved up my chest, on top of my dress and all the way up to my throat.
Squeezing just enough to force my head to turn in the opposite direction, he licked over the patch of skin under my ear just before biting down, hard.
I turned back to grant him an excited grin and he shoved his tongue into my mouth. He slid both hands down, lifting me off the floor and my legs instantly wrapped around his slender waist. Grinding his already growing bulge against me, one of my heels hit the floor and echoed throughout the small bathroom.
He let my legs slide down as he changed his mind about our position. He then pulled me over to the counter, next to the sink. Lifting me again, he placed me down on the counter top and began tugging at the hem of my dress. I allowed him to shove it up, around my waist. I covered my hand over his and ran it up the inside of my leg. He smiled against my lips before kissing me.
I gasped when he pulled my panties to the side and shoved his long fingers inside of me. "Fuck, you're so wet for me." He smirked, his wild eyes were so full of lust. My fingers twisted in his hair pulling and moaning at the intrusion of his two long digits.
His kisses were sloppy as his tongue forced its way into my mouth over and over again. Without a single care in the world, I nipped at his bottom lip and begged him to fuck me. Jared tore at the button of his jeans, opening them and shoving the rough material down his hips.
The second he was free, my hand reached down to give him a few firm strokes. Gripping my hips, he scooted me to the edge of the counter. My legs wrapped firmly around him, impatiently forcing him into me. The sounds coming out of his mouth were making me crazy. His brutal grip on the outside of my thigh would certainly leave a bruise, I just knew it.
He pushed back, forcing my head against the mirror as he slammed into me. I watched his eyes travel from my partially exposed breasts, all the way down to where we became one. He watched himself disappear inside of me a few times before rubbing his thumb in circles over my clit. The look on his face alone was enough to get me off and little sparks began in my belly.
His tongue darted out over his bottom lip and his eyes closed. The loud bang of my other shoe hitting the floor startled him. I forced myself to be silent as my orgasm took over, making my entire body convulse wildly. My head was spinning and my ears were ringing as I held my breath, desperately trying not to make a sound.
My legs dropped against him, but he was still moving inside of me. "No.. We are not done Kristen. Don't you dare get lazy on me now. Get up! Turn around." He demanded in a bossy tone.
"Sorry." I whimpered, sliding off the sink and spinning around. He pushed me down over the counter and kicked my legs apart with his boot. Gripping the flimsy fabric of my panties, he slid right back inside of me. Holding me down with one hand flat on my back and the other gripping my hip, he moved faster, pumping himself harder into me. He released his hold only to grab a handful of hair, using it as leverage.
God, I really missed this. The rough, almost violent sex with him. A loud moan escaped me and he yanked my hair harder. "Don't forget where we are!" He warned in a deep voice, almost out of breath.
The groans that came from his throat when I felt him exploding inside of me were so sexy. He pressed himself against me with his hands flat on the counter on either side of my body, giving a few last very sharp thrusts. I could feel him still twitching inside of me while he was trying to catch his breath.
Finally pulling apart, I slid down to the floor and he stood up straight. I glanced up to watch him tuck himself away. He adjusted his hair and held out his hand, helping me up. Clearing his throat, he grinned at me, both of us laughing at what we had just done.
