Meet me

Chapter 5

"Tate, please." Violet whispered and held back a moan as his hips jerked at her begging.
"Shh... We wouldn't want someone to catch us." Tate whispered as his lips left red marks along Violet's neck. His hands unwrapped the condom and rolled it onto his hard length.
His hands tightened their hold on her hips as he pushed into her. Violet bit her lip to keep from crying out. Tate moved his lips over hers to muffle her moans. His thrusts were fast and deep, hitting Violet's favorite spot. Her legs tightened around his waist, pulling his hips closer to her so that they were hitting her clit with every thrust.
They both froze when the bathroom door creaked open. They looked at each other with shocked looks, trying to mentally decide what to do. Tate suddenly got a mischievous look in his eyes that made Violet shiver. His hand covered her mouth, and she looked at him confused until he started to slowly thrust into her again. Violet gasped, and Tate's hand muffled the noise. His other hand moved to his mouth, one finger covering his lips telling her to keep quiet.
Tate continued to move slowly inside of her while the other person was in the bathroom. Violet was digging her nails into Tate's should blades. She could feel her release building and was scared that she was going to cum loudly with the other person still in the room. She bit Tate's hand in the hopes that he would stop moving for a second. Tate gave her a look and continued to torture her with long, slow thrusts.
Finally the person left the room, and Tate started to pummel into Violet.