I take her by the hand and head in the direction of the restroom. She deserves a million times better than the bathroom stall of an upscale club, but now’s not the time to be choosy.
The electricity between us has overtaken us both.
My cock springs free and I shove her panties aside, sliding into her slick heat in one hard thrust.
We both groan at the sensation.
She’s scorching and wet, gripping me like a velvet vice. I pause for a moment, savoring the feel of her, before starting up a punishing rhythm.
Our moans mingle as I pound into her, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoing in the empty hall.
Her head falls back again, her lips parted in a silent scream.
I duck my head to close my teeth over the cord of muscle in her neck, sucking hard.
She clenches around me, her inner walls rippling.
I grip her hips tighter, angling to hit that sweet spot deep inside. “Come for me, Dylan.” My voice is rough, strained. “I want to feel you come all over my cock.”
With a cry, she shatters around me. I thrust wildly a few more times before joining her, spilling deep inside her warmth.
We stay there for a long moment, panting harshly against each other.
Finally I lift my head, meeting her gaze.
Her eyes are hooded, her lips swollen from my kisses. She licks those lips. “Still think this was a mistake?”
I smirk. “I never said that.” Then I swoop in for another searing kiss. Eventually, I pull back, still buried deep inside her.
Our ragged breaths mingle in the scant space between us.
Dylan’s eyes are shut, her face flushed with lingering pleasure. She’s beautiful like this, her lips parted and wanting.
I can’t resist ducking my head to capture that mouth again, teasing her with light brushes of my lips.
She makes a sound of protest, but her hands come up to grip my shoulders, keeping me close.
I chuckle against her mouth. “Thought you were annoyed with me.”
One eye opens to glare at me. “I still am, you infuriating man.” Her hips lift, taking me deeper. We both groan. “But I also want you again. Now.”
Heat flares in my gut at the lust in her tone. “Bossy.” I nip at her jaw, hands sliding down to grip her ass. “I like it.”
Without warning, I pull out of her, ignoring her cry of protest, and spin her around to face the wall. I kick her feet apart and thrust back inside her, setting a punishing pace.
She cries out, bracing her hands against the wall.
I lean over her, blanketing her body with mine.
Our harsh breaths echo through the hall along with the slap of skin.
We ignore the knocking that suddenly starts from the outside. “Is this occupied?” A voice calls out from the door.
“Yep, and it will be for a while. Find somewhere else,” I yell in a warning tone.
The knocks stop.
“Is this what you wanted?” I growl against her ear. My hips piston wildly, chasing the tight coil of pleasure in my gut. “To be fucked like this, hard and fast against the wall in a club, you dirty little slut?”