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I pull out my dick, fisting it in my hand. Pre-cum beads at the tip, and I use my thumb to smear it, then rub it along her bottom lip. Her tongue darts out, licking at it. Her pupils are blown. She’s never looked this desperate for me. I step up, pressing my dick against the opening of her cunt and a strangled cry leaves her lips.

“You want this, Lex?”

I don’t think she could want this more than I do — more than I need it.

She nods, eyes hooded, cheeks flushed.

“I want to give it to you. I want to give you everything,” I say, gravelly and thick. “I just need you to give me what I need. Tell me who you belong to.”

There’s a moment of silence between us, and the only sound in the room is our beating hearts and chaotic breaths competing with the music’s bass. Her hands reach out, grabbing my jeans and trying to pull me forward, but I anchor myself.

“Say it, Lex. Please.” I’m borderline begging her. The agony of not filling her is torture.

“Adrian,” she starts, licking her lips again, “Yours. I’m yours.”

I chuckle, dark and low, “Close. So close, baby. Try again.”

She moans, the sound pained, but she speaks again, “I belong to you.”

I don’t wait; I slam into her with everything I have. Every bit of anger and frustration I’ve felt throughout the week. Every ounce of fear I felt over losing her. Every fucking inch of jealousy that coursed through my body as Dallas touched her. I drive myself as deep inside of her as I can, allowing myself to still when I can’t go any further.

Only then do I look into her dark, ocean blue eyes and whisper, “Good girl.”

Her pussy feels like a vice grip made for me. I drive into her as I grip her neck, pushing her back into the mirror. When the strap of her dress falls over her shoulder, I drop my head, pulling her nipple into my mouth, sucking and biting at it. At the same time, I use my thumb to flick back and forth across her clit.

Behind me, I register the door opening, and a startled cry before it closes again. I don’t stop, keeping a savage pace, needing not only the release of my orgasm, but the release of all the tension we’ve carried over the last few days — the tension I’ve carried since the first night I met her. When her moans go silent, her mouth agape in the most delicious looking circle, I know she’s close, and I move my hand from her neck to her jaw, pulling her toward me.

“Look at me,” I say between thrusts. She can barely open her eyes, but she locks her gaze on me through thick, watery lashes. “Do it,” I demand.

“Please,” she breathes. Her sweet, pink tongue running across her lip.

I slow my pace, feeling the walls of her pussy starting to pulse around me. I’m going to fill her up, and then I’m going to watch her dance as it spills down her thighs. The thought has my balls tightening. “Please, what, angel?”

I rub my thumb in circles over her clit.

“Please, I’m so close. Please make me come, Adrian,” she begs, gasping for air.

I lean in, burying my head in her neck, and resume my unrelenting pace. It takes seconds, and as her walls clamp down, I turn my head and bite into her neck, hard. Her screams fill the restroom, pushing me over my own edge. I release her neck when I taste the familiar coppery tang of blood, but I don’t slow my pace, riding out my orgasm alongside hers.

When it finally subsides, we go still, breathing into each other.

She sounds like she ran a marathon when she says, “You really need to stop doing that. I’m not on birth control.”

Well. If I wasn’t already going soft from coming, that sure would have done it. My stomach bottoms out, and I pull back,staring at her wide-eyed. I’m about to ask her how the fuck a young, attractive, single woman like herisn’ton birth control, when the voice behind us snaps both of our attention.

Rosie is leaning against the door, the biggest smile on her face as she says, “Fuck guys,that was hot.”

Date

Lex

The fluorescent lights overhead buzz, the sound low and steady. I wrap my arms around myself, a chill settling into my bones as a result of the vent that blows icy air down onto us. Adrian drums his fingers anxiously against the counter, shifting his gaze around the empty pharmacy.

“Is there a bell or something?” he asks, irritated.

I shrug, and a shiver shakes me, my teeth chattering slightly.

It’s freezing in here.