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Noah swipes his tongue against mine, causing me to moan into him. He nips at my bottom lip while lifting me up onto the vanity. My mouth parts, but he quickly fills it with his tongue again, spreading my legs further apart, nestling himself between them.

I never imagined I would be a bathroom hook-up kind of girl.

I’m not much of a hook-up girl at all, really.

I haven’t been touched like this by anyone other than myself in a while, and even when I do it, it doesn’t feel this good.

That fact should be depressing, considering Noah’s hands are only kneading my hip and tangling in the back of my hair, but somehow everything he’s doing is right.

So right.

One warm hand sneaks under my shirt, and the length of his thick digit slides under the strap of my bra. The sensation between my legs continues to build, and my skin erupts in goosebumps as the tip of his finger grazes the underside of my breast.

I’m close, but I feel like I’m chasing something that's just out of reach. His hands and mouth are all over me but it’s the weight that’s now pressing between my legs that I so desperately needed.

Lost in the pure ecstasy of pleasure, I’m startled when I realize it’s me.

It’s me rocking my hips side to side, getting myself off over his exceptionally hard erection.

I’m moments away from having my first orgasm in months, and it’s about to be in my goddamn underwear while dry-humping.

My thoughts are a scattered, unorganized mess, but I dig my fingers into his muscled body and pick up the pace. An abrupt tug at the back of my hair forces me to look up at the ceiling, my lips parted, and my peaked nipples grazing Noah’s chest.

Warm lips caress my chin like a whisper, and my breathing is embarrassingly quick. “Savannah, if you keep grinding your dripping pussy on me…”

A delicious sting erupts across the left side of my face when teeth nip at the skin along my jaw, before he sucks at the delicate skin at the nape of my neck. “I’m going to come in my pants.”

Jesus Christ. I’ll probably beat you there.

I look down at him through my lashes and his hold on my hair lessens, allowing me to bring my head back down with a challenging twinkle in my eyes.

My tongue runs along my bottom lip before I pull it between my teeth and rock my hips to my left. His jaw flexes, and I slide right. A heavy grunt, and I move left again until his hands squeeze my hips, holding me still.

I thought his hands roaming my body and his skilled mouth on my skin were hot, but seeing the effect I have on him is tantalizing. I feel drunk on the power I have over him, until he thrusts his hips forward and a feral moan falls from the back of my throat.

He bites his bottom lip around a smile, jerking his impressive length forward again, hitting my unbearably sensitive clit.

I drop my head back, and all I can do is say a prayer that I don’t leave a wet spot on his pants.

He wraps his arms tightly around me as he thrusts again, holding me flush against his body, and I cry out.

“Is this what you wanted?”

I didn’t know I could enjoy dry humping so much, but with each thrust of his powerful hips, he proves that he could get the job done just like this.

I continue to grind against him and his mouth finds the sensitive part of my neck again, nipping and sucking.

My hands tangle in his shirt and hair, while his hands roam my body and roaring flames lick across my back and hips.

Our labored breathing echoes off the brick walls of the small room, and my stomach muscles begin contracting. It’s unbearable.

I’m so close.

Noah pulls his head back and his eyes lock on mine. The gaze is too intimate. I turn my head to the side, but he immediately wraps his hand around my jaw—the rough pads of his fingers digging into my neck as he pulls my face back to look at him.

His eyes are what will send me free-falling off the cliff that I was so delicately hanging on to.

Boom. Boom. Boom.

I startle, and we both freeze. I don’t know where his breath ends and mine begins. He drops his forehead to mine, and suddenly, I’m locked into the eyes of my own personal summer storm.

Neither of us looks toward the door, but Noah runs a palm along my hair, smoothing down what I’m assuming is more than just a few flyaways.

He steps back and I’m hit with a rush of cold air over my soaked underwear.

Another bang bounces off the door, but it sounds like nothing more than tiptoed footsteps when I look down to where Noah is adjusting himself in his pants.

I clear my throat, unsure of what to say. “That… looks painful.” I fumble.

He huffs a laugh , placing his hands on my knees. My breath is ragged as he drags them up my thighs, sliding my legs closed.

The door rattles with how hard the next knock comes, but Noah doesn’t flinch. He tucks a strand of hair behind my ear and drops his lips to the side of my head.

“Not as painful as not getting to taste you.”

I’m left staring at his back as he mutters a “sorry about that” to the guy with his legs crossed, standing at the door.