You did great, babe. I'm so proud of you, and I can'twait to show you ;)
Would you look at that? I'm no longer blushing. Suddenly, all of the blood that was previously collecting in my neck and ears has rushed straight the hell down to my cock. I need to get out of here—now.
Brooke pats her mouth with the cloth napkin and excuses herself from the table. How long should I wait before going to find her? How long before it isn't suspicious? I decide to count to twenty in my head. Luckily, no one is really paying attention. Darrell and his husband are happily chatting. Some other people that I vaguely recognize are focused on their own plates.
By the time I reach twenty, it'sdefinitelygo time. With a mumbledexcuse me, I leap to my feet and hustle out of the main dining room to the hallway where Brooke disappeared. The slight motion of the boat sailing through the water has me a little unsteady—or is it the wine?
As I round the corner, I find my girl leaning against the wall, waiting for me. She giggles and waves before curling her finger, beckoning me closer.
"The bathrooms lock from the inside," she whispers into my ear.
"Is that so? How very interesting. You'll need to show me."
Giggling excitedly, Brooke leads me down the hallway and around a few corners, until the din of conversation from the dining room has long faded. I furtively scope out the space—it definitely seems like it's opento our group, but no one has ventured far from the dinner (or the open bar, for that matter).
She pushes open a dark wooden door markedLadies' Roomin a delicate, swirly font. The rush of the forbidden rendezvous crashes through me like a wave, and I can't keep my hands off of her. Clamping my hands around her soft waist, I kiss her with all of the pent-up aggression from hiding our relationship the whole evening. Her hands find their way into my hair, latching on with the same voracity I feel.
"I wanted to kiss you so much from the instant I saw you," I murmur into the soft waves of green hair behind her ear.
"I wanted to jump up and hug you when you were done speaking," she whispers back.
"Is that all you wanted to do? Just hug me?"
She laughs and squeezes me even tighter. "No. No, I wanted to domuchmore than that."
"Yeah? Show me."
Brooke releases me from her clutches and hikes up her dress, bending over the sink jutting from the wall. She steals my breath away—my girl, my beautiful woman, is wearing crotchless panties. A crotchless thong with bright red lace exposes her soaked pussy and gives me the most glorious view of that perfect ass. She wore these under that fucking dress? At the company dinner? I think my heartmight stop, and the ocean will swallow me up if I don't touch herright the fuck now.
"Fucking hell, baby. You wore that for me?" I reach out and caress the soft swell of her ass cheeks, enraptured by the sight.
"What if I said I didn't?" Brooke wiggles her ass in my face. She'stauntingme. God, she wants this as much as I do.
"Then you'd be in trouble, baby. Are you trying to get in trouble?"
"Why don't you find out?"
My hand—seemingly with a mind of its own—rears back and rains down hard on her ass cheek with a loudsmack. I can't hold in the feral groan that rumbles from my chest. The jiggle of her ass is mesmerizing. Hypnotizing. She was made to torment me, I'm sure of it.
"Is that all you got?" Her voice is low and breathy.
I set my jaw and spank that glorious ass again, knowing that I don't have the self-control to keep my dick in my pants for much longer. She yelps and moans with every slap of my hand. Each of her cheeks glows a tortured pink to match that fucking dress. My cock is harder than steel and I need to be in her,now.
Shoving my pants to the floor, I line up the head of my cock to her sopping pussy. With barely a nudge, she welcomes me into her delicious heat. My eyes roll back in my head and I nearly erupt with a primal moan.
"Fuck me, Dustin, please fuck me, please," she babbles and sways her hips.
I latch onto her like a barnacle. I can't control the rhythm of my thrusts; I can't control myself. I can't control anything. Brooke is mine—all mine—and I'm claiming her like some kind of caveman.
And she loves it.
Brooke
Myheartispounding,and my breaths can't come fast enough. Dustin fucks into me like it's his last act as a living man, like he can't get enough of me. And fuck, I can't get enough of him. I've never felt his cock this hard before. I roll my hips in time with his frantic thrusts, chasing my own orgasm—it can't be far.
"Is this what you wanted, baby?" Dustin grunts into the back of my neck, leaning over me, pushing me harder into the sink. "Is this what you were asking for?"
"God, yes—please, fuck, please don't stop. Please, I need it, I need you." I don't even know what I'm saying. Stars flitter around my vision. All of my senses are completely focused on Dustin and what he does to me. The rough drag of his cock in and out of me, the steady pressure of his hands on my hips, the labored breaths puffing out between groans and masculine grunts.
