FOLLOW(38)
“Right, Dad,” I say as I stand up. “We’re going to skip lunch and have our fun another way, so see you later, huh?”
“You’re a pig,” Sam calls out as I walk off.
She’s right, I am. But I like being a pig. I smile all the way to the restroom hallway, then dial up the bullet to maximum. I walk by the ladies’ restroom door and hear her moaning in there. My eyes sweep the immediate area and then I push through the door. “Grace?”
“Oh my God, what the hell, Asher? Get out!”
“Open the stall door, Grace.” Silence. “Now, girl, or the tryst is over and you can go back to your bungalow.”
The lock slides and the door opens a crack. I push through and have to maneuver past the door to get inside because she’s standing up in front of the toilet. “What did you do?” I demand. “Where is it?”
She swallows and looks me in the eye and growls. “In my pussy, Asher. Isn’t that where you wanted it?”
“You’re getting spanked for that.”
“Whatever,” she says with a wave of her hand. “Why are you in here?”
“To get you off and then we can leave. I’ve made our excuses to my family.”
“You wanted to humiliate me? Is that why I’m here? Make me into a joke?”
“No,” I say carefully, because she’s pissed off, I think. “I brought you here to have an orgasm. This place is perfect, right?”
“Here, in the women’s restroom at a five-star resort?”
“Ready?” And before she can answer my hand sweeps under her skirt and my fingers slide in her entrance next to the bullet. She’s warm and wet. Very wet.
“Someone will hear us, someone will see us.”
“I hope so, Grace, that’s the whole point.”
“I don’t think—”
“Shut up, girl.” She shuts up and I have a moment of fear that she might slap the shit out of me. Or at the very least, deny me the pleasure I’ve been imagining all morning.
But she doesn’t. I’ve noticed she has a hard time actually saying no. Sure, she had a few moments last night where she made me believe she was saying no. But she’s been saying yes since we met. She just doesn’t realize it yet.
So I lift up her skirt and then turn us around and push her face first into the stall door. “Say stop if you want, Grace. You always have a choice.”
She says nothing, so I take that as a yes.
I unbuckle my belt and undo my pants. Her breathing picks up and she puts a hand on the bathroom stall as I press towards her. She’s shaking. “Vaughn, I’m not sure. I really have an aversion to public—”
“Why, Grace?” I turn her around, pull her close, and hold her tight. “Why does it scare you?”
“Because I don’t want anyone to catch us.”
“What will happen if they do?” I lean in so I can see her face and figure out how deep her fear runs. She’s very serious.
“I know what you’re getting at. Who cares, right? Nothing is going to happen, but that’s not the issue.”
“That is the issue, Grace. Is it sexy? Does it turn you on? I know it does because you’re wet. So what’s stopping you from enjoying yourself with me? Now. Here. Or this morning in front of your bungalow.”
“I just…” She looks up at me, pleading for me to understand.
“You just don’t know how to give in, Grace. I told you, I don’t want people to see you naked. Your body is for my eyes only. I don’t want them to walk in any more than you do, but I want you to submit to me when I ask. Even if it means it makes you uncomfortable.”
She opens her mouth to protest but the door swings open and several women come in, laughing and joking. The stall walls shake as they enter on either side of us, and then the doors bang closed.
Grace takes a deep breath.
The girls talk over our stall to each other as they pee.
I place my hand on my girl’s heart and it’s racing, so I lean down and kiss her softly on the lips and whisper in her mouth. “You’re so sexy.”
She cracks a small smile, but her attention is on the girls around us, her eyes darting back and forth at the conversation bouncing off the walls.
“I want to take you,” I continue, grabbing her head and tipping up her chin to make her look at me. “Tell me yes,” I mouth silently.
Laughter erupts next to us.
“Say yes,” I whisper it this time. She closes her eyes and nods.
My hand slides up her skirt and I palm between her legs. A toilet flushes and I lean into Grace’s ear. “Enjoy it, darling.”
I remove the bullet and swipe it over her sweet spot. Her eyes close again, but this time she lets out a small moan. There’s enough noise in here to cover it up, so I keep going, pushing a finger into her asshole as I continue to drag the vibrator back and forth, making little circles around her clit. She’s so wet there’s a small slurping noise, but the second toilet flushes and Grace takes the opportunity to lean back into my chest and pant heavily.