He pulled back from me and pushed my shoulders back against the stall. His body flattened against mine, pinning me with his heat. I could feel his hard cock against my thigh and I was surprised at its girth and size.
“Slow down there, spoiled girl,” he growled at me, deep green eyes full of desire.
“You don’t seem like the slow type,” I replied.
His lips found my neck and slowly he kissed his way up toward my ear. I threw my head back, savoring his touch and the tingling sensation that ran over my skin.
“You don’t know me,” he whispered. I pulled my face back and looked him in the eyes.
“Do you want me to?” I asked.
There was a moment where I thought he might answer. What he might have said floated between us, the possibilities growing in all directions, but the silence stretched on. Instead, he leaned forward and kissed me lightly again, then stronger. I felt his hands cup my ass and squeeze, forcing my wet mound against his crotch. I shivered from the pleasure it sent through my clothes, and our mouths opened hungrily again.
I had never done anything like that before. He seemed much more at ease with making out in a bathroom stall than I was, and I couldn’t help but think he had done it before. His right hand roamed down my body and slipped into my shorts. I felt his rough fingers rub my soaked cleft over my useless panties, and he growled again in my ear.
“Soaked already, miss prissy,” he said. I let out a small moan as his practiced fingers worked my spot, sending waves of pleasure through my spine. His lips found my neck and throat again, and I ran my fingers through his thick hair. I couldn’t think about anything but his body, and how badly I wanted him to take me. In that moment, I knew I would have done anything for him, and let him do anything to me. I was melting in his embrace, losing myself, and I loved every second of it.
I reached my hand out and grabbed his cock through his jeans. I could feel how hard and huge he was, and I let out another small moan. I rubbed its length, savoring the thickness and the size, and he let out a small grunt.
Suddenly, the door to the bathroom flew open and slammed against the wall with a loud bang. We stopped immediately, and his head snapped up in the direction of the intruder.
“Fuck off,” he said loudly.
“Rex, it’s Clutch. You got a job,” came the response. The voice was deep and serious. Rex slid his hand from my shorts and disentangled our bodies.
“This second?” he asked.
“Right now. Take a minute, get your shit together, then meet us out back.” The door to the bathroom slammed shut, and the intruder was gone.
I looked up at Rex, and he let out a quiet curse. He zipped and buttoned his pants then opened the stall door.
“Sorry, but I have to go,” he said. I couldn’t believe it. Was he fucking serious?
“You need to go right this second?”
“Sorry. Not the kind of job I can say no to.”
Wow. What a complete asshole. I stared at him open mouthed, flushed through with emotion and desire, and beyond pissed that he was about to walk out on me.
He walked over to the sink and splashed some water on his face as I gathered myself together. I couldn’t believe he was stopping, and my body was still amped up. I couldn’t decide if I wanted to smack him or kiss him again.
“Well, are you coming back?” I said lamely, not sure what else to do.
He turned and looked back at me. His eyes were still filled with passion, but there was also a sadness to his look that I didn’t understand.
“You seem nice. I had a good time. But you should leave here and never look back. This isn’t the kind of place for someone like you.” He was starting to sound like a broken record and it pissed me off a little bit.
I shook my head, annoyed. “Quit saying that. How do you know I want to get involved with you, anyway?”
He was quiet for a second. “I guess I don’t.”
“Okay then. You should take my number. If you want to do this again sometime, call me. Otherwise, good luck I guess.”
He let out a sigh, and I could tell he was conflicted. He didn’t seem like the kind of man to have second thoughts, but something was bugging him. He certainly was decisive when he took me into the bathroom a few minutes ago. It was pretty clear that the prospect of the upcoming job had shifted him into a completely different mindset.
“Fine,” he said then dug from his pocket the oldest phone I had never seen. He handed it to me, and I almost laughed.
“What, is this thing from 2002?” I asked.
He grinned. “Probably, but it works. Got a problem, spoiled girl?”
“Asshole,” I said, as I typed my number into his contacts. When I finished, I gave it back to him. He slipped it into his pocket.