"Feeling adventurous?" he asks me, and I don't even need to think of an answer.
"More than ever," I respond, squeezing his hand in mine and walking past him toward the ladies restroom. I step inside, look around and, confident that the place is empty, I pull him in. Moving quickly, I step inside one of the stalls and, still pulling on him, slam the door shut and turn to face him. I'm breathing so hard my lungs might just collapse anytime now, and my heart feels more and more like dynamite about to go off.
Smiling, he tucks a stray lock of hair over my ear and, lust burning in his eyes, takes one step toward me. Not wasting any time, he pushes me back against the wall, his hands on my hips. With his body pressed against mine, he leans and lays his lips on mine. My eyelids droop as I feel the touch of his mouth, and a gentle warmness spreads all over my body.
"I never … I never did anything like this," I pant, pulling back from his kiss and looking into his eyes. It's true; I've never done anything quite like this. Sure, I'm not an innocent maiden saving herself for marriage, but I have never been with a man after only five minutes and half a drink.
"I know," he tells me with a wicked grin. The look in his eyes tells me that he figured me out the moment he saw me for the first time, and that makes me want him even more. Placing both my hands on his face, I pull him into me and we kiss again; I push my tongue against his lips and, forcing them to part, I slide it inside his mouth. As we kiss, our tongues locked into a frenzied embrace, his hands go around my waist and he squeezes my ass gently.
I grow wetter with each passing second, the closeness of his body shutting out all rational thoughts and leaving only the steady pulse of desire. I take my hands to his waist and, grabbing at his shirt, I pull and untuck it. Going straight for the collar of his shirt, my eager fingers get to work and I start to unbutton it, baring his chest. I feel the hard edges of his muscles against my fingers as I go, and my heart tightens up inside my chest; he's more ripped than guys far younger than him. Trust me, I know: I've dated jocks and college athletes, and all of them pale in comparison to the man in front of me.
"Like what you see?" he whispers against my ear, his long fingers hooking themselves on the hem of my dress. Pursing my lips, I look down at his chest and nod. His pectorals are so defined they look like something out of a magazine cover, and they lead the way to a perfect wall of abs … And when I say perfect, I really mean it. Forget about a six-pack, Mason has eight perfect squares of muscle covering his stomach.
"I like it … I like it a lot," I purr, grabbing at his belt and unbuckling it. "But I want to see more … "
"You can see everything … But I want the same." With that, he hikes the dress up to my waist and cups my bare ass cheeks. He squeezes them harshly and then, with a growl, he lets go and takes both his hands to my shoulders. Moving fast, he pulls both straps down my arms at the same time, pushing the fabric of the dress down to my waist and baring my bra.
Diving into me, he places his mouth right between my breasts, the touch of his lips sending a shiver up my spine. My hands dart to his head, and I tangle my fingers on his hair, closing my eyes as sweet pleasure washes all over me.
With his face still between my tits, he takes one hand to my right breast and, as he squeezes it softly, he pulls down on the cup of my bra. I sigh loudly as the cool air laps at my hard nipple, electricity darting from it all the way down to my pussy. I'm so wet that my thong is already sticking to my skin, the fabric drenched with my fluids. Pulling on his hair, I direct his mouth to my nipple and, offering no resistance, he wraps his full lips around my hard tip. A slight moan leaves my mouth as he starts to suck, his fingers still curled at the base of my breast.
This feels a lot like winning the lottery. To think that, just a few minutes ago, I was enduring one awful date … And now here I am, claiming the big prize, the King of Wall Street himself. You go, Becca.
As Mason focuses on my tits, my right hand slides down and over his belt, my fingers resting over his crotch. My heart starts to gallop inside my chest as I start to curl my fingers, a thick and long shape pulsing against them … Grabbing his cock harshly, I bite my bottom lip as I realize how big he is. I don't think I have ever met a man with a cock like this … No, screw that, I didn't even know it was possible for a man to be this huge. Oh, this is way better than winning the lottery.
With one hand on his hair and the other on his cock, I throw my head back and press it against the tiled wall. As he sucks on my nipple, he moves one hand up from my waist, his fingers brushing against the ridges on my spine, and he only stops when he finds the clasp on my bra. With a simple flick of his fingers, he unhooks it, making both cups droop over my breasts.
"That's it … " I moan in a low and subdued tone as his mouth goes from one nipple to the other, his tongue lapping at it hungrily. The sound of my voice is still hanging on the air as, with a quick movement, he uses his body to part both my legs. Placing one hand on my right knee, he slides it slowly to my inner thigh and then, looking me straight in the eye, he flattens the palm of his hand against my drenched pussy.
"I like this … " he grins at me, pressing harder with his hand. "And I'm going to own it. Your pussy … is now mine," he leans in, whispering his words into my ear. The sound of his voice caresses my eardrums, embraces my mind, and unleashes the whip of desire inside of me.
"Yours … " I whisper. "Make it yours and --". With a quick flick of his fingers, he pulls my thong to the side and shuts me up. Moving his wrist, he places his index finger against my wet folds and, with just one quick movement, he slides it all the way in. I hiss through my gritted teeth, my muscles tensing up as I feel the tip of his finger brushing against my G-spot. Now this is a man who knows what he's doing; there's no trying or fumbling around, there's just flawless execution.
I gasp as he presses his finger against my G-spot, applying just the right amount of pressure. With my back pressed against the wall of the small toilet stall, I rock my hips forward by instinct; replying to the movement of my body, he starts to slide his finger in and out of me, hitting that sweet center of pleasure each and every time.
"This feels … This feels so good … " I whisper between hard breaths, barely able to keep my eyes open.
"This is nothing … " he whispers back, leaning into me and laying his lips on my neck. With gentle kisses, he traces the contour of my jaw and finally crushes his mouth against mine, parting my lips with his tongue and sliding it in. We kiss in abandonment as he works on me with his finger, a whirlwind of lust and desire lashing out at my mind. With a grin, he pulls back from our kiss and lays his free hand on my mouth, cupping it; at the same time, he presses hard against my G-spot and rubs me there until my body can no longer stand it.
I open my mouth and moan but, mercifully, his hand muffles the sound of my voice. God, I can't believe that I'm actually being fingered by Mason Kane in the bathroom of a bar. This is a new low for me-or, shall I say, this is a new high for me? What? This is the 21st century, hun. I'm a woman, I like sex, and I'm not ashamed of that.
My eyelids droop as my muscles finally relax, high voltage running through them and making them spasm. I see white lights behind my closed eyelids, and my pussy cramps around his fingers. I can almost feel pleasure crawling under my skin, nibbling at my nerve endings with tiny but powerful electric fangs.
"Oh, God … " I let out as Mason takes his hand out of my mouth; at the same time, he slides his finger out and brings it up to my face.
"We have to be quiet," he whispers, looking me in the eyes as that irresistible grin dances on his lips. Gently, he presses his wet fingertip against my lips and brushes it left and right, coating my mouth with my own fluids. Without thinking, I part my lips and let him slide his finger over my tongue. As he slides it back out, I suck it dry, the flavor of my wetness dancing its way up to my brain.
"Quiet … I'll be quiet," I tell him, a grin dawning on my lips as his finger pops out of my mouth. My fingers are trembling, but I still manage to still them with one deep breath; with barely steady hands, I go back to his cock and curl my fingers around it. His thickness makes the flames of desire dance high inside of me again, and I have to let go of his cock, just for the time it takes me to hook my fingers on his boxer briefs and tug them down. As I push his pants and boxers down to his knees, his cock springs free and slaps down the palm of my hand.