I couldn’t believe I was letting him take me this way, in the middle of a public bathroom. But I couldn’t stop it, didn’t want to stop it, needed it more than I could have said. He began to thrust deep inside me, insistently and needing, rough and hard. His hand slapped down on my ass, sending bolts of painful tingles down my spine, mingling with the pleasure, making cool waves of good along my mind.
He pulled my hair, tipping my head back as he fucked me, his body rocking against mine. His strong chest and arms controlled me so easily, made me do what he wanted, made me take him how he wanted.
“Your pussy is so fucking tight,” he whispered in my ear. “I can’t stop thinking about it. I can’t get you out of my brain.”
I rocked my hips back, moving my ass, rolling around his cock as he fucked me. “Keep going,” I panted. “Keep going.”
My whole mind and body were tense, balanced on the edge. I needed him so badly, needed his thick cock filling me, needed his strength as he took me. I was dripping wet with intensity, pleasure rolling down my spine.
It was his strong arms, gripping my body, pulling me close. He pressed me against him and I moved my hand, putting it on his head, gripping his hair as he fucked me hard and fast. His cock thrust savagely deep inside me, taking me, making me his. He reached around and pushed my legs open wider as he began to rub my clit in circles, working me as he fucked me rough, deep, and hard. I moaned loudly, out of my mind, pleasure rocking through me, no longer caring who could hear me.
And as he fucked me deep, his hand working my clit, I knew I was about to tip over. My whole body tensed as the orgasm exploded through me, my whole body trembling. It was almost too much, too intense. The feeling overwhelmed me as I twitched and trembled, moaning his name over and over, but he didn’t let me go. He fucked me unrelentingly, pushing through the incredible, intense pleasure, pushing me over the edge.
And in the orgasm, I knew what I needed. I needed Emory, his strong arms, the way he controlled and worked me, the way he could so easily tip me over the edge and make me come. But more than that, I needed his protectiveness, his amazing smile, everything about him.
As my orgasm finished, I bent over again, pressing my ass against him. “Come inside me,” I gasped. “Fuck me hard, Emory.”
He grinned and fucked me deeper, harder, his body thrusting against mine. The cool slap of his skin against mine sent chills all over me as he groaned and grunted his pleasure, working me and fucking me hard.
And then I watched him tense, his face locked in a blissful look. I could feel him coming deep inside me, his cock spurting its pleasure deep inside me.
“Fuck,” he groaned as his orgasm slowly passed and he rocked slower and slower in and out of me. “Fuck, Tara.”
He pulled himself out and leaned against the wall next to me, panting. I pressed myself up against him as I sweated, and he wrapped his strong arms around me.
“I really, really needed that,” I said.
“I know you did.”
He grinned at me and I gave him a look. “We should get back out there, relieve Travis of his duty.”
“Yeah,” he grunted. “In a minute.”
I nodded, not wanting to move either. I stayed there in his arms, feeling safe, comfortable, warm.
But most importantly, feeling something at all.
Emory made me feel something, took the numbness away with his strength, and I knew that was more important than anything else.
Chapter 24
Emory
I began to get dressed, relaxation running through my body.
I hadn’t been able to stop myself. As soon as Travis pulled up, I followed Tara back into the rest stop bathroom, desire rolling through my core. After what had happened, I needed her, couldn’t risk waiting another second.
She was going to pretend like she didn’t need me just as much, but we both knew the truth. She couldn’t turn me down as much as I couldn’t turn away from her. The attraction between us was intense, powerful, drawing me ever deeper into her.
She smiled at me as I pulled my pants on. “What?” she asked.
“Nothing,” I grunted, realizing I had been staring at her. “You have something hanging out of your pants.”
“What?” She looked down at herself. “Oh shit. I forgot about this.” She pulled a little business card from her pocket. It had been hanging slightly out, just so that I could see the white tip.
“What is it?” I asked.
“Business card. I found it on the body of one of the guys.”
“Let me see.” I reached out and she handed it to me.
“I meant to tell you sooner, but I forgot in all the excitement. I’m sorry.”