The Pact(82)

“Spread your legs, wide,” he demands and before I can do so, his body is pushing between them. “Wider,” he growls.

I go as wide as I can without my heels slipping and try to control my stance. I’m not one to shy away from dirt in sexual situations but I do have to say I’m glad that the bathroom is spotless tonight. I’m not sure the men’s bathroom would be the same but even then there’s a thrill about needing something so bad, you don’t care where you get it.

This is one of those situations.

Linden pulls my skirt up and slips his hand between my ass cheeks, entering one finger into me. I flinch a bit – I wasn’t expecting that – but he quickly removes his finger and uses his hand to steady his cock.

“Maybe later?” he playfully suggests.

“Maybe.”

He then primes himself at my opening and waits for a few beats. I can feel the heat coming off of him, his size and immensity at my back, the way his eyes burn into me. I know he’s looking at my ass, at his dick as he’s about to push its inflexible length inside me. Before I can urge him in, he pushes with one large, powerful thrust.

My fingers clench against the tiles, my elbows and knees locking to keep me in place. I can’t help the cry that escapes from my lips, and then the soft “oh,” as he slowly, agonizingly, pulls himself out.

This man is larger than life.

He is my life.

He is my Linden.

And he’s pounding me from behind in the woman’s washroom.

With one hand gripping the top of the bathroom stall and the other holding me in place at the waist, he drives himself in with hot, deep jabs that hits the right spot every time.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he hisses, inhaling sharply. “Baby, I’m coming, I’m coming.”

Before I even have a chance to try and catch up, he lets go of my waist and slides a finger over my clit, petting it twice, and that’s all it takes to set me off like a bomb.

I explode outwardly, until I feel like there is nothing left and he explodes into me. I can feel him inside, hot and potent as I throb around him and then his arm is under my belly, holding me up while my legs begin to give up.

I almost fall in the toilet. That would have been a tough one to explain.

“That was incredible,” I whisper, trying to catch my breath, to bring my head back down from swimming in the stars.

He kisses the back of my bare shoulders. “Now who is being cheesy?”

I turn around and give him a sloppy grin. He’s got that look I love in his eyes; sleepy, happy and satisfied. I love it because I’m the only one who gives him that, the only one who can render such gentleness from this bear of a man.

He bends down and pulls a few swatches of toilet paper off the roll and then sweeps it up my inner thighs in a very soft, tender fashion.

“People will get suspicious if you have semen on your legs,” he explains with a smile before tossing the paper in the toilet. “Personally, I love the look on you.”

We step out of the stall and quickly smooth ourselves over in the mirror. I’m just about to unlock the door to head out first when there’s a knock at it.

I freeze. Maybe if I don’t say anything, they’ll just go away. I look at Linden and put my finger to my mouth.

The person knocks again and says, “Hello? Steph?”

It’s Kayla.

Damn. Well, I guess it could be worse.

I motion for Linden to go into the other stall which he does and then I unlock the door, opening it a crack.

“Hey,” I say brightly. “What’s up?”

“What are you doing in there, I’ve been looking for you.”

“Uh, I had stomach problems.”

“So you locked the whole area?”

“Bad stomach problems.”

She grimaces and then looks over my shoulder. “Who is that?” she asks and then she’s pushing open the door and stepping into the room.

“Linden?” she asks, staring down at his shoes. Not many guys wore combat boots today.

“No, it’s some random guy,” I quickly say.

“Who, Ireland Brownnoser?” she says and then pushes open the door to the stall. “I knew it!” she exclaims.

Linden emerges from the bathroom, not looking as sheepish as I would have expected.

“Shhhh!” I hush her and go to lock the bathroom door behind me. “Keep it down. No one knows.”

“No shit, no one knows,” she says, narrowing her eyes at Linden. “God, Stephanie, how could you with this jackass?”

“Uh, you did it with this jackass,” Linden points out.

“Linden, shut up,” I tell him. I turn to Kayla and give her a pleading looks. “Please don’t tell anyone. We just are figuring shit out and don’t want people to know.”