“Leah.” I turned toward his voice, still feeling dazed with the intensity of my own lust, and saw him peering through a crack in the door. “Come on.” I glanced out into the restaurant and then moved toward the men’s room door. Mr. Nolan pulled me in, pressing me against the door as he kissed me, his hands pushing the top of my dress fully down, his hands cupping and kneading my breasts. I gasped when his mouth moved down to them, licking and sucking at my nipples.
“There’s no one in here now,” he murmured, making a low growling noise against my breast. “But we can’t count on that…”
“Oh god,” I whispered, arching my back and wrapping my leg around his.
“Where? Please…”
“Yes,” he murmured, turning me and pushing me in front of him through the lounge and into a tiled room with sinks and urinals lining one wall and stalls lining the other. “In here.”
The black metal door swung open and he closed and locked it behind us. I sat on the toilet, my knees weak, looking up at him as I grabbed his hips in my hands, nuzzling my cheek against his crotch.
“We don’t have a lot of time,” he whispered as I unzipped and found him, freeing his stiff length and taking him into my mouth. I made soft noises as I sucked him, taking the length of him as far into my throat as I could while I worked the hem of my dress upward. My pussy was aching to be touched.
“Oh baby,” he murmured, his hand slipped behind my head and pulling me in deeper as I slipped my fingers past the elastic band of my panties and through the soft, swollen lips, searching for my throbbing clit. “That’s so good.” My soft moan around his cock was my only answer as I started to rub myself in fast circles, letting him pull my head, use my throat for his pleasure. My eyes traveled up the swinging pattern of his tie, searching his face and finding the lust there irresistible.
“Oh wait,” he whispered, easing out of my mouth. His cock was so slick and wet with my saliva that it dripped onto the white tile between my open thighs.
“Think we can get back before the next course?” I smiled.
“Let’s find out,” he groaned, leaning down and grabbing me with one arm, pulling me in to him and kissing me before turning me around and bending me over the toilet, shoving my dress high up to my waist and pulling my panties down just enough so he could probe between my smooth, fat lips.
“Jesus, you’re wet!” He tickled my clit and making me moan.
“Oh, don’t,” I cried, wiggling back against him. “Please don’t tease… put it in me.”
“You want it?” He rubbed his cock up and down my slit, seemingly not in any hurry.
I pressed my hands to the tile wall, spreading my legs wider and looking back over my shoulder at him. I knew what I must look like-my dress bunched at my waist, my breasts swinging free, my ass up in the air, my long legs in their strappy heels spread wide on the tile-I knew I looked like a slut, and I was. I wanted it, I wanted him, and I saw how much he wanted me, too, in his eyes, the way he looked at me.
“You know I want it!” I tilted my hips for him and pressing back, feeling the tip right there, teasing me. “Fuck me, Rob-fuck my tight little cunt as hard as you can!”
He groaned at my words, guiding the steel heat of his cock into my wetness, his hands moving to my hips for leverage. I gasped at the thick, throbbing invasion, but my back arched for more, my pussy squeezing him involuntarily as he went in to the hilt.
“Do it!” I rocked and felt the tip of him moving deep inside of me. “Hard!” He started to move, burying the length of his cock into my flesh again and then again, working up to a fast rhythm, our flesh slapping together, the sound echoing in the large, tiled space. I used one hand pressed flat against the wall to keep my balance, but my other hand went between my legs to rub my clit as he pounded harder into me, making me moan.
“Harder,” I hissed, pressing back into the saddle of his hips and grinding there. “Oh fuck, Rob, harder!”
He grunted in response, driving deep, slamming into me so hard that it took my breath with each thrust, leaving me gasping, but I still wanted more. I couldn’t get enough of him. His fingers dug hard into my hips, his cock driving so deep it almost hurt, and I begged him for more-and he gave it to me.
“Oh baby,” I moaned, feeling that sweet, delicious heat spreading through my lower belly. “Oh please, come on, do it, make me come!”
“Yes!” He groaned, thrusting into me even faster. “Come for me, Leah.” The door opened-I heard the tell-tale squeak and froze-but my body refused to cooperate. I was too far gone.
“I’m gonna come!” I whimpered, and I felt his body stiffen, too, at the intrusion, his movements slower. He slipped a hand under my belly, holding me still, and he must have known or sensed what was coming, because his other hand moved to cover my mouth.
I moaned, I couldn’t help it, as my body let go, my clit throbbing with my climax, my pussy squeezing, contracting, looking to milk his cock as I came and came, the sensation making me shudder and buck against him. My cries and gasps were muffled against his hand, and his cock was still buried deep into me as my orgasm started to subside.
“Shh.” He moved his hand away from my mouth and I shivered, looking back at him, hearing the sound of someone walking across the tile, unzipping, urinating.
He put one finger to his mouth, slowly pulling out of me, and I bit my lip, watching the look of pleasure crossed with pain as he eased all the way out. I turned, leaning in and kissing him, trying to quiet my breathing, my heart still racing, as I took his cock in my hand.
It was my turn to put my finger to my lips as I sat on the toilet, pulling on the length of him until he was wedged between my legs. The urinal flushed out there as I took him into my mouth, tasting my pussy and his pre-cum mixed together while I swallowed him down, working him with my mouth and throat muscles.
My eyes never left his and he grabbed the back of my head again, his eyes closing as I sucked him deeper, feeling the swelling heat of him in my mouth. I knew he was close, and I was ready to swallow it, the ridges against my tongue seeming to expand, the vein underneath pulsing with his imminent release.
The sink started with a rush, and that’s when he came, shuddering and thrusting into my throat. I started to swallow as quietly as I could, the rush of hot fluid down my throat coming in fast, rhythmic waves. His face was twisted in pleasure as I milked his cock with my mouth and tongue, still licking and sucking as his climax started to ebb. I smiled up at him, hearing the sound of the door opening and closing, as I licked the head of his cock clean.
“How many courses do you think we missed?” I kissed the head of his cock.
“Brat!” He pulled me to a stand and kissed me, hard. “You’re too much.”
“Never enough.” I wiggled against him as I pulled up my panties and straightened my dress.
“You go out first.” He sighed, shaking his head, but he was smiling. “I’ll come after you.”
“Isn’t that how it just happened?” I teased, kissing his cheek and moving back so he could open the door.
“Go!” He slapped my ass like a horse out of the starting gate as I slipped by him out the stall door. “Try to be a good girl.”
“I keep trying… but it’s not working.” I laughed, smiling over my shoulder at him as I went through the lounge.
I checked my dress and hair in the mirror briefly before pulling the door open and heading back into the restaurant. I had lost all track or sense of time, and hoped that we hadn’t been gone that long. I also fervently hoped that Erica was still flirting with Charles and hadn’t really missed us.