Controlled Burn- To Publish

by Lani Lynn Vale

  The way he felt inside of me.

  “You feel so fucking good,” I told him, biting him lightly on the back. “God.”

  He chuckled darkly and made a right where I’d indicated the bathrooms were. I noticed, however, that he failed to go into the women’s bathroom.

  “This is the men’s bathroom!” I whispered fiercely to him. “I can’t be in here.”

  Without turning on the light, he laughed at me and set me down onto the counter where my ass immediately got wet from where people made a mess washing their hands.

  Dean walked to check out the stalls of the bathroom for what I guessed were people that were trying to hide. I didn’t know for sure. Mostly because I was busy worrying about my wet ass.

  “Ugh,” I groaned, leaning forward and looking at my butt and the large wet spots on my dress. “Dean, this is going to be blatantly obvious when we—eek!”

  I was swept up once again in Dean’s arms, and this time we were full frontal.

  My legs went around his hips as my arms went around his neck. My breasts were pillowed against his chest, and my face was in line with his.

  “This isn’t allowed in school, baby,” I told him breathlessly.

  His smile was contagious.

  “I took you for a bad girl,” he teased as he shut the bathroom stall and locked it. “What, you’re gonna tell me you really were a goody two shoes and never did anything bad?”

  My eyes surveyed the area, taking in a urinal on one side of the large handicapped stall and a toilet on the other. Unlike all the girls’ bathrooms I’d been in before, this one had floor to ceiling Formica with only a small gap between the stall door allowing it to swing open and shut.

  “You have a bench in your bathroom,” I whispered. “Why?”

  He shrugged, the movement bringing my attention to the window that was streaming in moonlight above his head.

  “Don’t know,” he tipped the toilet seat down and sat, making sure to grind his erection up into my clit as he did.

  My thighs clenched on his, and my head fell backwards.

  Dean took advantage of my exposed neck by leaning forward and skimming his lips over the length of my throat, letting his tongue trail along one exposed cord to curl up around my ear.

  I bit back the moan threatening to bubble out of my throat, instead biting my lip to the point of pain.

  “Don’t hide from me,” he whispered. “Let me hear you.”

  I shook my head in denial, and he took it as a freakin’ challenge.

  “We’ll see how well you can hold it in, then,” he growled. “Stand up and take your panties off.”

  Biting my lip even harder to prevent my moan of agreement from slipping free, I did as he asked.

  Slowly lifting up the skirt of my dress, I hooked a finger at both hips and started to push them down.

  He stopped me before I could get them more than an inch past my hips by saying, “Turn around and let me see you bend over while you take them the rest of the way off.”

  I squeezed my eyes tightly shut as a flush rose over my cheeks.

  Presenting him with my back, I gathered the skirt in one hand, and pushed my panties down with the other.

  Once they were far enough down that I needed to bend to remove them, I did.

  Slowly.

  When one side was free of my foot, I widened my legs and stepped out of the other side, staying bent at the waist as his hand slowly lifted to run up the outside of my thigh.

  “You’ve got such a pretty pussy,” he informed me, letting one large thumb sweep between the lips of my sex.

  My fist clenched the panties in my hand, and I brought my free hand up to my lips to help hold the gasp inside.

  He laughed almost soundlessly before his head leaned forward, that naughty mouth of his skimming the delicate skin on the insides of my thighs.

  “You smell so fucking good,” he rasped against my leg. “I bet you taste just as good, too.”

  I closed my eyes and my hand unclenched my panties to grasp my knee.

  I needed the extra support.

  The feel of his tongue running up the seam of my sex had my legs weakening and my heart rate accelerating.

  I held onto my knees for dear life as I pushed back slightly, unable to do anything else.

  “Pure perfection,” he said after one languid lick. “You taste like honey.”

  I doubted I tasted like honey, but he was making me feel too good to disagree with him.

  As he licked and prodded my pussy with his tongue, I heard the distinct sound of the zipper on his jeans unzipping.

  Then I felt him remove his hands as well as his tongue from me before he guided my hips back.

  I sat in an awkward hover over his cock, stopping above him while he lined his cock up to my entrance.

  My thighs started to quiver and burn as he dragged out the agony of my wanting.

  When I was sure he was about to make me scream in frustration, he urged me to sit fully on him, and I cried out in relief.

  His chuckle had me wanting to hit him, but I couldn’t quite manage to lift my hands from my knees as he filled me completely.

  “Goddamn,” he gasped from behind me. “So tight. Fucking dreamed of this while we were quits. You were all I ever thought about…but this. No, this was the stuff of my dreams. This and your smile. Fucking killed me not having it.

  Tears immediately pricked my eyes, but the first push up on my hips, and the subsequent pull down had my throat closing as pleasure and sensation started to pour through me.

  “Ride me,” he urged, letting go of my hips to grab my calves so he wouldn’t be tempted to do any of the work.

  My dress fell down around us, concealing everything that was going on below our waists, and giving off an even more obscene feel to what we were doing.

  I was in the boys’ bathroom. At my old school. Having sex!

  There was no way in hell this could get any naughtier.

  I was wrong.

  There was a way.

  At first I didn’t notice.

  I was too caught up in the way my legs were burning, or the way he was filling me up so completely to notice at first.

  We were being relatively quiet, and my mind was so focused on what we were doing, the way he felt inside of me, that I didn’t hear the door open at first.

  I didn’t hear it until the door slammed, which then caused me to freeze half way down the length of Dean’s cock.

  Dean’s hands on my legs tightened, and I sank back down all the way until my ass rested completely against his thighs.

  “This is no different than what it used to be like ten years ago,” someone said.

  My pussy clenched around Dean’s cock when he reached up and untied the halter top around my neck, which, in turn, caused the front of my dress to fall and my breasts to spill out.

  His hands came up to cup my exposed breasts, and his fingers pinched the turgid peaks of my nipples.

  Someone entered the stall just to our right, causing our walls to shake as they closed and locked their door.

  My eyes widened as Dean pulled my nipples between his fingers and pulled up.

  “Move,” he whispered almost soundlessly against my ear.

  I did, rising up and falling back down, in order to stay attached to my nipples as he guided the pace.

  What sounded quiet before the two men had entered, now sounded like gunshots to my ears as my ass met the tops of Dean’s thighs.

  Each time I tried to slow down to muffle the sound, though, Dean pulled on my nipples hard enough to get me moving again.

  Doing as he urged, I rode him forcefully, trying hard to keep that last slap of our skin to a minimum as I did.

  In fact, the thrill of it was so tantalizing that I got back into what we were doing rather quickly.

  I was to the point where if he only let me play with my clit that I would come when someone tried to ente
r our stall.

  The lock held in place, though, causing the doors and walls to shake.

  “That one was always blocked off in high school, too,” who I now knew was Barrett, called, from his own stall where I could clearly hear him relieving his bladder.

  “Don’t I know it,” Jensen grumbled, choosing to go to the last stall to do his own thing.

  Dean’s hand left one breast and went south, coming to a stop to where we were connected.

  His large fingers felt where his cock stretched my entrance, and I could feel the almost inaudible growl that left his chest.

  “Did you say something?” Barrett called to his companion.

  “Nothing,” came Jensen’s muffled reply.

  I licked my lips and let my eyes fall closed as Dean gathered the wetness around my pussy and pulled his fingers up to my clit.

  The moment those skilled digits touched me, I couldn’t control the tiny whimper that left me.

  Luckily, the flushing of the toilet covered the sound, and I finally let a moan loose as the loud sound of the stall next to me opening and closing, as well as the rushing water, muffled my cry.

  I started riding Dean faster, no longer caring if we made a sound or not since the water was running at the sinks as well as beside me.

  My pussy felt like molten lava as Dean’s cock swelled inside of me.

  The moment he pushed deep and held himself still, I felt my release take me over.

  Dean’s hand that’d been at my breast rose to cover my mouth to block the scream that was on the verge of passing through my lips.

  Luckily, he got there in time, and held my mouth closed as his other hand continued pushing me further into my release.

  Swirls and flicks; pinches and tugs.

  His cock started to jerk, and I leaned my head back as the hot pulses of his cum started to fill me up.

  “You make me feel so good,” he whispered gruffly into my ear. “Only you make me come like that.”

  My eyes opened as his fingers stopped their delicious torture, my chest heaving in time with his as our breathing eased.

  We stayed like that for a long time as we waited for the two men to leave, but when five minutes came and went, our breathing slowed to normal, they were still there. Chatting away.

  I squeezed Dean’s hand to let him know I was getting up, and he reached for the toilet paper.

  I shook my head frantically at him, causing him to look at me like I was crazy.

  I might possibly be, but at this instant I needed to get off him.

  Leaning down while keeping his cock buried deep inside of me, I grabbed a hold of the bar beside the toilet with one hand, and started to unlatch my shoe with the other.

  My shoes were hooker heels, pure and simple. They were about a mile high, and I’d owned them since my senior prom.

  I was surprised as hell that Laney hadn’t mentioned seeing them.

  Seeing as they still fit, and they were only used about four times since prom, I saw no reason not to wear them.

  The latch was hard as hell to get off, and by the time I got all the wiggling and lifting of my foot out of the way, I noticed that Dean’s hands were fisting my dress at my hips.

  I’d, of course, noticed his cock.

  Who wouldn’t be able to notice that he was still just as hard inside of me now as he was twenty minutes ago when he’d first guided me onto his cock?

  But he’d come inside of me and had shrunk slightly as we’d waited for the men to stop talking.

  Now, though, he was getting harder by the second, and I still had one shoe to get off.

  “Get it off,” Dean said into my ear. “Hurry.”

  “I used to smoke in this bathroom,” Barrett broke into my thoughts. “And fuck.”

  Assuming that I was trying his patience, I leaned down and worked my shoe off the other foot. This one coming much easier now that I remembered which way to pull the latch that would easily unhook it from around my ankle.

  I’d just placed my tippy toes back onto the floor when Dean’s fists unclenched. He latched onto my hips and pushed me down so hard on his cock that a gasp slipped out past my lips.

  “Bathroom’s loud. I used to sit in that handicap stall with the window open and smoke, thankful as fuck that the toilet ran and the coaches that came to look for us couldn’t tell because the sounds canceled each other out,” Jensen mumbled. “Got my first blow job there, too. July Hoover Amsel.”

  I would’ve likely growled at that point, pissed off beyond belief that he would tell someone something so fucking personal about me.

  Instead, I was too busy being lifted in the air by Dean and pressed face first into the cool tile against the outside wall of the stall. One hand went to the wall beside my head, and the other hand went to my neck, his fingers turning my chin to look at him.

  “That why you don’t like it when I tell you that your mouth is perfect for sucking my cock?” he rasped so softly against my ear that it sent chills down my spine.

  I nodded slowly, Dean’s hand at my throat restricting my movement slightly.

  It was why. A lot of things that Dean did that I got wigged out about were directly related to this place. High school was a living hell for me, and those bad memories turned into triggers that set me off at inopportune times. Such as during a blow job that I was performing on Dean for the first time.

  “You’ll forget everything this stupid fucker said about you,” he promised, thrusting his hips forward, causing my hips to smack into the wall.

  I licked my lips, then nodded, knowing that was what he wanted.

  He smiled.

  “Good girl,” he whispered, thrusting his hips again.

  This time, though, my elbows that were against the wall gave out, causing my breasts to press against the cool tile and a squeak to fall out of my mouth.

  He laughed at me, causing me to glare at him.

  When he didn’t react to the glare, I clenched my pussy muscles on his cock, and his eyes widened.

  “Bitch,” he laughed softly.

  His hips started to thrust faster, but he stopped just shy of bottoming out inside of me due to the sound that our hips would make when he did.

  I was just on the verge of another Earth shattering orgasm when the door to the bathroom opened once again.

  Dean’s hand on my clit froze, but I dropped my own hand to help him out—or me out, depending on which way you looked at it—and circled my own clit as my orgasm rushed over me.

  I heard Dean’s low, chest rattling growl as I came around his cock, but the moment I was finished he pulled out of me without following me over the cliff, leaving me feeling bereft.

  I turned around and looked at him in confusion, but he had his hand up to his mouth and he was listening to the voices that I somehow managed to tune out during my release.

  This time there weren’t two voices, but three.

  Chapter 15

  Sometimes you have to burn bridges to get some distance from the people that’ll try to bring you down with them.

  -Fact of Life

  July

  “Did you get my money?” an extremely familiar voice asked.

  “No, Joe. I haven’t been able to come up with the cash yet,” Barrett apologized.

  He sounded scared, almost terrified even.

  My eyes went wide, and I stared at Dean in confusion.

  He recognized Joe aka Joseph Perry.

  We’d only just spoken with him thirty minutes before.

  Hell, we were even sitting at the table with his wife!

  Did his wife know he was making deals for money in the bathroom?

  “That’s unacceptable,” Joseph informed the two men. “We had a deal. You can’t make it happen, then I’ll cut you out of it.”

  Barrett growled and I could hear shuffling feet.

  The door opened and closed, and then there was quiet so long that I could’ve sworn nobody
was in there anymore.

  However, I was proven wrong when Jensen decided to add his two cents where it was obviously not needed.

  “Told you not to stick your nose in that,” Jensen said sarcastically. “Told you it was going to backfire. Your boss is going to be pissed.”

  Barrett growled out a vicious curse.

  “Shut the fuck up and help me think of something to do,” Barrett snapped. “I told the boss that I had a new mode of transportation. He said if I keep up the good work, I’ll be able to become one of his lieutenants. I can’t fuck this up!”

  “We’re not going to fuck this up,” Jensen announced. “Chill the fuck out and go the fuck back to the reunion. Go check out my ex and daydream about her hot, tight pussy like you used to.”

  “I think she traded up with that big man,” Barrett surmised. “She’s still hot as fuck, but it seems to me that she has something now that won’t have her looking at you twice again. You fucked up getting rid of her.”

  “I got ticked off that she wanted to be more than what I was willing to give her at the time,” Jensen boasted. “Got fucking old having her call me day in and day out wondering where I was. She was like my mother, only hotter and willing to give me head.”

  “Mother and giving head should not be in the same sentence, dude,” Barrett supplied.

  I had to say, I never thought I’d be agreeing with anything that man ever said, but in this instance, I felt he was right.

  Those two words should never be in the same vicinity of each other.

  Dean bent down and scooped up my panties, then went down to one knee to offer them up to me to thread my feet through.

  Knowing I would make a colossal mess, I put first one foot, and then the other into the holes.

  Dean lifted them up until they were snugly around my hips.

  He crowded me close, his eyes searching mine to make sure I was okay.

  Once he’d ascertained the state of my mental health, he walked over to my shoes and gathered them up in his hands.

  “Shut the fuck up,” Jensen groaned. “Let’s go before I lose the will to live.”

  Barrett chuckled and I heard the bathroom door open and close.

  Silence followed their leaving, and I wondered if I should chance opening the door or not.