I dug in my pocket for a condom and ripped the foil, rolling it over my dick. I hated having to break up our natural rhythm, but I didn’t know this woman. She waited for me to take care of it. But she was still breathing hard, letting me know how much she wanted me.
I had her up against the wall, lifting her one leg to open her up for me, and my cock found the entrance of her willing pussy without much difficulty. She was so wet when I pushed into her, I groaned. Her eyes closed, her mouth open. I pumped my hips back and forth a few times, sliding in and out before I got serious.
I fucked her hard, thrusting into her tight, amazing pussy.
“This feels so good,” she said, panting.
“You like my cock in your pussy?” I asked her.
“Yes,” she said, and I could tell she meant it. “It’s so fucking big. It feels me up completely.”
She was right about that. I grabbed onto her ass and then I spanked it a little while I continued to fuck her.
“You’re such a bad girl,” I told her, spanking her left ass cheek, then the right. She cried out “oww!” each time, but her pussy tightened around my cock, letting me know that somewhere underneath the pain, she was feeling pleasure. “But you are so good at taking my cock.”
“Yes, spank me,” she called out, as if surprising herself by her sudden need and desire for a paddling. I was happy to oblige her, spanking her ass again and then holding on to both ass cheeks while I spread her pussy wider and pushed harder.
Looking down, I smiled at her plush, red ass cheeks and at the eager way my cock was pushing in and out of her pussy. I hadn’t had sex this good in a long time. Who would have thought that about random bathroom sex with the sister of my high school best friend?
I reached around and played with her clit while she started to moan.
“I’m so bad,” she called out. “I saw you in the bar and I wanted you to fuck me. I knew you’d have a big cock and that you’d know how to give me what I need.”
“Yes,” I told her, lightly spanking her clit while I fucked her pussy hole. “I knew your pussy wanted my cock.”
“It’s always wanted your cock,” she said.
I liked the sound of that, but she didn’t elaborate. She looked a little embarrassed about the confession. But I loved it.
“Oh, my God,” she called out, leaning back and pulling my hair as she came. “This feels so fucking good.”
I played with her nipples, rubbing them gently in circles while she finished coming. After that, she kind of collapsed on me a bit, laying up against my chest and moaning as if she was in heaven.
I was so glad I was able to make her come like that, give her the release she had so obviously been craving. I twisted her nipple for good measure while she came down off her high, and then I held onto her clit with one hand and her nipple with the other, squeezing her, claiming her as my own, if only for one crazy moment.
She was a generous lover, still moving her hips against my pelvis, letting the rhythm of our fucking continue even after her gigantic orgasm. She was breathing softly, moaning a bit, shaking her fucking gorgeous tits in my face while letting me have my way with her as I continued to fuck her dripping wet pussy.
I could make myself last for a while if I wanted to, but this wasn’t about taking my time. This was about a quick fuck-and-release. I had to remind myself of that fact, because this was so good I found myself wanting more, which is unlike me.
I felt her pussy clamp down on me, as if wanting to help me along with my own orgasm. There was no need for that, although it was a welcome addition to the pleasure I was experiencing. I felt a twinge in my balls and I stuck a finger up her ass, which seemed to surprise her even more than the spankings did.
“Oh,” she said, and the innocent little way it came out made my cock pulse and throb even more inside her.
The tone of her voice contained a confession. She wasn’t used to this. Bathroom sex with random strangers, I mean. And she probably wasn’t used to a lover who knew how to give her body what it didn’t even know it wanted or needed. She’d never been with a man like me before. And, from the sound of her “oh” at the way I was exploring her asshole, I didn’t think she’d been with many at all.
I couldn’t hold back. That fucking innocent little tone of hers made me come. She rested her head on my shoulder and I took a little bite of her neck, claiming her once again. A moment later, I released inside her, pumping into the condom.
She made another small sound, suddenly rather quiet after all her dirty talk. I slid off the condom and threw it in one of the sanitary bins.
I had to duck back into the stall to do so. That was fine by me, so I wouldn’t see her naked, fucking gorgeous body.
I was doing my best not to look at her, because I suddenly felt vulnerable, and I hate being fucking vulnerable with a woman. I knew what they did to you when you opened yourself up to them. And I refused to ever have that done to me again.
I was afraid that if I looked at her, I wouldn’t want to stop. I’d want to keep my eyes on her until I got hard again, and fuck her all over again. And again and again and again.
Fuck, Jacob. Pull yourself together.
Maybe I was having these thoughts because she wasn’t really just a random stranger I was hooking up, I thought. I had known her before. We had a prior connection. But damn, that sex was hot. Perhaps it was just making me a bit discombobulated.
When I stepped out of the cubicle again, her tits were tucked in under her bra and shirt, and she was working her skirt over her big, fine ass. She fluffed her hair in the mirror, applied an extra layer of lipstick, which reminded me that I had kissed her while I was fucking her—fuck, I never do that—and turned to me with a smile.
I was half wondering whether she was going to ask me for my autograph, like the last girl I was with. For some reason, I would be offended.
She didn’t though. She smiled and said, “I’m going to fix myself up a bit more, if you’d like to head out, don’t wait on me.”
“Sure thing,” I told her. “Thanks for the fun.”
“You’re welcome,” she shrugged, as if it was no big deal.
Woah.
This girl- turned- woman had gotten what she wanted out of me, and was ushering me out. I wasn’t used to that—it was usually the other way around.
That must be why I still want her again, I thought, as I snuck out the door. It has to be human nature to want something you can’t have, and she’s sure not acting like I could have her again. I mean, in actuality, it wouldn’t be a good idea.
Her brother Kyle was not fond of me. He wouldn’t be happy at all to hear about our little escapade. Therefore, this was a forbidden thing that just seemed hotter than it was, because it was taboo.
Sure, that’s it, I laughed at myself, as I left Kina in the bathroom and behind me for good. It’s not that that girl from way back when is now the hottest you’d ever seen, or that the sex was the most amazing you’d ever have. It’s not that you’ll miss her cute face, curvy body or tight pussy.
Keep on telling yourself that until you fucking believe it, Jacob. Or at least until you can forget about that strange feeling you got while you were inside her. That feeling that was much like the one you never wanted to feel again, but somehow, even stronger.
Chapter 4 – Kina
I was back at work, after having confessed my crazy night over the weekend to Lacey. Now that had been an interesting conversation.
“You’re kidding me!” she’d exclaimed. “This was Hanson’s friend? Someone on his team?”
“Not that I know of,” I told her. “I think he plays for a team in Texas. I kind of purposefully didn’t ask much about him, though, so I don’t know what he was doing in town, or how he knows Hanson. I just know he was hot, and I decided I wanted to have a random crazy hook up with him, so I did. And apparently you’re not allowed to call me a slut for it anymore, according to Tess. This is the twenty teens and we’ve progressed past slut sham
ing.”
“I would never,” Lacey insisted. “Just because I got married doesn’t mean I’m some judgmental prude. I think it’s awesome that you knew what you wanted and went for it. I just can’t believe it was with Kyle’s old friend! How is that going to go down?”
“I hope it doesn’t,” I told her. “Jacob and I promised we wouldn’t tell anyone. Well, you don’t count, of course.”
“Of course.”
“I mean, you do count as someone, of course,” I clarified, as both of us laughed “And you count as someone who is privy to my deepest, darkest secrets, so, you don’t count when it comes to the pact I made with Jacob, which is what happens at the sports bar stays at the sports bar.”
“Well, I’m going to ask Hanson what’s up with Jacob,” she said. “I’ll find out why he’s in town for you. And maybe for how long. So you can do it again maybe.”
“No, don’t,” I insist. “I mean, my libido appreciates it…”
The thought of the chance to be with Jacob again lodged itself in my mind despite my strong desire to kick it out of there. I knew I couldn’t be with him again but part of me didn’t want to accept that.
“I mean, I don’t want there to be rumors and gossip and stuff.”
“Oh, Hanson wouldn’t say anything,” Lacey rushed to say, and I jumped in to clarify.
“I know,” I told her. “I’m sure he knows how to keep a secret. Look at everything that happened with the two of you.”
She laughed.
“But I just want to keep it a dark secret, in the past,” I insisted. “I don’t want it being brought up back into the present. It was perfect like it was, but it would be a mistake to drag it on.”
“Okay, whatever you say,” Lacey said, as I tried my best to convince myself of what I was telling her.
And now it was time to stop thinking about all of that and focus on work. Lacey and I had studied the same major, public relations, and we went into the field at the same time once we graduated. She had shot to the top straight away, working with celebrities and really making a name for herself, but I didn’t walk that road. Instead, I had become a PR manager for regular business folk, doing what they needed from me and flying beneath the radar.
I didn’t mind because I liked my job. I liked working with people, and I preferred staying behind the scenes. The people I worked with had to do the press releases, the public appearances, and all that jazz. I told them what to do to hone their images but otherwise I blended into the background.
“Hey.” Peter stopped at my desk on his way from the copy room. “Carlson wants to see you.”
I nodded. “Thanks.”
I got up and walked to Mike Carlson’s office. I’d worked for Carlson from the start, and he was a good boss.
“Sit down, Kina,” he said when I walked into his office. “I have a new project for you.”
I sat down and looked at him eagerly. I liked getting new clients. I liked starting with someone from scratch and building something great.
Carlson handed me a file. “I don’t know if you’ve heard of the Florida Sharks,” he said.
I frowned. Of course, I knew what they were.
My best friend had married the star quarterback. But, even more so, they were an NFL team, and the local one at that. And I had just had bathroom sex with a pro football player.
Never mind that, I told myself.
I was miffed that Carlson assumed I wouldn’t know about football. Probably because I was a girl. But, whatever. My job was to know about a lot of different things.
“It’s a football team,” I said.
Carlson nodded. “One of the new players needs a little help.”
I usually got businesses that needed help, not football teams. Not celebrities.
“Why did I get this?” I asked.
“Because you’ve been working hard, and you deserve it,” Carlson said.
I looked up at him. If it was a football player, it was a very high-profile client. This was like getting a raise.
“Thank you, sir,” I said.
Carlson nodded at me, flashing a smile before turning back to his work. I got up, knowing I’d been dismissed. I clutched the file to my chest as I walked back to my desk.
Oh. My. God. This was my first famous client. Ever.
As soon as I sat down, I opened the file. I was so excited. I had never gotten someone this big. Lacey had gotten some big, famous people everyone knew about, and this was my turn. I had gotten …
Jacob Lawson.
Oh, God.
Could it really be? How could fate be so twisted? Jacob played for the Sharks? And I was just assigned to work with him?
Before I could process it, Carlson cleared his throat and said, “Kina? Is this okay? I know it’s a big assignment and might seem overwhelming, but I also figured you would want it and could handle it…”
“Yes,” I said, rushing in to reassure him that he had made the right decision. “I do want it. I can handle it.”
I’m not sure if I can handle Jacob, I admitted to myself, if handle him means be around him and not want a repeat of the other night.
But, I was going to have to try. It would be pretty hard to work with Jacob, not only because he had been my brother’s best friend but also because I had just fucked him in a bathroom stall and I couldn’t get him out of my mind.
It was just my luck that he was the first famous person I was assigned to help. But, I had a job to do, and I was going to do it well.
“Good,” said Carlson, as he left. “I’m glad to hear it.”
I paged through the photos, trying to calm down my racing heart. There was Jacob, looking the same as he had last night but very different from in high school, since he had changed a lot since then. He’d about tripled in size, and in a good way. He’d cut his blond hair short, and it made his blue eyes stand out so much more. He had all those tattoos. My mind drifted off, remembering the way my fingers had traced them on his chest as he’d fucked me.
I willed my mind to stare back at the photographs in front of me and get into the present instead of the past. He had a cocky attitude, like he thought he was God’s gift to mankind. That hadn’t really changed, come to think of it.
I took a deep breath, forcing myself to concentrate on my job, and on doing the same thing I would do with any other client. I asked Trish, our secretary, to call Jacob and find out when he was available to come in for a meeting.
“He said he’s available now,” she said, after calling him. “He’ll be here in less than an hour.”
Oh, wow.
I was going to be face to face with Jacob Lawson once again. A lot sooner than I was anticipating.
Chapter 5 – Kina
I met Jacob at one of the meeting rooms in our offices.
When he walked through the door, his presence spilled into the room before him. It filled the room, pushing into the corners until the room was so full of him.
He looked as surprised as I had been, to find out I was his PR manager.
“What the hell?” he asked, his handsome eyes wide with surprise. “Is this for real?”
“I know,” I said, shaking my head to let him know it was crazy to me too. “I couldn’t believe it either. But this is my job, so…”
He nodded solemnly, which reassured me. He seemed to know that it was important to stay professional. I appreciated him for that. And then I realized that he was probably embarrassed too, due to the nature of needing a PR manager, and then finding out it was me.
He sat down across the corner from me, and I could smell his cologne. I struggled to think straight.
“So, Ms. Kina Peterson,” he said when he sat down. “You’re the one assigned to clean up my image.
I nodded. “Yep, that’s me. I’m your new PR manager.”
I looked up at him. His haircut really did make his eyes stand out. They were a bright blue, the color of fall skies.
He smiled at me, and it was a smile that changed his fa
ce completely, turning him from roguishly handsome to drop dead gorgeous.
“Well, let’s get started then,” he said, resolutely. I appreciated his strength in this crazy situation. “What all does this entail? You know that I’m not really here of my own free will. It’s kind of a condition of my continuing to play. So, you tell me what I need to do, and I’ll do it.”
I looked at his file again. He was making me feel unbalanced. I couldn’t believe that the guy I slept with was not only my brother’s best friend but also my very first famous client, a football player. But in this case, he was more like infamous.
“Let’s talk about the charges,” I said.
Jacob swallowed, his eyes sliding away from me. He didn’t want to talk about it. I didn’t blame him. Assault charges were a big deal.
“It was a misunderstanding,” he said.
I nodded. “I gather it was. I read the reports.”
He didn’t answer me. When his face was this serious, he looked completely different. He looked less like the kid I’d seen before and more like the player who had been in the news a while ago.
“Look,” he said. “I know that it was wrong. I feel like shit about it. I’m ready for a better image. Things just keep going wrong for me, and I just want the press to calm down and let me carry on with my life now.”
I nodded, still looking at his file. I could imagine what it had to be like to be in the press this much. A lot of my clients had been in the news frequently, but it was different for the celebrities.
“It will come,” I said. “We just need to work at it, and in time, everything will change.”
He smiled when I said it and that carefree look was back. When he smiled, his eyes were almost cerulean. They were so striking.
“I’m looking forward to working together,” Jacob said, his smile unnerving me. I smiled back at him.
“I look forward to it, too, Jacob.”
My phone beeped on the table, and I glanced at it. I would have ignored it—I was in a meeting, after all—but Jacob’s name had popped up on the screen. I frowned and lifted the phone.
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