Confessed

by Nicola Rendell

  “Room’s not ready,” he says.

  His jaw nudges mine aside and then he explores my neck through a kiss. I go limp in his hands, but he keeps me right where I am. How he can be so tender and so vulgar, I don’t even know. He makes me want to do things I’ve never done before. He makes me want to set fire to all the rules of polite society. This guy here? He makes me want to get in trouble. Big trouble. “I’ve never had sex in a bathroom.”

  He groans again. “Fuck you,” he says. “Get out of my head.”

  He presses his mouth to my ear. His voice, it’s dark and dangerous. “Meet me there in two minutes. Don’t you dare make me wait.” And then slowly his stool screeches on the floor as he steps back from the bar.

  5

  The sign on the bathroom door is hand-written on a piece of paper, and says:

  No fucking in here.

  Seriously.

  I stand around the corner and listen. She’ll think I’m inside waiting, but I want to catch her off guard. Goddamned Johnny Cash and pro-eating championships, what a little vixen. It’s been a long-ass time since I’ve felt that spark. Too long. Maybe never.

  But that might just be my cock talking.

  Soon enough, I hear her footsteps coming down the hall. I’m watching her from behind as she puts her hand on the knob and looks side to side, nothing but mischief. That’s when I take a step forward and grab her from behind. She squeals, but then goes quiet. I pin her face to the frosted glass window and feel her up from behind, bringing my hand between her legs. She’s soaked already. Her palm flattens out on the glass. I bring my fingers around her waist and press into her lips through her panties. With two fingers, I dip all the way into her.

  Her hand makes a fist, and she tears the sign right off the door.

  “Took you long enough,” I say.

  “Maybe I like making you wait,” she answers.

  “You shouldn’t be so fucking rude.” I drive my body into hers.

  She places her cheek on the glass of the door. “Tell me what you want from me.”

  Fuuuuck. “Everyfuckingthing.”

  Up her neck I go, to her ear. Her hands grope for me, and I spin her to face me, forcing her up against the door again. She drops the torn sign to the floor and gazes up at me.

  “We’re not supposed to fuck in there,” she whispers.

  “Seriously.”

  “We’ve been warned.” She smiles, pressing herself into me. Her fingers glide up my neck. “In writing.” I thrust my cock against her, dry-fucking her already.

  She sucks my lower lip into her mouth and works my tongue. She grips my neck and slides one leg up my thigh, driving her pelvis hard into me. She kisses with her whole body. She might be fucking adorable and smell like peach cobbler, but she kisses like she’s trying to murder me.

  With one arm around her, still kissing her, I open the bathroom door behind her and walk her through it. I slam it shut with my shoulder and spin her back around. Her head thumps against the tiled wall. I press her up against the corner of the room, hoisting her hips up over mine. I brace myself against the paper towel dispenser.

  Which starts streaming paper towels down onto the floor.

  She snickers into the kiss. I snicker into her snicker.

  The towels pile up and up at my feet.

  A little laugh comes from her mouth into mine. I hoist her up higher, dragging her skirt up her bare ass. The sound of her flesh colliding with the tile smacks through the air. With my right hand, I keep her steady.

  “I need those sexy eyes to roll back into that pretty head of yours.”

  “You’re an animal.” Her fingers find their way to my belt. “Show me what kind of animal you are.”

  But ungoddamnedfortunately, the dispenser wasn’t designed for people like us. Under my palm, there’s a snap, and the motor grinds to a halt with a paper towel halfway out.

  I watch her eyes pop open and look to her right. They dart down and then up. The laugh starts all over again.

  I knead that flesh in my palms, feeling that perfect spot between her cheeks and her thighs. Right now, that laugh is pissing me off. I want her to feel what I feel. I’m so hard, I’m angry. I want to take the laugh right out of her

  I pull her breast out of her bra and pinch her nipple.

  Thump goes her head on the wall again. “There’s something about you, you know.”

  She’s small enough that I can keep my thumb on the sharp knob of her hip the entire damned time. Like we were made for one another. I drive my cock into her through my pants, and I groan right out loud when she presses back into me. “I fucking know.”

  She turns her head to the side, showing me the curve of her neck. I’ve got no choice and suck my way down to her collarbone.

  “I want you,” she says. I love her voice right now. She sounds a little unsteady and a whole lot of reckless. “I need you.”

  “You don’t know what you need, beautiful.”

  “So show me, teach me,” she pants.

  Christ. This woman. I carry her across the bathroom and set her down on the sink. Instantly, the auto sensor kicks on and starts shooting an insane spray of water into the basin, spraying it all over her dress and my arm.

  “This fucking place,” I growl.

  “I love it,” she says and looks down at my hard-on. I look at the way her eyelashes sweep along her cheeks. She looks up at me as she unhitches the belt from the buckle.

  “You ready?” I ask her. I undo my fly.

  My cock comes free. “Jesus,” she says.

  “Can you take it?”

  “Shit. I don’t know,” she says as her eyes widen a little. She’s still looking at my dick. “Shit.”

  She nods, smiling, and says, “Oh yeah. I’m ready.” Not to my face. But to my cock himself.

  God damn it.

  With my free hand, I pull out my wallet and hold it by the billfold edge. She glances down and knows without asking what I’m telling her to do. She takes the condom and tears it open with her teeth.

  The top of the wrapper falls from her lips. “Extra-large…” she says.

  “Fucking right.”

  “Good God.”

  I wrap my arm around her rib cage and position her so her ass is just at the edge of the porcelain basin. She takes my cock in her hand, pulling it out of my boxers all the way. Her pinky brushes my balls, and I growl. Now her eyes are big and innocent. “You have to go slow,” she says. She’s fisting me, and her fingers don’t even come close to going all the way around it.

  I press myself against her, hands on the mirror behind her. “I will. I don’t want to hurt you.”

  That smile again. “You can hurt me. A little.”

  Awwww fuck.

  She pinches the tip of the condom. Carefully, she rolls it down my length. As she gets to the base, my balls tighten. This is gonna be good. I just know it.

  I hitch her up a little to get into the perfect position. The faucet is still turning on and off. But fuck it. The whole place could come crashing down around us, and I wouldn’t give a shit right now.

  Lifting up that little skirt towards her belly button, I see her thong. Polka dots, blue and white. I touch the little lace edge and press my fingers into her inner thighs, by her lips. The fact that her underwear doesn’t match her bra just kills me, digs into me right there in my soft spots inside. I don’t even know why. Maybe because it’s the real her. Like she is when she doesn’t expect to be seen naked. “You’re killing me.”

  “Good,” she answers and arches her neck back a little into my palm.

  Her smell is so heavy, so thick, I can almost taste it right through the air. I move the panties from side to side, and then even tease her by pulling them tight across her clit. So tight, it makes her lips come out on either edge of the thong, and she moans at the ceiling vent.

  In the mirror, I see the curve of her back reflected, the ridges of her upper spine. I yank the hair tie off her braid and dig my fingers into th
e strands. I pull it loose and knot my hand around and around. That groan, it’s not pain. Pure pleasure. I slam her hard against the mirror, and she doesn’t flinch.

  “I’m gonna fuck you like you’ve never been fucked before, little girl.” I go in for another kiss, but she turns her cheek. I draw my teeth down her jaw.

  “How do you know?”

  I’m laughing now. It’s the way she looks at me. Half brat, half sweetheart. Through the laugh, I manage to sound half serious and say, “Don’t you fucking argue with me.”

  She whispers a long, wet, dirty “Shiiiiiiiiit,” and I position myself at her opening. I drive into her slow, slow as I can. While I’m pressing into her, she’s gripping my shoulders, looking down. She’s watching me disappear inside her, watching the space between us over the edge of the sink get less and less.

  “Tell me what you see,” I ask her.

  She doesn’t hesitate. “I see you, becoming me.”

  Fuck it all. As I press in deeper, her toes curl against the backs of my thighs, in that space between my jeans and the bottom of my boxers. I fucking love it, but then I notice she’s holding her breath. “You good?”

  She nods. That serious expression turns into a smile again. “I’m great. You’re huge.”

  Hands down, the two hottest phrases I’ve heard back-to-back in my life.

  She’s tight and warm around me and ridiculously wet. I lift her thigh a little and get in deeper until I’m at the end of her. I compress my base to give her a little more. As much as she can take. I drag my tongue across the hollow of her collarbone and draw her necklace into my mouth, sucking on the charm and releasing it.

  I drive into her and cage her in with my arms. We’ve gotten in the right position so that the sink has stopped with the on-off for now. “Can I ask you something,” I say on the slow thrust.

  She nods. “Yeah.”

  “Why the hell are you wearing a peanut around your neck?”

  Her shoulders shake with a little silent laugh. I see it in her body and even better, feel it in my cock. “So you want to know my secrets? Right now?”

  “Is it a secret?” I ask with a thrust. She grips me from inside, and I feel a precum rush.

  “Everything is a secret right now,” she says. She gives me a firm squeeze that makes me bite down on her shoulder.

  I want to wreck her. I want to take down all her walls. So I ram deep into her, she presses her lips to my chest and lets out this wild animal groan that just makes me fucking insane. I’m in as deep as she can take me. I drive in again, and the sink protests under the force.

  She feels fucking unbelievable. It’s like the curves of her cunt are made to take the shape of my cock, putting pressure exactly where I need it. “You feel so fucking…” I grunt, feeding myself into her.

  “So what?”

  Man, that voice. Still so full of fight and trouble. “Fucking good.”

  The way her hips shift, yeah. She knows it too.

  I keep my arm wrapped around her body. She leans her head back, shutting those pretty eyes. Shutting me out. I don’t like it.

  “Open your eyes,” I tell her.

  “Why?” She’s still got them shut, but she’s smiling.

  “You’re a little brat, Helen.” I give her an extra-hard thrust.

  She’s laughing before I am. She fucking gets it. She fucking knows. Her eyes slide open and meet mine. I put my hand to her cheek. “That’s better.”

  Again and again, I drive into her, keeping my focus right on her. If I start thinking about how good she feels, I’m going to lose my shit faster than a guy with my résumé should ever lose it. I feel her get wetter and tighter around me, hauling me right towards the cliff. Jesus Christ. I focus on Forbes’ Most Stolen New and Used Cars in America. I go through the list in my head, but that’s not working any better than the meditative breathing. She’s ruining all my tricks. I want to fill her with cum and make her beg for more. Right fucking now.

  As I fuck her, driving her back against the basin, I feel something slippery and sticky on my fingers. I shift her aside and see I’ve been fucking her into the soap dispenser.

  I drive my slick fingers into her thigh and work upward until I lock onto her hip. I give it to her harder. The sink starts making angry sounds like it’s detaching from the wall. Shivering pipes and busting porcelain.

  Then she whispers: “Keep going.”

  She’s dark now. She’s not cute. I drive into her again.

  “Give it all to me,” she pants. “Give me everything you’ve got.”

  “You don’t think I am already…”

  “I want you to scare me. Don’t hide.”

  Sexy. Little. Piece. Of. Work. “You want it? You got it.”

  I ramp up to eleven. I give it to her, as hard as I can. Every time my cock compresses against the back of her cervix, she groans out this nasty “Yes.” Hard. Harder. I slam my hand up against the mirror to get some more leverage. I give her three more ball-busting pumps.

  Her eyes open and meet mine. I watch them moisten, glaze over with tears. “I’m close,” she says. “So close.” The way she says it, it’s like she’s sorry.

  “Yeah?” I say softly into the crook of her neck. Gentle now. I might want to rut her out until she screams “No more” but I’m also starting to feel pretty fucking protective. I like her in my arms like this. I fucking dig her, simple as that.

  Something gives way on the sink. It starts rocking a little under us. Her nails rake down my neck. I feel her pussy clench down on my cock. She sucks a breath through her teeth, and I see her pulse in her neck. Her little fingers press in between mine and squeeze. She’s there. She just about there.

  That’s when an angry pounding on the door breaks the quiet between us. Bastards. I turn away from her and growl, “Fuck off. We’re busy.” The bartender’s general outline is obvious behind the frosted glass. Pound, pound, pound again.

  “Out!” hollers the bartender.

  Fuck that noise. I draw Lucy tighter to my body.

  I put my lips back to her neck and sink back into our rhythm. She lowers her face for a kiss. I give it to her, sweet and slow, and then say, “Let me feel you. Ignore everything else. Just come for me.”

  Her smile falls away and tiny tears begin forming in the corners of her eyes. I reach down with two fingers, one on each side of her clit. Gently, I rub them against one another, feeling that knot of nerves. I don’t do it hard, and watch her face to make sure I’m giving her what she needs.

  She loves it. Yeah, she fucking does.

  Her tears get tangled up in a smile, and then there’s that face, that perfect fucking orgasm face, that looks like agony but is actually heaven.

  Her body tenses, she moans this filthy moan, almost like a chatter, like she’s cold. Her whole body rolls with it. “Come hard for me,” I tell her. “Now.”

  She whimpers out this cry, it sounds like pain but it can’t be. A tear slides down her cheek, and I feel her pussy bear down on my cock. Her orgasm tears through her whole body. The curve of her stomach deepens, the tendons in her neck making shadows between the muscles. What I wouldn’t fucking give to draw her right now, just like this. That face. I need to remember that face forever.

  “Out!” screams the bartender.

  Feet still curled, her hands find their way to my ass. “I want to feel you,” she whispers. “Please. Don’t stop.”

  I hike her up higher, I drive into her further. “Peaches, I’m not fucking stopping. No way.”

  She drops her head a little in a smile, and I see now her toes are curled up, not down. I fucking love that.

  I drive so hard, my ass starts to burn. She takes it, drive after drive, without any protest except the good kind. “I can take you. I can handle you, Vince. Let me have it.”

  I can’t fucking believe it. I get a little rough with her, just the momentum of my body slamming into hers, but her eyes stay soft, flickering open. And all the time, she’s saying, “Yeah, yeah,
yeah.”

  The plumbing shudders, and grout chips off the tile where the sink meets the wall. A bolt clatters to the ground.

  “I need to feel you,” she moans, gripping the side of the sink for support.

  Water hits my knees from the busting pipes below. I hoist her up by her ass and slam her into the opposite corner. Now I get even deeper, and she recoils against the wall. “You’re unbelievable,” she says, but the word comes out slow, drawn out. Unnnnbelieeeevable.

  The automated hair dryer comes on, blowing on my balls. I’m not gonna lie. It feels fantastic.

  “Go, go, go. Give me everything,” she whispers.

  Then I do. Do I fucking ever.

  “Oh Jesus,” she says in a quiet squeal, looking over my shoulder. I’ve got her wedged in the corner, and I’m still coming down, only just barely aware of what the fuck is going on around me. The bartender is still banging on the door; that’s for sure. But all I really know is Lucy’s pussy, her neck, her eyes. Her body locked onto mine.

  “Look what we did,” she says.

  I turn over my shoulder without letting her go. The sink looks like we took a sledgehammer to it. So much for the renovated bathroom. She presses her face into my shoulder and gives a little giggle.

  I do like those giggles. Just not when I’m rutting her out so hard I forget my own name. So, slowly, I let her down off of me. I’m still hard, and my cock bounces up as I leave her. I brace myself for a second with my palm on the wall, and then pull off the condom and throw it in the toilet.

  She shakes her head. She’s still got her hands to her face, fingers parted around her eyes like she’s going to burst out in uncontrollable laughter.

  The bartender is at it again. The woman is relentless. “Will you just hang the fuck on,” I snarl back at the door. Lucy is pulling herself together, smoothing her dress and hair. Putting her left tit back in her bra, and I see my own teeth marks on that white flesh. Fuck me. There’s a handprint on her leg, my fingerprints in soap. I lean over and wipe it off using a wad of towels.

  “Get a room, lovebirds!” hollers the bartender.

  “That’s the plan!” Lucy yells at the door.