Classy
1258 Words
*Tommy*
I almost choke on my milkshake, eyes wide as I process what Dylan just said. “You want… s*x? With me?” I can’t help but stammer, the surprise catching me off guard. Most women, not counting the hang arounds at the club, wouldn’t be so direct about it, and I have to admit, it’s refreshing. There’s a boldness to her that makes my heart race.
“Yeah, s*x with you,” she clarifies, her smile wickedly playful. “You in?”
Oh hell, I’m definitely in. My pulse quickens at the thought, and before I can second-guess myself, I grab a handful of cash from my wallet and toss it onto the table. “Let’s go.” I take her hand, feeling the warmth of her skin against mine, and lead her out of the diner.
“Where are we going?” she asks, a teasing lilt to her voice.
“Just behind the diner,” I say, glancing back to make sure no one’s watching. “Trust me.”
As we step into the back parking lot, I am happy to find it empty. I can’t believe I’m about to do this. The adrenaline surges through me, mingling with a heady mix of desire and thrill.
“Real classy,” she quips, eyeing the public restroom with a smirk.
“Hey, it’s better than nothing,” I counter, a grin spreading across my face. “We could go somewhere else, maybe…”
Before I can finish my thought, she’s pulling me toward the restroom, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “Come on, let’s just do this.” She pushes open the door and locks it behind us, a decisive click echoing in the small space.
It’s surprisingly spacious, with clean white tiles and a couple of stalls. The overhead light flickers slightly, but I’m too focused on her to care as Dylan inches closer, the tension between us palpable.
“Wow, you really are bold,” I say, my voice low as I take in the way she bites her lip, an invitation I can’t ignore. “I like that in a woman.”
“Just taking advantage of the moment,” she replies, her voice sultry as she moves even closer, closing the gap between us.
Before I know it, she’s kissing me, her lips warm and inviting against mine. The kiss is electric, igniting something deep within me that I didn’t even know I was missing. I respond instinctively, wrapping my arms around her waist, pulling her flush against me.
The kiss quickly deepens, and I can taste the sweetness of her milkshake still lingering on her lips. It’s intoxicating. I push her back slightly until her back hits the wall, and I feel a surge of dominance wash over me.
“Damn, you’re even hotter up close,” I say between kisses, my hands sliding down her sides, feeling the curve of her hips.
She laughs softly, a sound that sends a shiver down my spine. “And you’re not so bad yourself, Tommy.”
*Dylan*
“You haven’t seen anything yet,” he mumbles, tightening his hold on me, his lips sliding down the side of my neck, leaving little bites.
To be honest I had been a bit unsure at first. Tommy is handsome, yes, but much less rugged than my usual type. Also I am a girl who likes to be ridden hard and fast, and he seemed almost too nice. But the more we talked the more I felt that he might be hiding a kinky side.
“Those t**s are perfection,” he mumbles, pulling off my shirt, revealing my lack of a bra. “Fits perfectly in my hand.”
As her massages them firmly, my hand slides down to rub his bulge through his jeans. “That d**k feels perfect too, I think it will fit great in my wet pussy.”
“Oh it will babe,” he grunts, one hand pulling to open my jeans. “It will fit again and again.”
I pull off his cut and t-shirt and he works down my jeans. He grins cheekily “Underwear is not your thing I see.”
“I like the freedom, and the fast access if I want to be bend over and f****d by a hot guy in a bathroom.” I wink at him.
He starts opening his own jeans. “Then why don’t you turn around and bend over that sink? I want to watch you in the mirror as I pound into you pussy.”
“Sounds hot,” I quickly turn, bending over the sink, and watching him in the mirror as he pulls down his pants. Bingo to mamma in the d**k department, let’s hope the pretty boy knows how to use it too.
His hand caresses my ass as he steps closer. “You are a dirty girl aren’t you? Bending over bathroom stinks, letting bikers f**k you?”
“Just one biker… unless you have a cute friend nearby?” I push into his hand.
He slaps my ass, making me moan. “Not today, hotness, but hey maybe another time.”
“I guess I have to make do with that amazing looking d**k then,” I push back against his hand, willing him to spank me again and he does, hard.
His fingers slide down between my legs, spreading my p***y open. “Oh you like that, you are dripping babe.”
“Thinking about all the ways you could f**k me while we ate helped.” I tease, and this time he spanks my p***y making me squirm. Oh yes, this is starting to look and feel, really good.
“I was planning to be all nice and have you c*m first and such… but sounds like you need my d**k in you now,” he says, grabbing my hips. “You protected and clean?”
“Of course,” I tell him. “You?”
He nods. “All clean.”
“Then f**k me.”
I moan as he thrusts into me, his hands holding onto me and pushing me further down over the sink at the same time. His eyes catch mine in the mirror, they are dark, passionate and demanding as he starts pounding into me.
My t**s bounces, my n*****s guiding over the cool porcelain of the sink with each trust, making them contract deliciously. Oh he knows how to use that tool.
I push back, meeting his thrusts, and soon I am really close, but just as I am about to c*m, his hand slides up, closing around my neck, pulling me up against me as he f***s me harder. “Have I told you to c*m?”
“No,” I mumble. Damn why is this so freaking hot. I really have to focus not to spiral into an orgasme.
“Good girl,” he losens his grip a bit, it feels possessive in the good way.
Soon I am struggling for real, and I gasp. “Please, can I c*m?”
“Yes, c*m all over my d**k, babe.” He groan.
The orgasm is explosive, and in two more thrusts he joins me with a roar of pure masculine pleasure. He is basically Holding me up as my legs have turned to jello.
When I get my breathing back, I catch his warm brown eyes in the mirror. “I guess you can take me back to my car now.”
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