Robbie bad.
But Robbie good, too...
“Screw it,” I say as I kiss him.
Robbie tugs me off the door and guides me into a stall. I smother my mouth in his shoulder, suppressing my laugh as he locks the door with a swift flick of his wrist. He turns back to me, his eyes wild and full of heat, as he pins me against the wall. I reach for his belt, yanking it loose as he hikes up my skirt and pushes my panties down to my ankles. I surrender to him as he pins me to the wall and hoists me up, aligning our bodies as I brace against the wall.
“Fuck, I need you, Mel,” he whispers. “Here, now.”
Our kiss is deep and greedy, full of longing and need. I close my eyes, losing myself between each gentle touch of his tongue on mine. His hands do the work, pulling out his cock and sliding inside of me. I sigh, filled with aching relief. Feeling him inside of me has always felt like the first touch of a cool pillow after a long, hard day. Soothing, aching comfort that I can’t live without. My heart pumps adrenaline, pounding away at the same speed of Robbie’s thrusts. I part my lips, moaning on his tongue, as his hips grind even harder.
“Oh, god,” I whisper, a moan in my throat.
“Shh.” He smiles, holding me against the wall.
I obey, tilting my head to rest on the wall. I say nothing. I don’t move. I can’t think.
I just get fucked.
The restroom door opens, filling the silent room with echoes of the cafe. I open my eyes, finding Robbie’s, but this ain’t our first roll in public. We both mindfully stop breathing and he slows his thrust as whoever it is out there wanders to the first urinal on the wall.
Robbie doesn’t stop fucking me. He does it slowly, so slowly I nearly bite a hole through my bottom lip by the time the flusher activates and the guy finally fucks off.
The door closes. Robbie smirks at the silence.
He braces us again and quickens his pace, an easy task now that I’m dripping on his cock. I sigh and gasp, feeling that sweet relief building in me again as he pounds me harder against the wall. I settle into place, knowing that I’m not leaving here until he lets me. I’m stuck, throbbing with pleasure and trying not to scream, until Robbie decides he’s finished with me.
Strange how easily that desire comes rushing back.
A heavy rush of heat tingles my entire body. Robbie senses it and smothers my mouth with his as I moan his name. I kiss him, using all of my energy to dance with his tongue as the rest of me steadily builds toward climax.
Robbie allows one low grunt from his throat and he slows down as he comes. I mewl at the feel of his pulsating cock inside of me. The moment his cum touches me, I slip over the edge. I come just as hard, riding an achingly silent wave in his arms. My pussy nearly forces him out, but Robbie keeps me pinned in place.
We linger for who knows how long, calmly gazing at each other. I detach my ankles from around his back and slowly lower to the floor, feeling stiff and satisfied as sticky moisture coats my inner thighs.
Robbie adjusts himself and pulls up his pants as I grab a wad of toilet paper to clean myself with. He steps out of the stall, returning with a few wet paper towels to wipe up what dripped to the floor.
I let my skirt fall into place. “Well, that’s something we haven’t done in a while,” I say, breaking the silence.
Robbie laughs. “It certainly was.”
He faces me and rests a hand on my cheek. With a strong motion, he pulls me toward him and I once again surrender to his kiss.
“Now...” he says, our lips barely straying, “are you going to be nice from now on?”
I smile. “Probably not.”
“Right answer.”
We kiss again, the heat of it sparking another fire in me, but we’re not stupid enough to do this twice.
Or are we?
I take a step back, bending over to reach for my panties on the floor.
Robbie jerks down first and scoops them up. “Oh, no, no,” he says, wadding them up. “I believe I earned these.”
My jaw drops as he stuffs them into his back pocket. “Earned them?” I repeat. “This isn’t a John Hughes movie.”
“You’ll get them back,” he teases, “when you come get them at my place later today.”
I bite down. You little shit.
“Fine,” I say. “It won’t be the first time I sat through brunch commando.”
He purses his lips, intrigued by the thought.
I nod toward the door. “You go first.”
Robbie doesn’t leave. He stalks over me again, his voice sweet as honey. “Come over right after. I have something for you.”
“What?” I ask.
“It’s a surprise.”
“If it’s your penis, I’ve got one just like it at home. And it vibrates.”
He kisses me once to shut me up. “Just do it, Mel.”
I raise my hands in silent surrender.
“Thank you,” he says.
Robbie steps backward out of the restroom, pausing for a moment to check for witnesses before turning back and flashing me a wink.
I stay behind, quickly checking myself in the mirror. No panties, but everything else looks fine and relatively inconspicuous.
The restroom door opens again.
I flinch, remembering that this is the damn men’s room, and spin around to find myself face-to-face with Roger.
He furrows his brow. “Hm...”
I shake my head. “Don’t ask.”
“Wasn’t gonna,” he says.
I step around him and escape back into the cafe.
Nora checks her watch as I slink back into my chair. “You were gone a while,” she notes. “You feeling okay?”
I grab the fresh mimosa in front of me. “Better than ever,” I say.
Nora and Trix share another glance as I pour the drink down my throat.
Twenty-Two
Robbie
Fuck yeah.
I skip up the stairs of my building in a far
