We had to wait in line for a minute because there were only a few single-stall bathrooms in the venue, but eventually, it was our turn. Ian ushered me in and locked the door behind him.
Ah, the bathroom. It was definitely a live-music-show-after-midnight kind of bathroom, not a private apartment bathroom or a wedding venue bathroom. A public-ass bathroom, with empty toilet paper rolls and graffiti everywhere, and all the wet and nasty smells that you can imagine.
But we didn’t care. As soon as he’d locked the door and turned around, I threw myself into his arms and kissed him as fiercely as I could. He leaned against the door and lifted me up by my ass until I could wrap my legs around his hips. Even after rushing through the crowd and waiting in line, he was still rock-hard for me. I squirmed against his chest and pushed my hips against his jeans, seeking friction, any friction.
He broke off the kiss, breathing hard. “You’re not wearing panties again.”
I giggled, then trailed my tongue down his warm, thick neck. “Make love to me, Ian.”
He lowered me until my feet were on the floor again, then turned to lean me against the door. He sank to one knee and slid my dress up my to my waist, then lifted my left leg up over his shoulder.
And then he went to work.
I breathily whispered his name and held his head as he dipped his tongue inside me. His hands cupped my ass as he savored me, licking me up like the most delicious bowl of melted ice cream. He twirled his tongue on the cherry on top and pulled it into his mouth, nibbling and sucking gently. And his facial hair...oh god, how I’d missed his facial hair. It was almost too much.
Still swirling and twirling his tongue, he trailed his fingers up my leg and tentatively slipped a finger inside, just to the first knuckle, making me clench against him and beg for more. He added a second finger, then slipped them in deeper this time, all the way in. “Fuck, Ian.” I almost came then and there.
But I held back. I wanted him to come with me.
I gently pushed his head away and lowered my leg, then took his hand and pulled him up so that he was standing in front of me. I lifted my leg and placed it on his arm, pulling him tight against me. “You know the drill.”
He chuckled, putting one hand on my hip and one hand against the door. “Am I pulling out or buying you Plan B?”
“Neither, you’re buying me dinner.”
His breathy laugh tickled my cheek as he unzipped his pants and sank into me.
I nearly came at the sensation of being filled by him again. My leg was shaking so badly, I could barely stand. I guess he could tell, because he lifted my other leg too and held me against the door, supporting me as he thrust in and out, in and out, slowly at first, then harder and more frantically as I felt myself coming more and more undone. I cupped both sides of his face with my hands, our foreheads nearly touching, our panted breaths mingled and shared. We stared into each other’s eyes, every thrust so deep and fulfilling, the intensity multiplied by the knowledge that our pleasure was fully mutual. I wanted him to see how he made me feel, to watch my face as he unraveled me. And I wanted the same from him.
Never before had fucking in a bathroom felt so intimate.
Just as The Llama People ended their song Drops of Thistle Milk, and right before the crowd erupted, I screamed with violent pleasure as Ian spilled himself inside of me. He kissed me then, swallowing my cries, our tongues joining like our bodies below.
I came so hard that my ears rang and my head felt light. I’d never before felt so wholly sated, physically, emotionally, and spiritually.
I fucking loved The Llama People that night.
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I ended up going back to Ian’s place and not sleeping on Cassie’s couch. I texted her to let her know, and all she texted back was the sweat droplets emoji. Oh, Cassie.
As per our MO, we made love at least twice more that night, until it was well into morning and not night anymore.
I woke up wrapped in his arms, feeling happier and more relaxed than I had in a long time. Well...since we’d last done the same. He was already awake, leisurely running his fingers through my hair.
“Good morning,” he said, brushing his lips against my forehead.
“Good morning,” I replied, kissing his pecs. Mmm, pecs.
We held each other for a moment, willing the haziness of sleep to remain...not wanting to deal with reality.
Finally, Ian said, “I guess I’m not going to work today.”
I glanced at the clock. It was noon. “You can still make it.”
He rolled onto his back and pulled me onto him. “I don’t think so. I already texted my mom and aunt and told them that I wasn’t going to open the truck today.”
“What a lazy guy.” I kissed the tip of his nose, then pushed myself up and off of his chest. “When do you have off?”
“Mondays. Though I usually only work until 5 PM on Sundays.”
I slipped my feet off the bed and stood. “Then let’s go.”
“Where to? You don’t want to just stay in bed all day?” He sat up to watch me, pouting a little.
I rolled my eyes and pulled on his hand. “No, come on, let’s go. You’re taking me to work today.”
He raised an eyebrow at me, but finally started to get out of bed. “Do you know how to make jiandui?”
“My dad’s was better than yours, that’s for sure.”
“Oh ho ho...now we’ll have to see,” he said, catching me
