When I close the distance between us, I press against her ass so hard that her pelvis rams it and my hand into the counter. We both moan long and loud at the contact; and if there’s pain, I didn’t feel it. My fingers could be broken and bloody, and it wouldn’t matter. Nothing would matter except for the woman in front of me.
Before I can recover from the ecstasy of my shaft nestled between the perfect globes of her ass with nothing but her tiny thong and my pants between us, Madison says my name both as a question and a demand. She reaches back and cups the side of my head, bringing my mouth back down to her throat. From there, it’s all just a blur of her taste on my lips and my right hand plunging into the front of her panties to touch her flesh.
“Oh my god!” she cries out when I rub the pads of my fingers over her clit and then lower to plunge the middle one into her slick pussy.
“Fuck,” I groan into her neck when I nearly come right then and there in my pants. I bite down hard enough on my bottom lip to try and keep myself in check but miss her skin too much to resist licking and sucking at her neck.
Madison moans what sounds like a sobbing slur of my name before she fists a handful of my hair and arches her back. If we were naked, it would be the perfect position for me to slide right into her from behind. But we’re not, so the next best thing is to fuck her like this, through our clothes, with only my fingers.
“More. Please,” Madison says when her other hand covers mine that’s in her panties, wanting my fingers to move deeper while the heel of my hand presses harder against her clit. “Yes!” she exclaims when she’s getting what she needs from me. Her body begins to sag and then she’s trembling all over, nearly pulling my hair out as she comes. As the tremors begin to ease up, she opens her eyes, and they lock with mine in the mirror filled with warmth and gratitude and an urgent longing for more. The more is made even more obvious when she leans forward, pressing her chest to the sink counter.
“Fuck, Madison!”
I have about two seconds to get my zipper down with my left hand since my right refuses to leave her tight warmth, which isn’t the easiest thing in the world, then try to decide if I was going to slam inside of her or not. Since there’s no time left to get a condom on, I stroke my aching cock until it swells and erupts on that thin strip of lace parting Madison’s ass cheeks. I can’t resist sliding my shaft through her, squeezing both sides of her sweet ass around my dick.
Unintelligent, animalistic sounds are all that come out of my mouth until the last twitch of pleasure leaves me.
While I try and keep myself upright, praying my knees don’t give out, Madison asks, “Why didn’t you…”
In the mirror, now she looks almost angry at me as she pushes her upper body up until she’s standing straight again.
What am I supposed to say? I consider my options while tucking my dick away and fastening my pants — there’s wasn’t time. I couldn’t hold off long enough to put a rubber on, much less make the sex good for you? That I wasn’t sure if I could only be with her once, and that scared the shit out of me? Hell no. Instead, I go with a darker truth that creeps up from the back of my mind.
“You and I both know you would have regretted it if I had fucked you right here in the bathroom of a Harley dealership.”
“Whatever,” she says with a heavy exhale. And if not for the glow on her face, I think we would’ve been headed for a longer argument. Instead, she simply holds her dress up around her waist and says, “Clean me up.”
“Yes, ma’am,” I respond, grabbing some tissues to wipe up the sticky mess I made on her. “There. All better,” I say when I’m done.
“I need a minute, if you can wait outside,” she replies.
“You’re actually going to come out?” I ask for confirmation.
“No reason to let the dress go to waste. Like you said, the men will love it.”
“Yes, they will,” I agree and start for the door that was thankfully shut but not locked during that whole ordeal. Good thing no one tried to come in. Unless they did, and I was just too damn busy to notice.
Before I can slip out, Madison says, “If you tell anyone what happened, I’ll deny it.”
I consider her harsh words for several seconds before I respond with, “So will I.”
Chapter Nineteen
Madison
As soon as Cannon disappears out the bathroom door, I go over and lock it, then slap my hand against it so hard it stings.
Damn him!
A few minutes of my silly insecurities, and I’m bending over like a dog in heat for him. But the most embarrassing part was that he turned me down. The man who sleeps with random women all the time, and he didn’t want to be with me.
My eyes sting with unshed tears, but I blink them away and then busy myself with cleaning up the mess he made with just his hand in my panties. I start by washing my hands. And every time I look up at the mirror in front of me, I keep seeing Cannon towering above me, behind me, shirtless and sexy as hell.
God, I was so stupid. I knew where things were headed
