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My hand slides up her skirt and I palm between her legs. A toilet flushes and I lean into Grace’s ear. “Enjoy it, darling.”
I remove the bullet and swipe it over her sweet spot. Her eyes close again, but this time she lets out a small moan. There’s enough noise in here to cover it up, so I keep going, pushing a finger into her ass**le as I continue to drag the vibrator back and forth, making little circles around her clit. She’s so wet there’s a small slurping noise, but the second toilet flushes and Grace takes the opportunity to lean back into my chest and pant heavily.
“I’m going to f**k you,” I say, just before the silence takes over.
The water in the sink covers up the sound of my belt being unbuckled and the laughter and joking of the women allows me to undo my pants. They fall to the floor with a whoosh and Grace has the most adorable look of panic in her eyes as she waits for us to be discovered.
But those girls are too busy with their own gossip to even notice. Or they have the decency to ignore it, if they do.
“I’m going to f**k you,” I repeat as the door whooshes open and the three girls exit. “Say yes.”
She nods her head and then whispers, “Yes,” in a very small voice.
I place the vibrator in her hand and then cup her ass, lifting her up as I press her back against the stall door. She wraps her legs around my hips and holds tightly to my neck as I grab my c**k and drag it back and forth across her wet opening. It slides in and she moans loudly this time.
“That’s my girl, just enjoy it. Forget everything else but how I make you feel.” I thrust inside her and she bites my shoulder. I take that as encouragement and do it again, making her grunt and squirm against me.
“Fuck, you are so hot, Grace.” I thrust deep, but I go slow. Taking my time. She matches my pace, embracing the moment like I asked, and I reward her with an open-mouthed kiss. Our tongues dance and twist together, just like our bodies and then, just as the bathroom door whooshes open again, she comes. Moaning and biting and writhing as I hold her close and pump her hard until I spill inside of her.
She collapses on my shoulder and I lean in and kiss her neck. “I know you’re on the pill, but I just want to hear it from your mouth.”
“I am,” she says sleepily. Her postcoital attitude is definitely something I love. And then she lifts her head and looks me in the eye as I watch her face. “How do you know I’m on the pill?” Her voice is normal, so obviously she’s no longer concerned about being found out. I peek over the stall door and see no one, so we must’ve scared them off.
I smile as I set her down and then move her aside so I can open the stall and wet some paper towels. I hand them over to her and she cleans herself up. “I know a lot about you, Grace. And if I see you after tomorrow, I’ll know even more.”
I hold out my hand after she’s finished and take her paper towels to the trash can. The door whooshes open and a woman with a name tag on her impeccable pastel-colored suit comes in. “I’m sorry, sir, you’ll have to—” She stops and puts her hands up when she realizes who I am. And then she shakes her head a little, turns on her heel, and exits.
I look over to Grace, smirking. She’s not amused. “What’s wrong?”
“Are you spying on me? How do you know I’m on the pill?”
“Are you serious?”
“Do I look like I’m f**king joking?”
I point a finger at her. “Hey, I’ve warned you about that.”
She slaps my finger down and points one up at me in return. “Have you gone through my things? Because I’m pretty sure you can’t hack into my medical records to see if I’m on the pill.”
I scratch my head as I ponder this. “Which is worse? Rummaging through your things or hacking?”
“You better be joking, Asher, because I’m not.”
“It’s a good guess. All women are on the pill these days.”
“I don’t believe you. And I think you went too far.”
“Jesus, Grace. Can we have one hour without fighting? For f**k’s sake, I hate the constant battle we have going on. Let’s go hit the lazy river.”
“You know enough, Asher—”
“And stop f**king calling me that!”
“So back off my space.”
“Fine,” I say as I open the door and almost walk into an orange cone blocking the entrance. When I look behind me there’s a sign on the door that says, Out of Service. I look at Grace and laugh. “Wanna go back for seconds?”
She does not find that funny at all, because she pushes past me and walks off.
I let her go work off steam. She’s so combative. I really need to come up with another way to bring her into compliance.
“You done in there, brother?”
Conner is walking towards me, so I shake Grace out of my thoughts and meet him. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
“Dad’s right, you know. You’re gonna get caught. Someone is gonna get you back for all your douchebaggy ways and when that happens, I’m going to sit back and watch the way you do me.”
“Conner, what I do is private and none of your business. What you do is all of our business because you can’t settle down.”
“So I’m a free spirit, so what? I’m cool with it. And you’re such an ass**le for bringing up that money. I’m off the ground now, bro. I’m gonna be paying you back soon.”
“Yeah, I was,” I admit. But I laugh anyway. “Dad’s so easy though, can you blame me?”
“You know what, V? You know what your biggest problem is?”
I shrug my shoulders. “I have too much money? I have too many girls?”
“You have it too easy. And one of these days, Vaughn, the shit’s gonna get hard and you’re not gonna know what to do. You live this charmed life and you think everything is forever. Money, girls, cars, jobs… but it’s not, brother. It’s finite. Everything and everyone has an expiration date.”
“Whatever.”
“So when your day comes, I do not want to hear your bitching.”
And then he pushes open the door to the men’s room and disappears inside.
I huff out a breath of air and shake my head. Fuck him. He’s just mad because he never made it as an actor and I’ve got blockbusters lined up in post-production for the next year and a half.
I remove the bullet and swipe it over her sweet spot. Her eyes close again, but this time she lets out a small moan. There’s enough noise in here to cover it up, so I keep going, pushing a finger into her ass**le as I continue to drag the vibrator back and forth, making little circles around her clit. She’s so wet there’s a small slurping noise, but the second toilet flushes and Grace takes the opportunity to lean back into my chest and pant heavily.
“I’m going to f**k you,” I say, just before the silence takes over.
The water in the sink covers up the sound of my belt being unbuckled and the laughter and joking of the women allows me to undo my pants. They fall to the floor with a whoosh and Grace has the most adorable look of panic in her eyes as she waits for us to be discovered.
But those girls are too busy with their own gossip to even notice. Or they have the decency to ignore it, if they do.
“I’m going to f**k you,” I repeat as the door whooshes open and the three girls exit. “Say yes.”
She nods her head and then whispers, “Yes,” in a very small voice.
I place the vibrator in her hand and then cup her ass, lifting her up as I press her back against the stall door. She wraps her legs around my hips and holds tightly to my neck as I grab my c**k and drag it back and forth across her wet opening. It slides in and she moans loudly this time.
“That’s my girl, just enjoy it. Forget everything else but how I make you feel.” I thrust inside her and she bites my shoulder. I take that as encouragement and do it again, making her grunt and squirm against me.
“Fuck, you are so hot, Grace.” I thrust deep, but I go slow. Taking my time. She matches my pace, embracing the moment like I asked, and I reward her with an open-mouthed kiss. Our tongues dance and twist together, just like our bodies and then, just as the bathroom door whooshes open again, she comes. Moaning and biting and writhing as I hold her close and pump her hard until I spill inside of her.
She collapses on my shoulder and I lean in and kiss her neck. “I know you’re on the pill, but I just want to hear it from your mouth.”
“I am,” she says sleepily. Her postcoital attitude is definitely something I love. And then she lifts her head and looks me in the eye as I watch her face. “How do you know I’m on the pill?” Her voice is normal, so obviously she’s no longer concerned about being found out. I peek over the stall door and see no one, so we must’ve scared them off.
I smile as I set her down and then move her aside so I can open the stall and wet some paper towels. I hand them over to her and she cleans herself up. “I know a lot about you, Grace. And if I see you after tomorrow, I’ll know even more.”
I hold out my hand after she’s finished and take her paper towels to the trash can. The door whooshes open and a woman with a name tag on her impeccable pastel-colored suit comes in. “I’m sorry, sir, you’ll have to—” She stops and puts her hands up when she realizes who I am. And then she shakes her head a little, turns on her heel, and exits.
I look over to Grace, smirking. She’s not amused. “What’s wrong?”
“Are you spying on me? How do you know I’m on the pill?”
“Are you serious?”
“Do I look like I’m f**king joking?”
I point a finger at her. “Hey, I’ve warned you about that.”
She slaps my finger down and points one up at me in return. “Have you gone through my things? Because I’m pretty sure you can’t hack into my medical records to see if I’m on the pill.”
I scratch my head as I ponder this. “Which is worse? Rummaging through your things or hacking?”
“You better be joking, Asher, because I’m not.”
“It’s a good guess. All women are on the pill these days.”
“I don’t believe you. And I think you went too far.”
“Jesus, Grace. Can we have one hour without fighting? For f**k’s sake, I hate the constant battle we have going on. Let’s go hit the lazy river.”
“You know enough, Asher—”
“And stop f**king calling me that!”
“So back off my space.”
“Fine,” I say as I open the door and almost walk into an orange cone blocking the entrance. When I look behind me there’s a sign on the door that says, Out of Service. I look at Grace and laugh. “Wanna go back for seconds?”
She does not find that funny at all, because she pushes past me and walks off.
I let her go work off steam. She’s so combative. I really need to come up with another way to bring her into compliance.
“You done in there, brother?”
Conner is walking towards me, so I shake Grace out of my thoughts and meet him. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
“Dad’s right, you know. You’re gonna get caught. Someone is gonna get you back for all your douchebaggy ways and when that happens, I’m going to sit back and watch the way you do me.”
“Conner, what I do is private and none of your business. What you do is all of our business because you can’t settle down.”
“So I’m a free spirit, so what? I’m cool with it. And you’re such an ass**le for bringing up that money. I’m off the ground now, bro. I’m gonna be paying you back soon.”
“Yeah, I was,” I admit. But I laugh anyway. “Dad’s so easy though, can you blame me?”
“You know what, V? You know what your biggest problem is?”
I shrug my shoulders. “I have too much money? I have too many girls?”
“You have it too easy. And one of these days, Vaughn, the shit’s gonna get hard and you’re not gonna know what to do. You live this charmed life and you think everything is forever. Money, girls, cars, jobs… but it’s not, brother. It’s finite. Everything and everyone has an expiration date.”
“Whatever.”
“So when your day comes, I do not want to hear your bitching.”
And then he pushes open the door to the men’s room and disappears inside.
I huff out a breath of air and shake my head. Fuck him. He’s just mad because he never made it as an actor and I’ve got blockbusters lined up in post-production for the next year and a half.
