I pull away, checking to make sure she’s okay. She throws her head back, hitting the door again with a low thud. We’re making an awful lot of noise in here, but at least it’s an out-of-the-way bathroom.
I push her firmly against the door with my hips so I don’t have to use both hands to hold her up. That way I can stop her head from smacking against the door. If she keeps it up, she’s going to have a bruise. If I didn’t know any better, I’d think she was coming—which should be impossible since I haven’t done anything but rub myself on her.
“Lily?”
Her eyes roll down to meet mine, her shock replaced by ecstasy. Her mouth drops open. “That’s not—I can’t—”
“Are you coming?” Despite the lack of probability, I have to ask.
She shakes her head furiously and stutters out a no.
Her expression is suspect. I don’t buy it. Gripping her ass, I swing around so we’re facing the wall. Then I lower her to the ground. Her nails run down the side of my neck, and she claws at my shirt.
“Why are you stopping?” She air humps once and wobbles unsteadily.
I walk her backward until she hits the wall. She immediately starts rubbing her * on my thigh. There are way better places for her to do that. She tries to pull my mouth back to hers, but I have other plans. I pull her shirt over her head and hang it on the knob. Her purse is on the floor by my feet, crap strewn all over the place. Not that it matters right now.
Her bra isn’t fancy, or lacy, or anything special. It’s plain, pale satin. I can see the outline of her nipples through it. I’ll get to those later. While Lily rides my leg, I pop the button on her jeans and pull down the zipper. Her underwear matches her bra, more simple, pale satin.
I shove my hand down the front of her pants. She’s been taking care of things. I’m met with smoothish skin. But her jeans are so tight I can’t get my hand past the crest of her pelvis. I can feel how hot she is, but I can’t get to all that wetness. In her defense, my hands are big, so that only adds to the problem.
Lily fumbles with my belt buckle and then my zipper. My erection strains against my boxers. She freezes, her eyes darting to mine in shock. Not because my dick is terrifying, although it kind of is, but because she can read the TINY DICK INSIDE she wrote on the hot pink material in neat block letters with black permanent marker.
She bites her lip and makes a face, like she’s not sure if she should laugh, be embarrassed, or apologize—or maybe all three. She skims the waistband like she’s thinking about sticking her hand inside. “Why do you still have these?”
“They’re my favorite pair.”
“But—” She palms me through the fabric and rubs herself on my leg at the same time. Her eyes roll up, and she shudders again.
“I think we’re both well aware that this is false advertising.” I move the hand covering my cock away and step back. Then I drop to my knees and yank her jeans over her hips, along with her panties, which are damp. It’s like they’re damn well glued to her body.
“What’re you—”
I slide a hand between her legs, cutting her words short. I glide over her clit and push two fingers inside her. I want to find out if I’m right about the spontaneous, untouched coming. She falls back against the wall and tries to part her legs, but her stupid tight jeans make that impossible. Her entire body trembles, and she cries out when I curl my fingers. That’s when I feel it: the pulse around my hand.
“You’re coming.” I look up at her, shirtless, the strap of her bra hanging off her arm instead of sitting on her shoulder, her palms flat against the wall behind her.
“No shit,” she gasps.
“I barely even touched you.”
“I’m as confused as you are.”
“Bend your knees and spread your legs,” I order.
“Wha—”
I move my hand from between her thighs, eliciting a despondent sound. Gripping her by the waist, I duck under her knee and shove my head through the narrow gap so I’m face to face with her *. It’s not easy, but I manage. Then I lift her so she’s sitting on my shoulders with her legs hanging over my back.
I hold onto her left thigh and slide the other hand up her stomach and under her bra. Her breasts pop out the bottom, nipples tightening as I brush my thumb over one. I cover the soft swell with my palm, squeezing as I hold her against the wall. I don’t have much room to move, but she’s already worked up enough as it is, so I suction my mouth to her clit and circle it with my tongue.