No one noticed Nathan’s missing hand, nor the nearness in which his chair was situated to mine, angled toward me. His hand pushed my skirt up farther while we waited for the main course, and I was thankful for the large table cloth that covered my lower half. He was just inches from the Promised Land. My thighs shook with need.
My face was hot, and I knew I was flushed scarlet due to his fingers stroking me through the thin material of my panties. I brought the glass of water to my lips right when Nathan’s finger pushed the edge of my panties aside and slipped one finger in. I tried to swallow the water, but it became stuck when he entered me, and I began coughing and choking.
That gained everyone’s attention, and five males turned to look at me. All the while, Nathan didn’t stop, his fingers working slower, but deeper, sinking further.
“Are you okay?” Benjamin asked from my left.
“Yes, thank you, it just went down the wrong pipe.” The looks of concern from the men at the table relaxed, and out of the corner of my eye, I could have sworn Nathan was smirking. “If you will all excuse me for a moment, I need to use the ladies room.”
Being the gentlemen they were, the whole table stood as I exited the private room and made my way down the hall.
I located the ladies room and rushed in and shut the door, leaning against the cold tiled walls. After taking a moment to collect myself, I moved to the sink and turned on the water.
I was splashing some cold water on my face when I heard the door swish open. A hand grabbed me as I was drying my face off, and a second later, it had spun me around. My gasp of surprise was deadened by Nathan’s lips on mine as he pulled my body flush to his.
“Baby, baby… Fuck,” he whispered with a groan. His hand grabbed mine and moved it down, placing it over the rock hard length hidden beneath the fabric of his suit pants. “Feel what you fucking do to me.”
I moaned, my lips searching out his while I rubbed and squeezed him. It earned me a growl, his eyes dark, showing the predatory sexual animal in him I desired.
“I need you. I need you now, or I’m never going to make it through the rest of this meeting without throwing you on the table and fucking you right there,” he whispered into my ear.
I shivered at his words, my body igniting, moisture soaking my panties. He grabbed hold of me and we walked backward toward the wall.
“Nathan, we don’t have time,” I protested as he spun me around to face it.
He bit down on my neck. “We’d better be quick then.”
His hand pressed on my back, and I leaned forward, my hands bracing against the wall. My legs spread while his hands moved under my skirt, pushing it up and over the curve of my ass. The sound of his belt coming undone echoed off the tile walls, followed by his zipper dropping.
His finger grasped onto my panties and pulled them down just enough to expose my throbbing wet *.
“Dripping for me already, baby? Such a fucking slut, you are.” His voice was husky, making his dirty talk that much more powerful.
With a quick push, he slid between my folds and set up a lightning pace. I tried to remain quiet, which was always a difficult task whenever he was inside me. A few muffled mewls leaked out of my clenched lips. My hips pushed back against him, driving him deeper.
“Fuck. That’s it, give it to me.”
It took everything I had not to scream, but I couldn’t keep it in when he slammed into me hard.
“You have to be quiet, little whore, or else they’ll hear you and come in here. And I don’t want them to interrupt my cock pounding your *. It feels too fucking good,” he said with a moan. He hissed out a “fuck” when I tightened around him at his words. His hand moved from my hip to my mouth and he pushed two fingers in. “Suck.”
I complied, my tongue working around the digits. I bit down when he found my sweet spot and continued to pound into it. My legs were shaking, my body tensing.