Inside the women’s restroom, Erin stood at the sink washing her hands. Cassie only did a cursory check of the stalls before pushing her against the counter and kissing her. Erin didn’t seem surprised, fisting Cassie’s jacket with still wet hands to pull her even closer.
Cassie had thought she’d have to hold back, ease into it, but Erin kissed hard enough that their teeth clinked together. She slid her tongue into Cassie’s mouth like an apology and twisted to reverse their positions. Cassie stumbled, slamming her hip into the counter. She broke the kiss to curse. Erin didn’t bother asking if she was okay. Instead, she wrapped her hands under Cassie’s thighs and lifted. Water on the counter seeped through Cassie’s jeans when Erin set her down.
“Good?” Erin asked, stepping between Cassie’s legs.
Cassie barely felt the damp spot on the back of her thigh. “Great.”
Erin’s mouth was on hers almost before she’d finished the word. The new position meant Erin had to tilt her head up to reach, but that didn’t diminish her enthusiasm, kisses rough and biting. Cassie reveled in the not quite swallowed moan when her teeth closed around Erin’s bottom lip.
“Oh shit, sorry,” someone said.
Erin pulled back, far enough to separate their lips but close enough that Cassie could press a kiss under her jaw. Cassie didn’t notice the noise of the bar had gotten louder until the door closed and it was muffled again. She sucked Erin’s skin too gently to leave a mark.
“Let’s get out of here,” she said against the throb of Erin’s pulse.
“I just have to pay—”
Cassie bit below Erin’s ear and laughed. “Already got it covered, sweetheart.”
Erin chuckled, and it vibrated against Cassie’s lips. Erin’s neck shone, damp from Cassie’s mouth, when she pulled away. Cassie eased herself to the ground.
“Let’s go.”
Erin kissed her once more before leading the way. She held her hand as they weaved through the crowd toward the door; Cassie’s lips turned up before she forced them down, annoyed at herself for finding it endearing.
Cassie shivered in the parking lot—from the chill in the air, not the brush of Erin’s thumb against the back of her hand. Was Erin taking her home? To a hotel? She wished she could take Erin somewhere, but she only had a dorm. Yeah, it was an apartment with no roommate, but it was still a dorm.
When they reached a car, Erin opened the back door. Apparently they were doing this here.
Cassie glanced around. Across the lot, four or five people were huddled next to a car. This wasn’t private enough to be called private, not public enough to be called public.
Erin gnawed on her bottom lip. “Good?”
“Great.” Public or private didn’t really matter when Cassie wanted to be the one biting that lip.
She ducked into the car, and Erin followed, slamming the door behind her and climbing directly into Cassie’s lap. Cassie reveled in Erin’s weight on top of her, the way her dress slid up, the skin it revealed. She wanted the dress off, wanted to see everything, but admittedly the back seat of a car might not be the best place for that. Cassie turned her head to see if anyone was nearby, but she got distracted when Erin pushed her jacket off her shoulders. Erin’s dress gaped open in the front, and Cassie slid her hands inside.
“Fuck, you’ve got nice tits,” she said, and Erin’s nipples tightened as Cassie pinched them.
She had to let go for a moment when Erin tugged Cassie’s tank top over her head.
“If I return the compliment, are you just going to say, ‘I know,’ again?” Erin asked, both hands squeezing Cassie’s breasts through her bra.
Cassie smirked. “No guarantees.”
“That’s what I thought.” Erin rolled her eyes affectionately before finding her lips again.
Cassie’s fingers stalled out when Erin kissed her. She was going to be a literal rocket scientist; you’d think she would have enough brainpower to get kissed and feel someone up at the same time, but apparently not. Her hands fell out of Erin’s dress and it was all she could do to clutch the older woman’s shoulders.
Erin moved her mouth to Cassie’s neck and Cassie groaned, “Fuck.”
She could feel Erin smile against her skin. Get it together, Klein. Cassie let herself lean into Erin’s mouth a few seconds longer before getting to business.
Her hands moved to Erin’s thighs, then slid up under her dress. Cassie considered teasing, maybe going slow, but she really didn’t want to, like, at all, so when her fingers reached Erin’s underwear, she pushed past them.
God. Her favorite part of sleeping with someone with a pussy had to be that first touch, when you could feel just how turned on they were, your fingers slipping through their wetness. Erin jerked and bit down when Cassie’s fingers glanced off her clit. Cassie yelped.
“Sorry,” Erin said, dragging her tongue along Cassie’s collarbone.
Cassie swallowed against the feeling. Focus, she reminded herself, even though it was impossible not to think about what Erin’s mouth would feel like in other places.
Erin nipped at Cassie’s neck, but only occasionally, like she was too busy rolling her hips to worry about anything else. Cassie wasn’t even really touching her yet, but Erin was busy, shifting around in Cassie’s lap, trying to get her fingers where she wanted them. Cassie didn’t make her wait.
Yeah, what she had thought earlier about the first touch being the best? That was a lie; this was the best part—pushing inside and feeling Erin squeeze around her fingers, tight and hot and wet. This was everything.
“God,” Erin whispered, and Cassie couldn’t resist.
“You can just call me Cassie.”
Erin glared at her, breaking the look with a moan when Cassie scissored her fingers.
Cassie worked up a rhythm, sliding out and pushing hard back in, and Erin helped, her hips grinding and jumping. Sometimes she leaned down for a kiss, but mostly she held herself upright, riding Cassie’s hand urgently.
“More,” she groaned, and Cassie added another finger.
Cassie was pretty sure this was the best day of her life. She was three fingers deep in this gorgeous woman who was clenching like crazy, obviously close—she was about to make this fucking gorgeous woman come on her fingers in the back of a car, and she couldn’t think of anything better.
She kissed Erin, grabbing her ass to pull her harder onto her fingers.
“Cassie, fuck,” Erin muttered, and then she was coming, shaking and shuddering, eyes closed, mouth open, and Jesus Christ, Cassie had made plenty of people come in her twenty-one years, thank you very much, but Erin was hands down the hottest she’d ever seen.
Erin collapsed on top of her, after, and Cassie wrapped her arms around her. When Erin lifted her head for a kiss, it was soft. Gentle. She made a contented sound in the back of her throat and butted her head at Cassie like a cat preening. It was all kinds of adorable, but Cassie hadn’t gotten off yet; she couldn’t control the way her hips twitched under Erin’s. Erin laughed at her.
“Impatient,” she admonished.