“I knew it. I look like shit,” I huff, throwing my hands up in the air in irritation. With a quick turn, I stomp back into the dressing room and slam the door behind me, but never hear it click shut. When I start to turn around, I’m suddenly surrounded by man and I hear his foot kick the door closed.
“Um, this is the women’s dressing room, what are you doing?” I reprimand, trying to sound indignant, but failing when I hear his shopping bag drop to the floor and feel his palms on the outside of my thighs, slowly sliding upward.
“Holy shit, what are you doing?” I whisper brokenly when his hands move from the outside of my thighs to between my legs and continue moving upwards.
“This dress,” he groans. “Fucking hell, this dress. Do you have any idea how damn gorgeous you are?”
He removes one hand from the inside of my thighs and wraps it tightly around my waist, holding me securely against him.
“Put your hands on the wall,” he orders me in a hushed tone, shuffling his feet and moving us forward until I’m forced to do as he says before slamming face-first into the back wall of the dressing room.
“I need to touch you. Just for a minute, I promise. Please, let me touch you,” he begs in a low voice, his breath puffing against my ear as he takes the edge of my lobe in between his teeth and tugs on it.
“Fuck, yes,” I hiss, his hand finishing its path up the inside of my thigh and his fingers ghosting over the front lace of my thong.
“You’re so wet,” he mutters, placing a kiss in the crook of my neck.
His fingers continue moving lazily over the thin fabric until I want to grab his hand and shove his fingers inside of me. I’ve been wet since I met him and who knew this caveman action of shoving me into a dressing room and pushing me against a wall from behind would be such a turn-on.
“I knew this dress would look good on you, but God damn, Noel,” he murmurs, his fingers moving to the side of my thong and teasing their way under the edge of the lace.
I spread my legs just enough to urge him on and give him easier access, my head falling back onto his shoulder while he nuzzles his face into the side of my neck, placing tender kisses on my skin in between his words.
“I’ve never wanted anyone more than I want you. I’ve never been this fucking hard for anyone. Just you, Noel,” he confesses as his fingers finally dip inside the edge of my underwear and I feel him touching me for the first time.
We groan in unison when two of his fingers slide through the wetness his words and his teasing touch have created. One of my hands against the wall flies down to his arm around my waist and I dig my fingernails into his wrist when he moves his fingers in slow, perfect circles around my clit. His thumb quickly replaces those fingers and before I can catch my breath, he’s pushing two long, thick fingers inside of me, sliding them all the way in to his knuckles.
I’m panting like a dog in heat as he holds his fingers still inside of me but keeps moving his thumb back and forth over my aching clit. I’ve never felt anything this amazing before. I’ve never wanted to come within two seconds of a guy touching me. And I’ve certainly never gotten turned on with dirty talk. But sweet lord alive, dirty talk coming from Sam’s mouth should be sold on street corners for a hefty price. He’d make a killing.
“Fuck, you’re so tight and perfect,” he whispers as he starts slowly pushing and pulling his fingers out of me and my hips begin moving with the rhythm of his hand between my legs. “God, I wish we were anywhere but here so I could be inside you. I want to feel your tight * wrapped around my cock.”
“Yes, yes, fuck yes,” I groan, my hips jerking faster against his hand as he continues working his fingers in out of me at a quicker pace now, his thumb flicking quickly over my clit until I want to lose my mind with the need to come, until what he said suddenly hits me.
“I wish we were anywhere but here…”
Oh my fucking God, I have a guy’s fingers in my twat in a public dressing room. At the mall. AT THE FUCKING MALL!
I know I said I wanted to embrace the slut and BE the slut, but this is slutty even for me. I can’t even tell him to stop because if he takes those perfectly long, thick fingers out of me right now I will cry and quite possibly punch my hand through the wall in front of me.
What a fucking conundrum.
Like he immediately knows what I’m thinking, the arm Sam hold securely around my waist moves up until his hand is gently covering my mouth while his fingers continue their glorious assault between my legs, twisting and sliding through all the wetness he’s pulled from me just by being him.