Page 2 of Cocky Counsel

“Yeah, I was just heading to the bathroom myself.”

“Well, then, I won’t keep you.” He slowly stepped away, lowering his hand from my body as his fingers brushed across my ass, sending shivers up my spine.

Maybe it was the tequila or perhaps it was the lack of sex I was having—even when I was in a relationship, but suddenly I found myself doing something I would never do sober. I turned and grabbed his hand, pulling him into me. I wrapped my arms up around his neck and pushed my body against him, planting my lips on his.

I felt relieved when his lips parted and his tongue licked across my lips, begging for entrance into my mouth. His hands wrapped around my waist before sliding back down to my ass, pushing me up against the wall so we were out of the way of the people who were walking past us. I heard a few girls whispering about how hot he was and a few that dared to tell us to get a room. Trust me—there was nothing I wanted more at that exact moment.

He pulled away and ran a hand down the scruff that dotted his jawline.

“Come with me,” he growled, taking me by the hand and leading me down the hallway into a private area marked with employee-only signs.

“I don’t think we’re supposed to be back here,” I whispered, looking around to make sure no one was going to catch us.

“It’s fine,” he responded quickly before pulling me into a linen closet and closing the door behind us.

It was too dark to see anything but within a few seconds, he had turned on the flashlight on his phone before setting it on the shelf beside us. He reached over and grabbed me, pulling me back into his arms as his mouth trailed kisses down my neck.

I could feel the aching between my thighs. The wetness that was already starting to pool against the thin fabric of my black lace thong. My chest heaved as he kissed me, lowering his mouth to my breasts as his hands reached up and cupped them.

“We don’t have much time,” he mumbled against my skin, licking along the lace of my bra before pulling the cup down with his teeth and exposing a pebbled nipple.

“Okay,” I panted, desperate for his touch on my body. I could not remember the last time I had ever been this aroused or turned on by such simple touches.

“Turn around,” he commanded, pulling away from my body and standing straight. I did as he asked, bracing myself against the shelf in front of me. I heard the foil tearing on the condom before I heard the sound of his zipper as he pulled it down. He reached forward and pulled me back against him, so my ass was lined up with his hips.

His hands pushed my skirt up my thighs before he gently nudged me to spread my legs further with his leg in between them. Once my legs were spread, his fingers edged under my thong and slid inside of me. I gasped at the welcomed intrusion, pleased with how wet and ready I was for him. Then he slid another finger inside and I thought I was going to come right then and there. I let my head roll back, resting against his chest as I enjoyed the feel of his slightly rough hands on my body.

“You’re so fucking wet,” he growled against my ear as his fingers pumped faster and harder. “I bet you taste delicious, don’t you?”

I nodded, unable to respond because any functional brain cells I had at this point were focused on my clit, which he was now rubbing with his thumb. Before I was ready for him to stop, he pulled his hand away and stuck his fingers in his mouth, sucking them before making a popping sound when he pulled them free.

“I knew it,” he chuckled with satisfaction. “Now I want to feel how good that pussy feels wrapped around me. You think you’re ready for this big cock?”

I nodded again. I was full on panting at this point, on the verge of coming undone in a linen closet. There was no way I was in any kind of shape to speak actual words to him.

He gently wrapped one arm around my waist before pushing me slightly forward so he could slide inside. I reached out and held onto the shelf in front of me, spreading my legs even further apart. I could hear the sound as the slit in my skirt tore before I felt the fabric give against my body. But as soon as his huge, thick dick was inside of me, I didn’t care about anything else.

I tried to stifle the moans of pleasure that were desperate to come out, knowing that we couldn’t risk getting caught. His fingers reached down between my legs again, rubbing my clit as he pumped harder, fucking me perfectly from behind. I could feel the pressure building as he went faster, his fingers working in perfect time with his cock.

I couldn’t take it anymore as I tilted my head back and groaned, feeling my pussy pulse against him as my orgasm ripped through me. He continued to fuck me for a few seconds after, bringing his fingers up for me to taste myself before he gave one final thrust and found his own release.

We stayed there for a few minutes, leaning against each other as our breathing started to return to normal. As good as I felt, I knew that I couldn’t turn around and look at him. But we also couldn’t stay in the linen closet forever either.

I stepped away from him, taking the moment to fix my skirt—or what was left of it at this point. I had no idea how bad the damage was but it was worth it. He worked quietly behind me as he situated himself. Luckily, we were right by the bathrooms so I could sneak in and fix whatever I needed to so no one knew what we had just done.

“You alright?” he asked, his voice more relaxed than it was earlier.

“Yeah,” I said, not sure if I was lying. “You?”

I turned around to look at him as I lifted a hand to fuss with my hair. He nodded and smiled as if he was trying to keep from laughing at my question. Suddenly feeling embarrassed, I looked away and reached for the doorknob at the same time he did. I pulled my hand away as if I had just been burned—and in a way, I guess I had.

“After you,” he said softly, opening the door and stepping to the side to let me through.

I smiled nervously before stepping out and looking around to see if anyone had seen us. Thankfully, the coast was clear. I heard him walk out behind me and close the door. It was suddenly awkward, and I had no idea what to say. It wasn’t like I knew him. Hell, we didn’t even bother to ask each other’s names… But what did it matter? It wasn’t like we would ever see each other again. One night of fun, that’s all this was.

We walked in silence down the empty hallway, back toward the bar where the noise was getting louder the closer that we got. Right as we reached the turn for the bathrooms, I was about to excuse myself when a burly man with a thick beard rounded the corner and startled me.

“There you are!” His voice boomed around us. “I was looking all over for you. Graham wants to discuss what the profit-sharing will look like before we move any further.”

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