Page 48 of One More Weekend

As we approached the door, someone swung open the door and held it open for me.

I gripped the wood in my hands and made room for Jenna to pass me.

It wasn’t until I closed the door behind us, dropping the small metal latch into the eyelet that Jenna started to question me, “You’re really going to fuck me right here?”

Nodding, my heart pounded and my center throbbed at the thought. In one swift motion, I lifted her onto the counter and undid the distressed jeans.

I paused long enough to meet her eyes, the clear blue still sparkling in the dim light. “Last chance to back out.”

If I took her here, like this, I wouldn’t be able to stop myself again. We were ripping off the bandaid and we’d have to find some sort of solution in the next six weeks because pretending the connection wasn’t real sure as fuck wasn’t working.

Shaking her head, Jenna clenched her jaw. “I don’t want to back out.”

Note taken.One shot and a few sips of beer weren’t enough to cloud either of our judgments, not after we’d taken a completely sober leap just a week ago.

I stepped forward, pressing Jenna’s body into the sink, and planted my lips on hers.

Moaning as my tongue slipped into her mouth, Jenna melted into my arms. She lifted herself up to the vanity, leaving her ass just barely on the counter.

I used my body to spread her legs, making room for myself between them. I reached for her jeans, unbuttoning them in one swift motion.

Following suit, Jenna did the same to mine, shoving her hand under my boxers as she felt for my clit. She rubbed wide circles around my throbbing bead, groaning as she felt my slick excitement slip out from my lips.

I gripped the edge of the sink, my knuckles turning white from the pressure as I grinded my hip into her hand.

Pulling back the fabric of her panties, I went straight to her center. One night with her was all it took for me to memorizewhat she liked and now I thought about it every time I looked at her.

As we caressed each other, moving quickly as someone pounded on the door, I felt my whole body shivering with pleasure. Jenna’s finger slid down from my clit toward my entrance, teasing it without going inside.

Whimpering into her shoulder, I pulled her hips toward me. I applied a more targeted pressure to her clit, slipping underneath her hood.

Jenna tried her best to hide her moans in my neck.

The speaker outside switched songs, forcing us to stay completely silent long enough for the music to pick up again. But I refused to stop touching her, wanting to take in every piece of her as I fucked her.

My muscles tensed against her fingers, no longer able to hold off from reaching my climax. Instead, I took a deep breath and let myself release. I shook, my movements slowing as I came.

But as soon as the rush passed, I went back to focusing on Jen.

She followed closely behind me, her fingers digging into my sides as she pushed her hips into me and let herself feel the tips of my fingers on her throbbing clit.

“Fuck.” Jenna whimpered into my ear as she finished.

A giggle came over both of us as we tried to catch our breath, desperate to look like we hadn’t just fucked in the bathroom.

Like we were about to get caught, Jenna and I quickly zipped up our pants and washed our hands. I kicked the toilet handle down with my sneaker, hoping it would do the trick. But honestly, I knew that it would be obvious to whoever was waiting outside. The smile on my face was way too massive to hide.

Instead, I put my hand on the doorknob and looked back at Jenna. “Ready?”

She nodded as I pushed the door open. Just then, a familiar song started to play over the speakers and Jenna seamlessly made her way onto the stage.

I leaned against the wall near the bathroom, watching as she took the stage and started to sing as if I hadn’t just made her come against the sink just a few feet away.

But I couldn’t stop myself from beaming up at her. A part of me hoped that six weeks was enough time, that we could experience everything we needed to before Jenna took off.

Because if it wasn’t, I might just be stuck in this moment for the rest of my life.

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