Page 5 of Mara
He chuckled, and I felt the sound on my skin as he kissed and bit the soft flesh on my collarbone.
The tantalizing sensations were so polarizing. The sweet kisses to the strength holding my head firmly locked into his grip.
“Fine, my hot Stranger. No names needed, but I will still make you forget yours.”
I wanted to laugh at the cheesy line, but instead, he pushed his knee into the junction between my thighs, and I gasped.
Wow, that was a new button no one had pressed before.
Was this some kind of biker thing to knee someone’s pussy? Why the fuck did it feel so good?
“Wow, okay, well th-that feels interesting.”
He smiled and pressed harder. My clit was rubbing against the seam of my jeans, and it made my stomach tighten.
My vibrator didn’t even make me feel this damn good.
My name tag fell out of my back pocket, and he eyed the ID for a second before smiling.
“You’re a nurse, right? Always taking such good care of everyone, but who takes care of you?”
I blinked, not really knowing how to answer that, and not even knowing if I should.
Was a hookup’s question in a yogurt store’s bathroom meant to be rhetorical?
I did a weird sort of moan just as my Stranger turned me, pushing me against the sink. I tried to catch my breath as I stared into my own reflection. My hair was a frizzy mess thanks to his rough hands.
Even though my feet were on the ground, I felt like I was fucking floating above my body, watching the scene below me.
It didn’t feel real when he ripped my jeans down my legs. His face reflected behind my own. It was almost ethereal.
Was I going to wake up to this being a very damn good dream in the asylum’s lunch room?
My cochlear implants could pick up every breathy moan from him as he gripped my hips and disappeared from the mirror.
I hadn’t even shaved. What was I doing?
He slid down my body and moved my panties to the side.
“Oh fuck,” I said as adrenaline started to circulate in my muddled brain. “I haven’t shaved or done this in—maybe we should…”
My words were cut off when his sinful mouth latched onto my clit through my panties, and I couldn’t do anything but hiss.
“Do I look like a fucking little boy to you? Do you think I give a fuck what you look like? Shut your mouth, woman, and hold on tight. I do recall you saying you didn’t want my lips to be used for talking anyway, remember?”
I whimpered. God, this is not what I had intended, but it was so much better than stolen kisses.
“R-Right. Yes. Oh my god, yes. No talking.”
He smiled and pushed me harder over the sink, knocking my feet apart with his strong arms and latching back onto my sensitive clit.
I couldn’t catch my breath. This was so taboo. Letting a stranger eat me out in a bathroom of a fucking yogurt shop? I was insane. I probably belonged with the patients I cared for.
True to his word, he didn’t speak. His voice was delicious, and he had a devastating hitch to it. His groan of need followed every single drag of his tongue.
“You are too fucking good at this,” I accused, just as desperate for him.
His tongue made me a babbling mess. I couldn’t comprehend anything but his gripping hands. My hips would be imprinted with his tattooed handprints to remind me for days of what I had done.
