Page 10 of Diablo

“I believe you.”

Rising to my feet, I forged a path through the crowded room. Stevie’s fingertips barely touched mine as she trailed behind me. At any moment, I half expected her to change her mind and make a run for the door instead.

Eventually, we reached the restrooms together and I pushed the door open, sticking my head in to make sure it was empty. Then I stepped back to let Stevie enter first. As soon as I followed her inside, she was on me. Pushing me back until I bumped against the door.

I cupped her face in my hands with a sloppy, rough kiss—all teeth and hot, slick tongue. Stevie moaned into my mouth and her fingers flew to my belt, fumbling with the buckle.

I twisted her hair around my fist and pulled, tugging her head back to expose her neck. Stevie arched, pressing her soft, warm curves against me. I trailed my hand up the column of her neck, smoothing my thumb over her racing pulse.

“God, you’re fucking gorgeous,” I whispered.

She responded by unzipping my fly, the metallic rasp barely audible over our heavy breathing. When she wrapped her fingers around my cock, I flexed my hips with a grunt. My eyes slipped closed at Stevie’s tight grip. She grinned, humming a pleased sound.

“You talk tough for a guy who’s so sensitive.”

I released my grip on her hair and moved my hands down to her ass with a harsh squeeze. Bringing my mouth to her ear, my lips brushed the curve of her neck and jawline as I spoke.

“Are you implying your panties aren’t soaked by now, sweetheart?”

“I don’t have to answer that question.”

I huffed a laugh against her skin, pinching her earlobe between my teeth. Grabbing Stevie’s hips, I turned her around, moving us toward the sink together. Keeping one hand anchored around her middle, I unbuttoned her jeans and shoved them down just far enough to get a glimpse of the lacy black underwear she wore.

I lifted my gaze to find Stevie watching me in the mirror. She braced her hands on the sink and pushed her curvy ass back, grinding against my cock. My fingers dug into her hips even more, leaving red indents on her skin.

Without looking away, I nuzzled into her neck as I slipped my fingers past the waistband of her underwear. When I reached the stiff peak of her clit, her whole body twitched at the contact. I smiled and pressed a kiss to her hair, continuing to watch over the top of her head.

“Just as I thought,” I said, dragging my fingers through her folds. “Wet and needy.”

Before Stevie could reply, I traced back up over her clit, circling and pressing with alternating pressure. Her breath hitched on a little whine of desperation. Hurriedly grabbing her shirt, she yanked it over her head and tossed it aside. My greedy gaze swept over her softly mounded breasts in her dark blue bra, with her hair spilling over her shoulders. I lost my rhythm, fingers stuttering to a halt.

A slow smile spread across Stevie’s face in the mirror. Challenging me. Daring me to continue. I pressed an open-mouthed kiss to her neck, sucking a bruise there that would be impossible to hide. And I tucked my fingers lower, between her thighs, curling up into the silky heat of her pussy.

Stevie let out a wrecked moan, dropping her head back against my shoulder. I pumped my fingers in a steady rhythm, her walls clenching around me.

Movement at the door signaled someone was right outside. I didn’t care–I was too preoccupied with Stevie, especially when she grabbed her bra and yanked the cups down. I groaned at the sight of her full, heavy, perfect tits.

“Oh, fuck me, princess.”

Just as I reached up to touch her, the door started to open. Too late, I realized Stevie and I had been distracted by each other and never bothered to lock the door. I cupped one hand against Stevie’s pussy—protective or possessive, I couldn’t tell which—and slapped my other palm against the door, shoving it closed.

“Occupied!” I barked.

Someone grumbled outside. I clicked the lock shut and turned my attention back to Stevie. She took my hand by the wrist, tugging my arm around her, but I didn’t need any encouragement to cup her soft breast in my palm. My cock twitched, trapped between my stomach and Stevie’s ass. I dragged a thumb over her rosy nipple at the same time that I crooked my fingers upward.

“Oh, God, yes,” she whimpered, her knees threatening to buckle.

I didn’t bother trying to keep Stevie standing and nudged her to lean over. When she propped her elbows on the sink, the position pushed her ass out even further. I pulled out of her pussy and smoothed my hands over her ass cheeks before I hooked my thumbs in her panties and pulled them down.

“Take a good long look, Prospect,” Stevie said. “You won’t have this view again. It’s a once in a lifetime opportunity.”

“In that case,” I replied, digging a condom from my back pocket. I ripped it open with my teeth and rolled it on. “I should make sure you remember every ridge and vein when I’m done with you.”

I guided my cock to her pussy, rubbing the tip back and forth until I was slick with her arousal.

“Fifty bucks says you’ll come in less than a minute,” Stevie replied.

I didn’t respond, pressing my hips forward instead. When the first inch of my cock pushed inside her, Stevie sucked in a sharp breath. I flicked my gaze up to meet her eyes in the mirror. Her fingers wrapped around the edge of the sink with a white-knuckled grip as her eyelashes fluttered, struggling to stay composed. The corner of my lips curved up.

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