Page 155 of Checkmate
Glancing between their bodies, he watched as his cock disappeared inside her wet heat, a low growl rumbling from deep in his chest. Erica whimpered, pushing her hips back against him, using the wall as leverage.
Buried balls deep inside her, he closed his eyes, savouring the warmth of her pussy around his cock. From a distance, he heard bar sounds from outside the bathroom. A reminder that anyone could come in at any time and ruin their fun.
With that thought in mind, his fingers wound in her hair, tugging on it sharply until he could press his front against her back. Holding her in place, he drove himself even deeper inside her, his hand snaking down her stomach and teasing through the hair at the junction of her thighs.
He rubbed her clit in small, quick circles as he thrust himself inside her, growling as she moaned her approval, matching him stroke for stroke. Her hand covered his, holding him in place as he toyed with her, her butt grinding against his crotch.
Her skin slid against his like silk, and her quiet moans breathed against his neck. He pushed her against the wall, trapping her between it and her body as he slammed a harder thrust inside her.
She cried out before she could stop herself, someone walking into the bathroom right on cue. Covering her mouth, Marcus didn’t hesitate as he moved faster. Harder. The thrill of someone only metres away had unleashed something inside him. He wanted everyone to know how lucky he was to have such a beautiful woman completely at his mercy. He wanted everyone to know she belonged to him.
He nibbled along her neck, his fingers moving faster on her clit as he pressed his hand harder against her mouth. Once again, her hand covered his, trying her hardest to stifle the sounds he was causing her to make.
Marcus had never felt like a rush like it.
Erica’s pussy was so hot, so wet, so tight around him as she milked his cock. Her body felt like heaven against his. His body felt electric as the thrill of the situation caught up with him, a familiar tug in the pit of his stomach signalling his impending orgasm.
Gritting his teeth, he refocused his attention on her, burying himself deep inside her as his fingers worked her clit relentlessly. Feeling her tighten around him, he growled deep in her ear, whispering his words heatedly.
“Cum for me, Erica. Let me feel you.”
She threw her head back against his shoulder, a muffled moan echoing around the room. The voices beyond the door of their stall faltered for a moment and still Marcus moved, desperate to join Erica in a perfect moment of ecstasy.
Biting into her shoulder, he groaned deeply as he lost himself inside her, his orgasm so strong, his head span. Grinding into her, he waited until every last tremor left him and Erica leaned heavily against his chest.
Finally, he released her mouth, pulling out of her and kissing her temple. Looking over her shoulder at him, she bit her lip in a silent promise that there was more to come. He held his finger to his lip, waiting for the sound of the door to signify the bathroom was empty once again.
“That was close,” she said, turning to face him, and pulling her skirt down. He handed over her panties, smirking as he straightened himself out.
“Nothing close about it. They definitely heard us.”
“Worth it,” she murmured, leaning forward to kiss him once. “I love fucking you.”
“I think this time I fucked you.”
“Either way, it was incredible.” She straightened out his collar and smirked. “You leave first. I’ll follow once I’ve sorted myself out. Josh is going to kill us.”
“Josh can mind his business,” he said good-naturedly. “I’ll see you out there, gorgeous.”
With one last kiss he couldn’t resist giving her, he left the stall, checking his reflection in the mirror. Satisfied he looked presentable, he left the bathroom, making a beeline for their table. Josh looked up at his arrival and pulled a face.
“Please tell me you were outside smoking,” he said, pushing a tumbler towards him.
“I was outside smoking,” Marcus replied, downing his drink in three swallows.
“Right.” Glancing towards the bathrooms, Josh paled. “And Erica? Where is she?”
“No idea, mate. Haven’t seen her.”
Marcus looked over at his friend and laughed at the horrified look on his face. He’d apologise if his body wasn’t still feeling the effects of his climax. Every single time with Erica had been electric, but that was on another level. He couldn’t wait to be inside her again. To feel her body against hers.
“Where have you been?” Josh asked, looking up as Erica took her seat.
“In the bathroom,” she replied without hesitation.
“For ten minutes?!”
Erica helped herself to a drink, glancing over at her brother. “Do you really need to know what your sister gets up to in the bathroom?”
