Page 54 of Dissolving Prejudice

“No.”

“Liar.”

I tried getting out of the stall when he blocked the way. “Are you jealous, kitten?”

My nostrils flared. “I’m not—”

Before I could finish protesting, Camilo closed the door behind him, locking us inside the cabin.

“What are you doing?” I gasped, trying to reach for the lock, when he pushed me backward until the back of my knees hit the toilet. “It stinks in here. Open the door. Now.”

Reaching forward, Camilo hooked his fingers in the waistband of my joggers and pulled me close until my body clashed with his.

“Ouch,” I pouted before he slid his hand to the small of my back, keeping me close.

“You followed me here ’cause you were jealous. Didn’t you?” he drawled, his deep voice awakening all of the demons in my body.

“I didn’t. I just had to take a piss.”

“So go ahead.” He spun me so I’d face the toilet, his big hands slipping lower down my waist.

My cheeks flared with heat, and I bit my lip with embarrassment.

“I-I no longer have to,” I muttered when he snorted and turned me back around to face him.

“What did you think I was doing to her in here?” He grabbed my jaw, forcing my chin up. When I kept quiet, he let go and moved his hand to my lower stomach, softly caressing my abs. My skin burned under his touch, and I held my breath as he leaned down, his lips grazing the shell of my ear. “You imagine my fingers going up her tight little skirt?” He dragged his hand down my body until his fingers slipped underneath the waistband of my joggers. I hushed a moan once he went south and reached the strip of skin right above the root of my dick. “Tell me, Llorón, was she wet as I shoved my fingers up her pussy?”

A low moan escaped me when he grabbed my dick, and I closed my eyes, my body burning underneath my clothes.

“C-Camilo. Stop—” I flattened my palm on his chest at the same time I thrust my dick into his fist, trying to ease my ache with the friction of his hand.

“Why? We were in the middle of a guided imagination exercise,” he chuckled while moving his hand inside my pants in tormenting long strokes. “You were about to tell me how I fucked that lady.” He bit my ear. “Was she moaning like you are right now?”

Stifling my reaction, I shook my head while leaning against him. He was so warm, and thirsty to have more of him, I nuzzled my nose in his neck so his scent would be the only thing to surround me.

“S-stop teasing me,” I hissed in a choked voice. With the way he moved his hand, I was seconds from exploding.

“You’re the one who teased me first, Llorón.” While grabbing me tight, he slipped his other hand to my ass. “But if I’m honest with you, this is the only pussy I’m after,” he said, pressing his fingers to my hole.

“F-fuck,” I gasped. My head was such a mess that nothing but my growing need to come seemed to matter. Somehow, I opened my eyes and glanced between us, my mouth watering at the sight of his erection tenting his joggers. I wanted to taste him, to have his massive cock weighing on my tongue, when he suddenly pulled his hands out of my pants, grabbed my waist, and lifted me up to sit on the sink.

Now face-to-face, my eyes locked on his mouth, and I licked my lips, ready to taste him, when the small stall shook so badly Camilo tripped forward. The trembling somehow managed to make me aware of the situation and reminded me I was locked inside a toilet stall with my ex while my current fiancé was sleeping down the aisle. What the fuck was I thinking?

Getting down from the sink, I pulled my pants back up and placed my hand on Camilo’s chest, ready to shove him, when I noticed he was shaking. When I looked up at his face, his eyes were closed tightly while he gritted his teeth.

“Camilo?” I asked, putting my hand against his cheek.

“Why the fuck is it shaking like this?” he hissed, still refusing to open his eyes.

I frowned. “You mean the plane?”

Another tremble.

“Yes!” he snapped. “Fuck.”

Oh, he really was scared.

“It’s just simple turbulence,” I explained, my thumb stroking his jaw. “Nothing to be scared of—”