A beautiful, real smile stretched his lips and he shook his head, “Not when I’m with you.”
The next twenty minutes, I tried to eat while Sebastian found any way he could to touch me. Finally, he stood and slid into the booth next to me—his side warming mine.
Picking up one of my fries, he dipped it in the ketchup and held it up to me to take a bite.
I licked a drip of ketchup from the fry before taking a bite.
“You keep that shit up and I’ll take you to the little bathroom in the back of this shit-hole for more.”
“Sure you will,” I teased.
“Don’t bullshit, sweetheart. I can see it in your eyes, you’re turned on. I bet you’re already soaked for me.” He leaned in, touching between my legs as he kissed me underneath my ear. “I’ll tell you what, why don’t you go to the ladies’ room, put an extra layer of toilet paper in your panties, and come back here so I can take you home.”
His words brushed my ear and made me shiver.
I ran my finger down the front of my shirt, before covering his hand and pressing it deeper into my jeans. I looked up at him and licked my lips. I knew what I was doing, and I knew it was working by the look in his eyes.
“What if I don’t want to wait?”
His pupils dilated and he clenched his jaw. “You’re playing with fire. If you’re not careful, you’ll get burnt.”
I pressed his hand harder against me and a tiny moan escaped my throat.
“Fuck it. Come with me,” he said, grabbing my hand and pulling me from the booth.
I held his hand as he dragged me to the back of the restaurant and then pulled me into the only bathroom in the place. It was small, almost too small for the two of us, and not completely clean. The toilet was tilted to the side and the sink looked like someone had colored it with a gray crayon on the inside, but it would have to do for a quickie.
“Remember, you asked for this,” he said, locking the door behind us and stalking toward me.
He turned me and bent me over the small counter. Wasting no time, he went to work unbuttoning my jeans and pulling them down enough to expose little more than my ass.
“I can’t open my legs this way.” I said, pressing my bare bottom into him.
I heard his zipper come down and saw him lick his fingers, bringing them down to my wet opening. Then I felt the tip of his arousal pushing in.
“Good. It’ll feel better for both of us.”
He slid deep into me, pressing me harder against the counter. He felt bigger—filling me completely and rubbing my inner walls in a way that made me close my eyes in pleasure.
He moved fast and hard, without mercy, tugging on my hair to make me look up. His other hand grabbed my chin, forcing me to look into the mirror in front of us.
“I want you to watch while I fuck you.”
I looked in the mirror and he glared back at me as he thrust his body into mine. The counter shook and a few times I was sure I heard someone knocking at the door, but I didn’t care. All I cared about was the feeling moving through me as Sebastian took over my body.
He tugged my hair harder, making me call out and I met his dark, cocky smirk in the mirror. He was loving it as much as I was.
“Remember how much I adore that mouth of yours? I think I want to come in it this time,” he stated.
Still, he continued to hammer me, balls slapping against slick, sweaty skin.
Pleasurable pain clouded my eyes, making my brows turn in as the ache where his body connected with mine spread into my thighs. The sounds of our bodies coming together echoed in the tile-filled bathroom and a bottle of hand soap went crashing to the floor.
The customers could hear us, I was sure of it. But, Sebastian continued. Looping his arms underneath mine, he latched on to my shoulders, leaning over me and working his hips faster than I knew possible. That’s when I crashed.
Loud screams fell from my mouth, forcing Sebastian to cover it with his palm. I cried into his hand, before I bit its salty flesh. He cursed loudly, letting me know he was enjoying the sex as much as I was.
Finally he pulled out and turned me abruptly.
“Get on your fucking knees,” he growled.
I dropped to my knees the best I could with my jeans around my thighs and as soon as I opened my mouth, the head of his penis pushed past my lips. I moved my tongue over him, tasting myself on his skin, sucking him deeper into my mouth. I had no idea what I was doing, but it didn’t matter.
Sebastian threw his head back and pressed my mouth onto him harder as he exploded on the back of my tongue. Thick and hot, his come spewed all over, coating my mouth and throat with his personal flavor.