Chapter Three: Sophia

“Hurry,” I say trying to mask how excited I am to see him. As much as I want to play it cool he knows just how badly I want him. There isn’t any use in trying to hide it. So, I don’t bother trying.

I pull him into the employee bathroom and shut the door. It’s a nice bathroom, the boss lady went all out. There is even a couch and a little separate area for the toilet inside. We even have a shower if we need to use it and to be honest, it’s a secret fantasy I’ve had, having him in the shower, his body wet and glistening under the overhead lights.

Thomas pulls me close to him and my body reacts instantly. My blood heats and a low dull ache starts in my abdomen. I wrap my arms around his neck and press my body flush against his.

“You’re so sexy Sophia,” he growls, turning me into putty. My feet want to melt into the floor as my nipples tighten against my bra. As his body presses up against mine, the lace of my bra only teases my breasts further. Man, I hadn’t realized I was this hard up. I didn’t usually chase sex down, I’m not aggressive by nature, but sex this good was worth the chase and the anticipation of each encounter.

He moves his lips to my neck sending a delicious shiver racing down my spine and all the way into my toes. Nerve endings become raw like exposed electrical circuits. He murmurs my name against my neck, giving me delicious cold chills all over. The second he moves away my body heats up again in a delicious back and forth that leaves me trembling.

His voice is a rich baritone and is more than enough to make me orgasm from a single sentence. I am pretty sure, that at this point, the guy could read me the phone book and I’d be reduced to a puddle on the floor. Then, to make things hotter, when he directs that deep timbre at me, it’s that much more potent. His tone becomes a focalized point right to my core that quivers awaiting his next move.

I realize now, after finding out who he is, the employee bathroom is probably not his scene. This is not the classiest place to bring Thomas Henry but from the desire written over his face, he doesn’t seem to mind. And it meets the requirements for being close and empty.

Some would probably judge my behavior as being whorish but he’s never once treated me like one. This may all be temporary, but what we have is hot. What the hell does it matter anyway? Besides, what do I care what anyone thinks of me? There are only a few people in my life that matter and they are either very supportive of this or they don’t know.

Thomas moves to lock the door and I can’t help but giggle. “The latch doesn’t work. Someone’s boyfriend busted it the other day when he was drunk and looking for her. Poor thing quit from embarrassment, but I hope she gets rid of him.”

I hated when men roughed up their girlfriends. Halie’s boyfriend had seemed like a tool, and I knew she needed the money. I’m not sure why I feel the need to explain the situation, but I do.

“The owner hasn’t gotten around to fix it yet,” I added with a shrug. Oh well. The thought of getting almost caught is more of a turn on than I’d really care to admit. However, if the wrong person walks in and my ass is in the air for all to see, I might as well bend right on over and give it a kiss because I’ll be out of a job. If something ever happened, if we ever got caught, I didn’t want him to think it was something I orchestrated. I would never do that him knowing how he feels about the public knowing his business.

Thomas slowly turns around, his body lean and made for sex, and the muscles between my legs clinch causing me to shift anxiously from one foot to the other. If he doesn’t make a move soon, I’m afraid I’m going to spontaneously combust.

Guess it’s time I move things along. Slowly, I flick my tongue out and roll it over my lips. His eyes darken as his pupils dilate. Bingo! With quick steps, he’s in front of me, his movement a blur of pure male stamina. I suck in a sharp breath when he reaches out and strokes my cheek.

His tender movement catches me off guard. This isn’t what we’re about. No tenderness. No strings. This gesture is full of emotion and I turn my head away. No point in hoping for the pointless.

“You’re going to have a nice shiner tomorrow,” he says as he gently brushes his thumb under my tender eye. Until that moment, I’d forgotten all about it wrapped up in the sexual energy he sparks in me.

My head whips around to look in the mirror and sure enough, the beginning of a black eye is evident. Now that the fight is over the pain’s starting to set in. I wince, and it makes it hurt even more.

“Shit, I’m going to have to ice it when I get home. I thought Regina was just busting my tits,” I mutter. It ached before but now it really hurts.

I lean over the sink to get a closer look and Thomas follows crowding me in from behind.

His erection rubs over my ass and my momentary forgetfulness vanishes. Thomas’ strong hands grasp my hips and pull me against him. In the mirror, our eyes lock and I can feel the temperature in the room increase. Okay, so maybe it’s my temperature and not the room. Either way, I can feel the swollen lump hiding behind the rough denim of his jeans rubbing against me.

Despite the heat in the room, he makes me shiver again.

“Does your eye hurt,” he asks a devilish smile lighting his face. With a maddeningly slow movement, he rotates his hips against me, pulling a low whimper from my throat. I groan, tighten my grip on the sink, and rock back against him.

“Yes.” My voice’s breathless and his smile goes a notch higher.

“Do you want me to make it better?” he growls as he leans slightly over my back. His hot breath fans out against my neck. My knees go wobbly and I grip the sink so tight, my knuckles begin to ache. I nod my head still locked on his beautiful face in the mirror.

“Tell me. Tell me you want me to make you forget,” he orders grinding harder into me.

“Yes, make me forget. Please.”

Before the words are completely out of my mouth, I hear the hiss of his zipper and the rustle of fabric. Thomas’ pants slide to his ankles and my panties are roughly jerked to the side. Maybe next time I’ll forgo the panties altogether, at this point I don’t have too many left in my wardrobe that he hasn’t stretched out already.

I’m wet and ready for him as he enters and he knows it. I convulse around him trying to get used the invasion, but he gives me no chance because he gives me a dashing wink and begins to piston deep inside me. I hold onto the sink tighter needing it for support as he repeatedly slams into me. My breaths are coming out in short bursts and my hips pinch against the counter on each thrust.

“Hold on, don’t let go,” he growls as he wraps my ponytail around his hand forcing my neck to arch and pulls back just hard enough to make me whimper.

Once again, our eyes are locked as our bodies slap together with the intensity of our need. I push back as he thrusts, never wanting him to stop. Being stretched around him feels like heaven and I greedily pound back.

As our passion climbs, our urgency increases. He roughly jerks my head back, and our mouths clash together with the passion between us. Sucking his bottom lip into my mouth I bite his lip, and he groans as we continue to collide with each other. The sound of skin slapping against skin echo through the room, somehow sounding louder than the pulsing music just down the hall.

Without letting go of my hair his other hand reaches between my legs and strokes me with one finger. He moves in and out of me rapidly as his fingers make small circles. I start to shake.

“Oh, shit,” I gasp. My head wants to sag forward, but he gives it a tug.

“Look at me,” he demands.

With every ounce of energy, I can muster, I lift my glazed eyes to his. Our eyes lock in the mirror. I see the intense desire in his eyes, and he must have seen the same look in my eyes because Thomas takes this as encouragement and slams into me using more speed. I bite my lip and his eyes narrow the faster he pumps. His fingers pinch the sensitive nub between my legs and I’m sent careening over the edge. A scream travels up my throat, but Thomas is there to catch it. Kissing me deeply, his tongue thrusts into my mouth as I moan uncontrollably into him.

Thomas wrenches his lips from mine and pulls my head around his teeth scraping over my neck. He pulls out but doesn’t move his hand. My knees go weak as he relentlessly strokes me pushing his fingers inside of me not letting my orgasm subside. Trying to keep from alerting the entire bar that I am coming all over the place, I bite down on my lip and arch my back. Tremble after tremble slams over me, stealing my breath.

“You’re so sexy.”

As if I don’t weigh a thing Thomas picks me up and sits me on the sink.

“What are you doing?”

He covers my mouth with his and my body heats up all over again. No one has ever been able to turn me on the way he does. Sometimes it’s just something he says. Other times it’s his mouth on me. It’s intoxicating and crazy how he makes me feel.

As our lips battle each other I know for certain I’m ruined when it comes to men. Nobody will ever add up the undeniable chemistry between us. Thomas’ knees hit the floor and his tongue traces the outside of my thighs. His hands spread my legs apart as his tongue hits the sweet spot. Is he seriously going down on me after I just came? The second his tongue rolls over me, my head falls back and settles on the mirror while my hands burrow into his soft brown hair.

He teases me letting his tongue swipe over my hardened nub before retreating and then doing it again. I’m excited by the fact someone could come in any minute with the busted lock.

I pull his hair trying to get him to stay where I want him, but he resists.

“You taste so damn good.” His breath brushes over my wetness and I grip his hair even tighter.

He continues to torture me letting his tongue circle and tease me but not putting enough pressure to get the job done. A very unladylike plea falls from my lips. My thighs are quivering and I’m so close.

“Please,” I beg hoarse with need.

My plea breaks him. His lips close over me, and he sucks my Rosabud inside his mouth lashing his tongue over it. His strong fingers thrust into me and move in the same rhythm as his tongue.

He pulls his lips away suddenly and I cry out in frustration.

“Tease,” I say breathlessly.

He brings his mouth back and sucks hard. I’m thrown into a violent orgasm and I bite my lip to keep from screaming. My hands fist in his hair and my legs clasp around his head to keep him there as I grind into his face with no shame. I’ve never really been a shy lover anyway. Shoving his face where I need it is the norm with us.

When my legs let go Thomas climbs up from the floor. He has a smug look on his face. His lips land on mine and taste myself all over him. Sweet musk makes me drunk and I thread my fingers through his hair in lazy strokes.

“My turn,” Thomas says and my mouth waters just thinking of giving him pleasure.

As I start to move off the sink to do just that the bathroom door starts to open and Thomas’ hand slams against it.

“Hey,” someone screams.

“This bathroom is out of order,” he tells whoever is on the other side of the door.

They grumble, and we listen as they walk off.

My body sags against the sink trying to get my breathing under control. The thrill of almost getting caught and coming down off two colossal orgasms has me panting like I ran a marathon.

“You know that if that was one of the bartenders they are going to get the bouncer, right?”

“Why would they do that?”

“It’s the employee bathroom, no patrons should be in here,” I say laughing at the confused look on his face.

“Ok, let’s go, but we’ll continue this soon.” He says pulling up his pants. I watch him adjust himself and know he’s still hard for me. That makes me feel sexy and powerful.

“I’ll go out first,” I say, “and then you.”

He kisses me with a promise of continuing it later in the way he holds me and I go out the door in a lust induced daze adjusting my skirt.