“You’re insane!” I laugh as he closes the door to the bathroom, locking it.

“You make me that way,” he mumbles and he takes my mouth hard. There’s nothing gentle in it. He eats at my mouth, hungrily and I love it. His hands come down to my ass, I moan as I feel his fingers bite into it. “God, I love the way you kiss, Beauty,” he moans as our lips break apart and I force oxygen into my lungs.

“I love you,” I respond, feeling those words all the way to the soles of my feet.

“I really want to fuck you,” he groans and my pussy literally trembles at the thought.

“We can’t. D.D.’s little girl is sick,” I remind him—trying my best to remain sensible.

“Jesus. I deserve a fucking medal. Turn around,” he orders. I quickly do as he tells me, wondering how I’m still standing—my legs are so shaky. “Brace yourself on the sink,” he whispers, lifting my hair out of the way and kissing the back of my neck. I do as he instructs, flexing my fingers against the cold marble of the sink.

A moment later, I feel his hand slide against the inside of my thigh. I nearly jump out of my skin—not from fear, but anticipation. He brings his hand up slowly, letting his fingers glide gently, teasing me. I bite my bottom lip, rolling it inward just to keep from crying out and demanding more. He gathers my dress in his free hand easily and I’m starting to understand why he asked me to wear a dress this morning. His hand moves against my panties to cup me there. He doesn’t move. He doesn’t say anything for a minute. He has to feel how wet I am. My juices are coating the inside of my thighs and I know my panties are wet.

“Michael?” I ask, when I can’t fight down my curiosity any further. His name ends with a gasp as his fingers press into the fabric and rub against my clit. “Oh fuck,” I hiss, because somehow even through my panties he manages to hit the exact spot I need.

“Who does this pussy belong to, Hayden?” he asks. I can’t answer him at first. He’s moving his fingers around in small circles against my clit making me want more. I need so much more.

“You. You know that, Michael,” I answer. He yanks the lacy material of my panties, down. I step out of them, barely able to think as the cool air hits my wet pussy.

“That’s better,” Michael groans. I lift my face to look into the mirror, at the exact time he brings my panties up to his face, inhaling them. Our eyes hold each other’s and he slowly lowers them, letting them fall to the floor. “If we had more time I’d fuck this pussy while you had that plug in your ass. You’d let me, wouldn’t you, Hayden?”

Forget just my pussy, with those words my whole body quakes.

“Yes. I’d give you anything you want,” I promise him, because I would.

“Tonight, Beauty,” he promises. I can’t help but wish he could now. I’m about to beg him too—to hell with everything else. Then his hand moves to my now bare pussy and he pushes his fingers through my juices. He slides them back and forth, and the sounds fills the small room. I can’t find it in me to be ashamed. Michael is the reason I’m so wet and he’s definitely the reason I’m trying to ride his hand and pull his fingers inside of me.

He moves to my side and then adjusts my body so my legs are farther out and I’m forced to bend deeper into the sink. He uses his foot to push my legs even further apart and I’m here at his mercy, displayed for his pleasure. Then, and only then, he thrust two fingers deep inside of me. I cry out, before I can stop myself.

“Michael!”

“Shh…you have to be quiet, Beauty, they’re just outside and if you aren’t careful they’ll know I’m in here fucking you with my fingers,” he says and he pushes my dress over my back so I’m completely exposed. “You have to be quiet,” he reminds me, but he’s grinning—almost as if he wants to see if he can make me be louder. I know he’s right, I don’t want them to hear me, so I bite down hard to keep from crying out even louder when his other hand twists the plug inside of me.

“Oh fuck,” I groan, losing the battle.

“I love it when I can make you say that word, Beauty,” he confesses. He withdraws the plug a little and I start to think it’s over—right before he rams it back in. The whole time he’s doing that, his fingers have left the inside of my pussy and are torturing my swollen clit. Over and over, he’s moving against it, getting faster and faster.

“Michael I’m going to come,” I warn him, feeling my orgasm starting.

“Hmmm….” He hums, giving no real answer.

I thought that would make him stop I really did. I thought he would just remove the plug. He can’t want me to come in here with his friend just outside. To prove me wrong, he somehow picks up speed, moving those magical fingers faster and faster over my clit. At the same time, he’s pushing the plug in and out in short but intense thrusts and pulls. They leave me feeling like I’m being fucked hard. When his hands move off of my pussy, I lose it.

“No! Please Michael! Put them back! I want to come!” I scream, and there’s no way anyone in the entire store won’t be able to hear me, but I don’t care. Michael surprises me by dropping to his knees. He pulls me on his face, his beard tickling me, but feeling fucking amazing at the same time. He twists the plug at the same moment his tongue slides against my clit. I try to hold on I really do, but as he continues eating me out while fucking my ass there’s nothing I can do but give in to all of the sensations assaulting me.

“I’m coming. Fuck, Michael…. Oh fuck I’m going to come…” I scream again and he keeps the plug in me, but stops moving it. Instead he all but lifts me further on his face.

“Ride my face, Beauty. Fucking come all over it,” he growls and I grab his hair, holding his mouth to me and I ride him until I climax so intensely my body trembles for several, long minutes—even after I’ve finished.

My heart is thundering in my ears as I come down. Slowly I realize I’m still on his face and he’s licking my pussy slowly, almost trying to calm me down. Carefully I pull away, my legs weak. My dress falls back down. I look down to see Michael grinning up at me. He holds out my panties he picked off the floor. I grab them, immediately putting them back on, as embarrassment floods my face.

“Oh god,” I whisper, realizing just how much D.D. and Devil probably heard.

“Don’t, Beauty,” he grumbles, but he has a smile. He reaches under me, pulls my panties to the side, and then carefully removes the plug.

“Oh fuck,” I hiss as he takes it away. My body feels strangely empty, because I had gotten used to having the plug inside of me. “Don’t what?” I ask, trying to concentrate on anything but how empty I feel—or how much I want him to make love to me again.

“Don’t feel bad for losing control. I like it. I want more of it.” I can’t really argue with him, so I say nothing. We spend the next few minutes washing up and securing the plug in the small black bag and hiding it under the sink. When he turns around his face is relaxed and his dark eyes are shining. He’s happy. Something about that makes me feel like I won the lottery. “Kiss your man,” he orders. I lean up on my tiptoes to give him my mouth and he gives me a quick, but intense kiss.

“Thank you, Michael,” I whisper and he grunts in answer, which makes me smile. He opens the door with a sigh.

“You owe me tonight,” he mumbles and I giggle. When we get outside, Devil and D.D. are there and they aren’t even trying to act like they weren’t listening in. Assholes. “Let’s go,” he yells at D.D. He gives me one last look over my shoulder and shoots Devil a warning look.

“I’ll pay you back tonight,” I assure him with a giggle. Michael grunts and then walks out with D.D. to his truck.

God I love him.