Maxwell
If I thought that was all it would take for me to get over my infatuation with Nicole, I was dead wrong. It had been some damn good sex, mind blowing even, but it didn’t sate my lust for her in the least. She seemed giddy afterwards, floating on a post coital high that made her almost drunk and loopy.
I was glad I’d picked up breakfast before, because there was no way I wanted to leave her now.
We ate the muffins and drank the coffee I’d brought in earlier, mostly silent. I couldn’t bring myself to talk and disturb the incredible mood, but for Nicole, I thought she just couldn’t make her mind focus enough to form a coherent conversation.
It made me wonder if she’d ever had sex that good before.
When we were finished, we were really supposed to shower and get dressed, but we never even made it to the shower part. I had her pressed against the wall, my dick sliding into her before she could even catch her breath. She was ragged with desire, despite coming, and her hands gripped my hair like she never wanted to let go.
I knew this wouldn’t last nearly as long as it had earlier, but that was okay. I just wanted to be buried deep inside of her all over again.
I quickly decided I liked taking her against the wall, her pussy clamping down on me, and made a mental list of all the other ways I was going to take her. Bent over a table sounded good. In the shower. Sitting on my lap. And a million other ways. Anything she would let me try, anything she wanted to try, I was game for.
I felt myself quickly coming to orgasm, the pleasure building to the breaking point until I thought I was going to lose my damn mind. I made sure she enjoyed it, too, and when I came there was a moment where I thought I wouldn’t be able to do anything else for a long, long time.
I would have given anything to curl up with her in bed then and take a nap, but it wasn’t meant to be. I heard the motorcycles outside first and checked the window. Sure enough I spotted Martin and several other Lions. They were headed right for our door and there was no question in my mind as to what they wanted.
Motioning for Nicole to grab her bag and dress quickly, I yanked on my own pants. When we were decent enough to run, I dragged her to the bathroom and locked the door.
“Maxwell?” She looked scared. The flush from our earlier lovemaking was still smattered across her skin, but it was fading quickly thanks to the sudden danger we were in.
“We’ll be okay. Let’s go.”
I laced my fingers together to use as a foothold. She slid her foot into it and I boosted her up to the small bathroom window. She forced it open. Pushing her up, she shimmied through it. When I heard her land softly on the other side, I threw out her backpack and the small pack I’d grabbed, too. Then I followed out, nearly getting stuck thanks to my wide shoulders.
From the other room, I heard the door burst open. Someone said, “Shit!”
Then there was jiggling at the bathroom door. I managed to get myself out just in time. Grabbing Nicole’s hand and our bags, we raced across the parking lot to the door. I heard screaming behind us and then the loud bang of a gun. We ducked; Nicole screamed. We slammed against the car, ducking behind it on the driver’s side. I made her get in the back, sliding down between the seats, as I got behind the wheel.
Tires squealed as I drove off, more shots ringing out behind us.