“No really, keep going. This is totally turning me on,” I tell him in a monotone voice.

Carter pulls my face back toward him and our lips crash together. His tongue skates over my bottom lip before plunging back into my mouth. The pain of the week-long exiles while we work opposite shifts have become glaringly obvious as we deepened the kiss, and I practically crawl onto his lap.

Carter’s hand slides down the side of my body, brushing over one breast and curving over my hip to clutch my ass and pull me closer to him. He moves his mouth away from my lips and starts planting warm, wet, open-mouthed kisses along my neck and collarbone until I feel like I'll melt into a puddle of goo on the floor of the bus. He gently grazes the side of my neck with his teeth and slides his tongue over the spot. I'm panting like a dog at this point and know I won’t make it much longer. If he keeps this up, I'm going to throw him down on the seat and bang him in front of everyone.

“Okay, fine. You win. Bathroom. Now,” I mumble through my drunken, lust-induced haze.

We stand up quickly and stumble our way to the tiny bathroom directly across from us. I vaguely hear one of the girls shout, “NO, no, no! I have to pee!” before we slam the door closed and fumble with the sliding lock. The bathroom is about the size of an airplane bathroom so maneuverability is nil. Carter’s body is pressed up against my back and he begins kissing and sucking on the back of my neck as I try in vain to get the stupid lock to slide closed.

“I can’t get the f**king door to lock!” I complain through moans of pleasure as he brings his hands around my waist and slides them up my body until they cup both of my br**sts.

“Fuck it. I think it locks automatically anyway. That slide thing is just for the little sign on the outside that switches to 'occupied' or some shit. Everyone already knows we’re in here,” Carter says as he starts massaging my br**sts.

We turn as one so I can rest my hands on the edge of the sink and Carter can lift my skirt. A quick breaking of the bus makes me jerk forward and slam my shoulder into the wall above the sink.

“Son of a bitch!” I yell. “This is going to be dangerous.”

I giggle as Carter slides his hands back down my sides and grazes over a particularly ticklish spot.

“You’re not supposed to be laughing. This is supposed to be awesome and hot,” he states as his hands slide down my thighs and then immediately back up, pushing my skirt up to my hips as he went.

“Oh believe me, it’s totally hot,” I say with another giggle as the bus takes off and we fall backwards. Carter falls on top of the toilet, and I landed on his lap with an “oooomph”.

“Okay, this might not have been one of our best ideas,” I say with a laugh as I try to get up but the bus takes a curve and we both crash our shoulders into the wall on the left right beneath the little bathroom window.

“Dammit! We WILL have sex in this thing if it kills us,” Carter states as he pushes me off of his lap and stands back up behind me.

“Carter, I think this IS going to kill us. My dad is going to have to tell his friends that his daughter died in a limo bus bathroom with her skirt up around her hips. That is not okay!”

The bus straightens and maintains a steady, non-deadly speed and a quick glance out of the window shows us that we were on a long stretch of highway.

“Are you sure no one can see us in here?” I ask in a panic as I feel Carter’s hands slide up the back of my thighs and then pull my underwear down a few inches.

I hear his zipper open and fabric rustling and before I can think of any other reasons why this isn’t such a great idea, one of his hands slide around to the front, between my legs, and his fingers slide through my wetness. I had been aching with need for him since he first put his hand on my bare thigh in the car earlier. Having him touch me like this, for the first time in a week, makes me throw all rationale out the window - where I am pretty certain no one could see us.

“No one can see us,” he whispers against my neck, practically reading my mind as two of his fingers plunge inside of me, and he slides his smooth, hardness between the cheeks of my ass. “The window in here is made of special glass. When you shut the door, it hits a trigger so we can see out, but no one can see in. Jim told me about it earlier.”

He continues to slide his fingers in and out of me in a slow, tortuous fashion and like he wasn’t just talking about the sexual safety features on the bus.

“Holy hell,” I moan as he pulls his two fingers up to circle my clit.

I think I hear horns honking and shouts coming from outside but at that point I don’t really care if we are stopped in a rest area and people are eating popcorn while staring in the window.

“Fuck, I need you,” I tell him as I let go of the sink with one hand and reach back to grab onto his hip and pull him harder against me. “You should TOTALLY give me ‘nother baby,” I murmur drunkenly.

Carter laughs as he pulls a condom out of the back pocket of his jeans and rips open the foil with his teeth.

“I’m pretty sure you don’t really mean that,” he says as I feel his hands graze my ass while he sheathes himself.

“Who cares if I mean it? The wine and vodka mean it. And they are ALWAYS serious. Give me your seeeeeeed.”

I snort and blink my eyes a few times to get the room to stop spinning.

Carter places both of his hands on my hips and I feel the tip of his penis at my opening. I let out a loud moan and Carter quickly reaches up and puts his hand over my mouth with a laugh.

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