Page 28 of Hot As Ice

“I wasn’t flirt—” She breaks off on a moan.

“Yes, you were. Don’t piss me off any more than I already am.”

“How am I pissing you off? I didn’t even do⁠—”

I sink a second finger into her tight cunt to shut her up. “You’re so fucking tight, princess. I’m gonna love stretching you out.”

I steadily pump my fingers in and out of her as she whimpers and moans in my arms. Her eyes are shut, head thrown back, mouth hanging open, cheeks flushed. She looks so beautiful I want to die. I can’t wait till she’s in my bed and I’m thrusting my cock inside her, stretching her and taking her innocence, marking her as mine forever.

I don’t know what the fuck has come over me. I’ve never been this obsessed with a woman before. I liked my high school girlfriend, and I’ve liked some of the other women I’ve dated, but none of them lit my whole fucking body on fire like this. None of them have made me lose control like this, where I’ve decided to strip them half naked and finger fuck them in a public place. The men’s restroom, for fuck’s sake.

Stevie writhes in my arms, eyes still shut, completely lost in the moment. Even though I’m hard as fuck, I know I have to stop soon. The door to the restroom opens and shuts. Someone walks into a stall. I kiss Stevie to swallow her moans. Nobody can hear the noises she’s making but me.

She kisses me back hungrily, thrusting her tits into my chest. I want to feel her skin to skin. I want to be completely naked with her. I gently rub my thumb against her clit, and she bucks. I deepen our kiss, sinking my tongue down her throat. Her moans and whimpers are driving me insane.

“Hunter,” she moans against my lips.

“Yes, princess.”

“Hunter,” she says again, opening her eyes halfway, looking so sex dazed, it takes everything in me to keep my cock in my pants.

“Tell me what you want, princess.”

“I want you,” she moans. “Right now. Please. Please, Hunter. I need you.”

Jesus Christ. “Not here, baby.”

“Why not?” she pleads, so fucking needy and desperate for me.

“You want me to fuck you for the first time in a bathroom stall?”

She nods. “I don’t care where it is.”

I laugh. “You’re not in your right mind.” I press my thumb harder against her clit and she gasps. I rub circles around the hard bud until she’s closed her eyes again. She rises quickly, chest heaving and thighs trembling as I rub her clit faster and faster, my other two fingers still pumping inside her pussy.

I kiss her as she comes, taking her moans into my mouth, her body bucking and her cunt convulsing around my fingers. I keep rubbing, drawing out her orgasm as her wetness splashes against my palm. Her body sags against mine, head coming to rest on my shoulder. I press my face into her hair and inhale, the scent of vanilla and coconut making me feel like I’m high.

I hold her for a long time, my hand still cupping her pussy, my fingers still inside her. Her breathing has finally slowed down and her arms have come around me. The feeling of being held by her is something else.

The bathroom door slams hard against the wall, and we both jump and separate. My head clears. I remove my hand from her and pull her top back up. Stevie looks beautifully rumpled, her blonde hair a mess, lipstick completely smeared.

I bring my fingers to my nose and inhale deeply, filling my lungs with her scent. She looks so shocked, a laugh bursts out of me. “Let’s get you home, princess.”

She lifts her chin mulishly. “I want to dance.”

“Nope. You’re going home.”

“Don’t tell me what to do.”

I laugh. “You say that like it’s gonna have any effect on me.” I smooth her hair back, and, ripping off some toilet paper, clean the smeared lipstick off her face. She pouts, and I kiss her sweet mouth. I wait for whoever’s in the bathroom to leave and open the stall door. My hand is at the small of her back as I push her out. This time, she doesn’t protest.

We get back to the dance floor. I spot Jamie dancing with Stevie’s friend. He has his arms around her waist, staring at her as she looks up at him, her arms around his neck. Interesting.

I steer Stevie toward the exit.

“Wait,” she says, trying to evade my grip. “I need to say bye to Becca.”

“She’s busy.”