Page 55 of I Want to Know What Love Is

“What the fuck exactly does that mean?”

“I knew he had something planned, but not this. I’m sorry. I swear to god I had no idea he would lock us in a room together—”

“A dressing room.” She looks me up and down with those sensational eyes of hers, hot and greedy and waves her hand. “With you half dressed.” She folds her arms across her chest, looking flushed and flustered. “Is there even a real commercial? Or was—"

“Yes there’s a commercial. Fuck.” I swipe my hand down my face. “I’ll call Dooley and tell him to unlock the door.” I get my phone out of the stall and tap in his contact. It goes directly to voicemail. “Fuck.”

“What?” she asks.

“No answer. I’m texting him to let us out immediately.”

“So we’re stuck here?” Her voice is tense and she’s trying hard not to be flustered. It doesn’t help that I’m standing here in my boxers, tented by my obviously stiff dick.

“I’ll put my clothes on.” I don’t move. We’re staring at each other. She shakes her head.

“What’s this all about, Dylan? You want a quick—”

“No. It’s… complicated. I have feelings for you. And I want you.” She nods.

“You’re crazy—what’s the word? Couyon. If you think you can have me—”

“No, I don’t. You’ve made that clear. It’s just Dooley thinks he’s doing me a favor. He thinks I can get you out of my system—”

“Oh, I get it. A quick one and you’ll be over it. Your blue balls problem solved. That simple?” I shake my head.

“Nothing quick or simple about you.” I lick my lips. “And you know it.” She drops her arms and then she takes a step toward me.

“I do know it. I…” Whatever she was going to say gets lost in the storm I can see in her eyes. I take a step closer to her, but I leave my hands by my sides.

“I’m not going to touch you unless—”

“That would be a shame,” she says. Then she reaches out her hand to touch the bare skin of my chest and presses her palm against my heart and I go dizzy with desire because her hand shakes, scorching my skin, making my heart thunder furiously in an attempt to reach out and meet her hand.

Her invitation couldn’t be more blatant, or more shocking and I almost don’t believe it, need to be sure.

“What are you saying?” I move in, backing her against the locked door and rest my arms on the sides of her head, staring at those glorious golden eyes, tempting me, pulling me in.

“I…” She clear her throat. “You know what I’m saying. We have a moment. Just this once, to have what we need.” I know what she’s saying even if she refuses to just say it.

“You want me to—”

“Make my pussy weep,” she breathes into my mouth. “Give me an orgasm I’ll never forget.” My dick jumps violently and I grit my teeth against the driving rush that comes close to the edge, close to spilling over. My breathing is deep and hard and my answer is to wrap my arms around her and lift her so that her pussy rests against my hard cock and her legs wind around me. I whisper in her ear.

“Consider it my mission, sha. I promise you will never forget this and neither will I.” Carrying her a few steps I rest her on the counter in between two sinks and push up her skirt. My hands vibrate as I caress her thighs and move them up to her panty line. When I touch my thumbs to her hot center, the plump wet feel blows up my senses and I stop breathing, closing my eyes as I breathe in her hair and nuzzle her ear. “God you feel so, so ready, baby doll, like every wet dream I ever had come to life.”

“Don’t talk, Dylan, just touch me. I need you to touch and—” She stops talking when I slip my finger under her panties and rip them from her, ripping a moan from her. The look on her face sends a rush through me and I close my eyes, counting and getting control, because I want nothing more than to give her what she’s asked for and I need to last, to not explode in my shorts.

“Hang on, baby.” I lift her thighs and lower my head between her thighs and drag in a breath, letting her scent bathe me until I know I’ll remember it forever. “You’re beautiful. You know that? Glistening and inviting.” I move my mouth close and touch my lips to her swollen folds, tasting her creamy sex and she calls out. I stop and look at her.

“Don’t stop.” Her voice is a desperate hush.

“Don’t make a sound. No calling out or screaming.” She nods in understanding and I return my attention to her pussy, my hands holding her shaky thighs, the blood pounding and rushing in my veins. And I bury my face with my mouth open, tasting all of her and sucking her clit into my mouth. She moans and then bites her lip, stifling the scream and I let her go and I gaze up at her face to see the gorgeous flush.

“Don’t’ stop. Don’t torture me like this.” Her words are rushed and her chest heaving and I smile.

“I want you to remember—” she lifts a hand and presses my head down and I laugh when she swears at me under her breath. “I’ll take care of you sha. I want to.” My voice is muffled and she arches into my mouth. The scent and taste is so heady and I can’t tell her I need to make sure I have control of myself before I can send her over the edge, but I get a grip, adjust my dick in my shorts and I take a deep breath.

Then I plunge my tongue into her folds and run it from the top to the bottom of her pussy and back again. Her hips buck and I hold onto her thighs to keep her still as I find her marble-like clit and circle my tongue. She squirms and moans and I can tell she’s close the way her legs are vibrating with tension and her flesh swells around her round nub.