Page 94 of Some Things Never Change

Andy let out a laugh as I raised an angry brow at him. “Disappointed, aren’t you?” His fingers danced up my hips as he pulled me closer to him, almost hip to hip and touching his sex. “So needy and spoiled. Sorry, Tink, but you’ll have to wait.”

He gently tapped my nose as he pulled me back into the bathroom. He eagerly stripped me down and I went with him into the shower. After taking my time soaping my man down, I was taking the game by the helm with his aroused shaft in my hands. Andy’s hand came up to grip my hair as I continued each purposeful pump with the streaming water and his pre-cum.

“You’re cheating,” he said, with a cracked voice.

“But I’m just helping you out. Aren’t I?” I asked as I got onto my knees, right in front of where I would take him if we weren’t playing our stupid game.

I pretended to be coy as I batted my eyes up at him. I purposely breathed hotly on his sensitive tip. His breath immediately hitched as the muscles on the expanse of his washboard abs contracted. I gave him another hard pump and earned a loud, shameless groan from his parted lips.

One of his hands immediately came down to grip my chin as he forced me to look at him. Andy was wearing an irritated look with a ticked muscle along his jaw. He looked down at me with an intense gaze. With the shower streaming down over him, he had never looked so irresistible naked.

“Wear something easy to take off tomorrow and meet me in the ninth-floor VIP bathroom at noon sharp. If you’re a minute late, you’re not going to get what you’ve been asking for from me. Instead, you’ll be doing the begging.”

His voice was dangerously low, husky, and ready to give us the experience the two of us have been fantasizing about this whole time. My mouth watered with excitement.

“Will do, pretty boy.”

I arrived in the ninth-floor VIP bathroom ten minutes before noon the next day. Andy had left me hanging the day before while we were in the shower. Apparently, I was too distracting for him, so he asked me to leave before I could finish him off.

As expected, it was a clean and grand bathroom with beautiful marble sink counters and my heart drummed in excitement. I texted him and he immediately responded.

Me: Already here

Andy: Coming asap

It wasn’t long before he arrived with three taps on the heavy bathroom door. It disappointed me that his cheeks weren’t red from the thought of bending me over the sink counter and doing whatever he wanted to me.

Andy let out a soft chuckle as he dropped his lunch bag at his feet. He quickly turned to deadbolt the door. “You look vexed.”

“Because you’re not blushing.”

He let out a laugh as he looked at me with hazy eyes as he reached out to cup my face. He thumbed the pink lipstick I wore on my lips, smearing it all over, and then leaned in close to me.

“You don’t have a single clue of what you’ve been doing to me.” His breath on my lips was uneven.

I slowly blinked, letting his words settle in my blood. “Are you begging me, Andy Hughes?”

Wordlessly, he knelt on his knees with his hands on my hips. He buried his face into my stomach, exhaling a long hot puff of breath onto my navel.

“I’m begging you, Julie Lo.” He looked up at me with those dazzling, now intense eyes. My hand reached out to comb through his hair as he let out a mewl. I could feel his breaths become shaky again. “Let me be yours.”

I leaned back slightly and quickly kissed him, feeling triumphant. “Looks like I won.”

Andy stood back up and pressed my body into his. I let out a soft groan at the feel of his arousal. He smiled as he pulled me into a kiss. He wasted no time in unzipping the simple black dress I had on and pulled it off. Now I was in nothing but a matching lacy black bra and panties set and black pumps.

“Fuck,” he muttered under his breath with a thick swallow.

One thing I loved about being intimate with Andy was the show he put on whenever he undressed. He acted as if he didn’t love giving me what I wanted. He was deliberately slow today, knowing fully well that he was now in the palm of my hand.

As I watched him pull his tie off and undo the buttons of his shirt one by one, I took my seat on the marble counter with my legs wide open. I let out a small whimper as I played with myself for his own enjoyment. It was only fair, right?

His eyes were on me the whole time as he stripped down to his erection. He pumped his length slowly as he watched me touch myself. All the while wearing a smug smirk on his lips.

“Do you have a kink for public bathroom sex?” asked Andy. He took quick, long strides toward me with a condom in hand.

I laughed as his tongue lewdly wet his lips. “I don’t have a kink for bathroom sex. I just want you to fuck me in the bathroom.”

“Oh? Is that so?”

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