Page 121 of Pretty Obsessed

"I know. I'm aching, River."

"What has you so needy?" I demanded, positively elated by it.

"You."

"Specifics?" I asked roughly, grinding our hard-ons together, a filthy dry screw tucked away in an art museum. This was what fantasies were made of.

"Nothing, and everything." He put his hands on either side of my neck. "I want to be lost in this moment with you. Just us. Nothing else exists."

I walked him back because if I didn't move, I would have come in my pants. "We need to find someplace more private or I'm going to lose it."

"We need to find someplace or I'm going to climb you like a tree." He bit my lower lip, eliciting a groan from my throat. "Shhh!"

"Stop doing that and I might be able to be quieter."

He shook his head again, eyes filled with mischief. "I can't, so you're going to have to find a place and soon."

I slammed him into the nearest wall, bucking my hips into his, returning all of his torturous grinds. "You're trying to kill me."

"Hardly." He grabbed my face and looked into my eyes as he shoved his thigh between my knees and rocked.

Between the look in his eyes and the stimulation, my entire body shuddered with pleasure. I had to focus to gasp out words. "Come on."

Dragging him again, urgency in every step, we came upon a bathroom. I shoved open the door, releasing him to check the stalls. "Empty. Thank the heavens."

"There's no lock." Emory stood by the door, hair tussled, cheeks flushed, eyes dilated with arousal and hard on big enough to scare anyone who came upon us.

"I can fix that." I stalked towards him.

"How?" he asked voice low.

"I'm going to take you against it." I detoured on my way to him, grabbing a condom from the dispenser on the wall. Tearing it open with my teeth, I had my cock in hand and it halfway rolled down by the time I got to him.

"No," his voice came in a real pout.

"Turn around," I demanded.

"No." He stuck his chin out.

"You don't want me inside you?" I asked, stroking over myself, letting him watch.

"Not with that," he said outrage dripping from his words.

"Turn around and beg me, and I might change my mind."

His brows pulled and he looked like he might fight me or stomp his foot. Discontent stiff in his shoulders, but he turned pressing his hands to the wall. "I don't want anything between us."

Roughly I shoved his pants down exposing his cheeks to me. I slid my cock between them, lips finding his ear. "Why not?" I purred enjoying every second of the attitude. I hadn't planned on using the condom the whole time. Merely using it for the lube, but I loved the turn of events. I craved to hear how badly he wanted me raw.

"Because…"

"Because why?" I pressed into his hole, pushing just my tip in and out of his tightness.

"Because…" He twisted looking over his shoulder. "It's different when it's bare."

"Tell me how, dearest." I pressed my face into his temple, a gasp accompanying each of my words.

"I can't explain it. Not only does it feel better, but we are way more connected. I feel it all." He arched into me, grabbing my thigh and the back of my neck, body wanton and asking for more.

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