Page 8 of Hot Mess
Jessie’s finger hooks my belt loop and pulls me against her. “Me either.”
Our lips meet, and it’s like two combustible elements collide. The fiery attraction that’s been burning under the surface between us all night explodes, and we can’t keep our hands off the other. We are both nearly lost in the moment until the sounds of voices approaching interrupt us.
“Did you see this one?” Someone asks.
I grab Jessie’s hand and walk her in the opposite direction of the voices, leading her away from the soon-to-be prying eyes. There's a utility closet ahead, and I pull us both inside. Leaning down, I grip the back of her thighs, lifting her up and sitting her on the ledge against the wall. She spreads her legs, allowing me to move closer.
“You still okay with this?” I ask, leaning close and kissing the spot just below her ear.
A soft moan escapes her lips as I press my hips against her and rock back and forth.
“Depends,” she finally says.
I pull back to look her in the eyes. “On what?”
“If you were lying or not.”
JESSIE
Dylan wasn’t lying. I already knew this, but it was still fun messing with him a little bit. His eyes crinkle in amusement when he realizes that I’m not going to stop what’s about to happen between us, even if we are in a utility closet. The fact that we could be caught at any moment makes it even hotter.
“What’s the verdict?” he asks, grabbing my ass and pulling me against his hard cock.
A pleasurable heat stirs between my thighs as the fantasy I imagined about Dylan earlier isn't too far off from this moment.
“I might need to give a more thorough examination before I can make a judgment."
Dylan smiles, and I can feel him grow harder in my hand when I unbuckle his jeans and slip my hand beneath the fabric to grip him. The cocky grin on his face slips as pleasure from my grip takes over. I run my hand up and down this thick length, wishing we had more time to explore one another fully. But that will have to be later. Right now, I'm so wet, needing to feel him fuck me hard, just like I imagined.
“I want to feel you inside me,” I say.
He reaches for the straps on my romper, ready to peel me out of my clothing, but I've got a little surprise for him.
"Here," I say, pulling my hand from his jeans. I reach between my legs and pop the snaps that make this romper into shorts. Technically it's there to make it easier to go to the bathroom, but right now, I could kiss the designer for making them easier to have sex in a utility closet with a gorgeous stranger.
"Greatest invention ever," Dylan says as he reaches beneath the fabric and slips off my panties.
I don’t miss the way he puts them in his pocket.
"I'm going to need those back," I chuckle as I yank on his belt buckle and pull him back against me.
His lips brush against mine. "They are my prize for you doubting me."
“Perv,” I tease.
“You love it.”
I’d be lying if I said I didn’t. Everything about this night with Dylan has been amazing. There’s no way I could have ever imagined that my day could turn around as it has, but as soon as we met, the anxiety of getting fired and the airline losing my luggage didn't seem so soul-crushing. He fills me with a sense of happiness I haven't felt in a long time. I love the way we can challenge each other and laugh together at the same time.
I pull out Dylan’s cock and guide it to my slick entrance. He pushes in slowly, allowing my body to adjust to his size.
“You’re so tight,” he hisses between gritted teeth.
The pleasure begins to build with each inch he pushes inside me. I grab onto the metal shelf next to us, knocking some of the cleaning supplies to the floor. The noise from the bottles hitting the tile is so loud we’re both sure that someone had to have heard us.
We freeze and listen for the people we fled from early. Their voices carry, but it’s clear that they’re still far enough away not to have noticed.
Dylan fills me, and I love the feeling of connection between us. His arms wrap around me as his hips begin to pump against me, slow at first but increasing in speed with each thrust. I anchor myself against him, needing to feel his strength envelope me.
