Chapter 2: In the restroom

Julian stood still at the door, his eyes taking her in with a determined look.

He had just referenced their shared secret from his last line, and now he was making her wait, enjoying her palpable distress and naked vulnerability.

Her hands had relaxed a bit around her breasts, and she could feel the obvious change in his stance on seeing her full and firm boobs without anything in between.

The humid air of the cramped space seemed to vibrate between them.

“Say my name, Sophia. The way you said it just before I opened this door,” Julian repeated himself.

His palms had tightened into a fist like he was restraining himself. Sophia did not want him to. She wanted him all over her, kissing her, nibbling on her skin, touching her, and then fucking her senseless. She needed all of him. And if saying his name was all he required to lose that control, then fuck her, she was going to moan it out aloud.

Looking him dead in the eyes, she bit her lips sensually and called out his name. “Julian.”

He swallowed, and Sophia noticed the undeniable bulge straining his shorts. She swallowed, too, wondering how big and warm his cock would feel in her mouth.

The thought caused her stomach to tighten, and she licked her lips, shifting a bit on the toilet lid. Why was he still standing over there?

“Open those thighs of yours wide, I need to breathe into it”, Julian said.

Sophia obeyed him instantly, the promises of what he could do to her body far greater than her sense of reasoning. Straightening her back and firmly holding her spread thighs, she looked back up at him.

He stalked toward her unhurriedly, like she was his prey, taking his sweet time to scout her out. He seemed to enjoy her body’s reaction to every move, as every step he took only heightened her anticipation.

He stopped before her, and Sophia had to throw her head back to look at his face.

Damn, how tall was he? Six feet? Seven feet?

“You are not a minor, are you?” he asked, his tone suddenly serious.

Sophia knew she was five-three, but did she look that smallish? “No,” she responded.

She had intended the answer to come out with a lot more resolution, but it came out as a mewl instead. “I am twenty-one.”

“Good,” was all he said, confirming the only boundary that mattered. He pulled her to her feet and crashed his lips on hers.

Sophia relaxed as she sighed in pleasure, enjoying the feel of his lips leisurely massaging hers and his tight grip on her waist. Her bones melted. He tasted even better than she had imagined him to. Like whiskey and honey, refreshing yet intoxicating.

One hand found her neck and encircled it, applying just the right amount of pressure while he kissed her slowly, taking his precious time. His tongue ran across her lower lip, seeking entrance. Sophia obliged, shivering when his tongue touched hers.

He sucked on it, crushing her to his body like she was not close enough.

She felt like she could fly. How could Julian make her feel this way?

With a chaste kiss, his mouth trailed down to the base of her neck and nibbled on the spot. Her legs turned to jelly, and she struggled to stand. Thankfully, his strong arms held her up, holding her in place as he continued his assault on her neck.

When she was a hot, quivering mess, he licked up her neck, feather-like, to her ear.

Kissing and biting the lobe, he said, “Your legs can’t hold you up any longer, and I have not even touched you yet.” His hands grabbed her ass, and he slapped one cheek, hard.

Sophia yelped and stifled a moan. His voice and his words. Damn. She stared at him with lust-filled eyes and a dripping cunt.

She was a needy woman and did not fail to show him how much.

Julian smirked, and suddenly, she was in the air. He had lifted her and gently dropped her on the water tank. Then he sat on the toilet lid in between her spread legs.

He sucked down her tummy, his tongue teasing her piercing while his fingers pinched her nipples. Sophia shivered.

“Your body...is gorgeous,” he whispered, the compliment resounding through her. “...and you are so fucking sensitive.”

Sophia nodded, holding tightly onto the tank, maintaining eye contact and breathing heavily as she felt his lips go lower. He took a deep breath when he nested his head between her thighs, blowing hot air on her pussy. And without any more preambles, he licked his tongue up her cunt, causing her to moan loudly.

“Aren’t you such a slut? You are wet and dripping for me,” Julian drawled out, his voice husky and lazy. Lifting her legs over his shoulders, he lapped her clit slightly and then went on to knead her boobs while stroking her aroused nipples at the same time.

Sophia jumped when his tongue soon found her hole, plunging into it and fucking her with short jabs, his assault on her breast not relenting for one minute. She grabbed his thick curls for dear life and rode his tongue ferociously, her screams resonating in the stall.

“Yes, yes. Just like that, Julian. Do not stop, please,” she cried, her eyes shut tight as she reeled in the pleasure.

“You like that? You want more?” He replaced his tongue with three fingers, pumping into her pussy hard and fast.

“Yeah, baby. Ride those fingers like you own them. Fuck. You are so beautiful.”

His lips enclosed her pink bud, sucking hard on it while she pulled on his hair, his fingers in her going at lightning speed.

Fuck. Sophia felt her eyes roll behind her head as she experienced orgasm after orgasm.

She screamed as she felt another climax coming. “Oh my God, Julian.” She held onto him, her body spasming.

He kissed her pussy and then retracted his hand from her slick core. Sophia saw stars when she opened her eyes again. Julian had sat upright, licking his fingers clean of her juice. That was hot. She nibbled on her lips.

Sophia’s breath hitched, realizing the danger and excitement of the situation. He was nowhere near satisfied, and his intent was clear, dominating.

Her eyes drifted shut of their own accord, her heavy breathing gradually slowing as the aftershocks continued to ripple through her.

Before she could summon the strength to look at Julian, he lifted her up himself and captured her mouth with his, sealing their lips in a deep, passionate kiss.

She kissed him back without a moment’s hesitation, her fingers sliding into his silky hair and tugging at the strands.

God damn, he was delicious.

“Your room or mine?” he asked when they finally broke apart.

She could see in his green eyes that he was nowhere near finished. And could she blame him? Hell no.