Jan. Week 3: A Long Weekend-Movies--Leah lets Mr. Howard fuck her willingly...

Leah stopped suddenly, a dark desire to feel him inside of her. She pulled off his cock and looked up at him.

“I want you inside of me.” she said a look of mixed surprise and pleasure drawing across his face as she stood up quickly.

“Didn’t think you were the only one going to get some action, did you?” she said her voice was low, sensual, eager.

She turned around without further prompting, presenting herself with mechanical efficiency. She was already wet, the secret shame slick between her thighs as she hiked up her skirt and pressed her palms against the cool tile. The bathroom felt cramped even though it had plenty of space, the unfamiliar location only made the act more hurried. Howard gripped her hips hard and yanked her back onto him, not even bothering to ask if she was ready. He didn’t need to—her body had already betrayed her.

The first thrust nearly made her gasp out loud, and she bit her own hand to keep from moaning. He was rough, clumsy, all pent-up need and no finesse, but Leah found herself grinding back into him anyway, matching his rhythm and even pushing for more. Each slap of skin on skin echoed in the empty restroom, a lewd metronome counting out the beats of their shared secret. She hated him, truly she did, but she hated herself more for loving the way he fucked her—like she was some filthy, forbidden thing.

“God, you’re tight,” he hissed, and she almost laughed at the banality of it. As if they were high schoolers in a parked car, not adults with careers and reputations and **** hanging over their heads. She pictured herself in the bathroom mirror, mouth open in silent plea, sweat beading on her brow, her eyes wide with lust and terror. If anyone walked in, it would all be over.

The thought only made her wetter.

He slammed into her harder, one hand cupping her breast under her blouse, the other digging crescents into her hip. Leah’s legs shook with a mixture of exhaustion and arousal, and she could feel herself starting to peak, the crescendo building with every slap and grunt. He leaned in, his mouth hot and foul against her ear:

“You like this, don’t you?” he whispered, and she didn’t answer, because anything she said would be a lie.

She came first. She couldn’t help it. The orgasm crashed over her like a tidal wave, equal parts shame and blazing heat, leaving her limp and trembling against the wall. Howard kept going, pounding away with bruising ****, chasing his own finish line.

“Fuck, Leah,” he groaned, and she could tell he was close. “You’re gonna make me fucking CUgh! Cum! Agh!”