I swirl my tongue around it, sometimes stiffening it to push hard, other times lapping at her gently. It’s at the gentle times when she jerks my hair to silently demand I go harder. I’m so fucking turned on right now by her reaction to me, and I can’t help dropping one hand to rub myself through my pants.

Fuck, I need to come.

Leary’s movements against me get more insistent, and she sucks in a deep breath, her legs stiffening. She’s close to blowing and I’m not ready for that to happen just yet.

Reluctantly pulling my mouth away from her, I stand up and start working my belt open.

“Why’d you stop?” Leary says with need.

I risk a glance at her and my heart slams hard against my chest over the blazing-hot lust in her eyes. Her cheeks are pink, her forehead shiny with sweat, her breasts heaving with strained breath.

I pause in my quest to free my cock just long enough to tell her, “I’m going to fuck you now. Want to be inside you when you come.”

If I thought Leary’s eyes were hot before, they go absolutely molten from my declaration. She stares at me just a moment; then her hands shoot out to my pants, knocking my own out of the way to work at my button and zipper.

I use the opportunity to grab my wallet out of my back pocket, and although I’m smoothly able to grab the condom I tucked in there earlier today—because I was hoping this might happen—my urgent need to fuck Leary causes me to bobble my wallet. It falls from my hands, almost lands in the toilet, but luckily bounces off to the floor. I’ll worry about it later.

Leary’s hands push at my pants and boxers until they move past my hips, and my cock springs free. One hand goes to the base of my erection, where she squeezes me roughly as she urges, “Hurry.”

I rip open the condom and grab the tip, and while Leary holds me, I roll it on. I lean in briefly to give her a hot, deep kiss and then pull away so I can concentrate on getting inside her.

Bending down, I hoist her up under her ass, her arms immediately going to my shoulders for leverage. I push her back into the wall, reach down with one hand, and guide the head of my shaft into her slick folds. I rub it back and forth, spreading her moisture, thumping it a few times against her clit, all of which causes Leary to squirm in my arms.

With a slow circle of her hips and more guidance from my hand, the end of my cock nudges into her just a fraction of an inch. I glance down and, fuck . . . that’s hot . . . me getting ready to impale her.

I look back up to Leary, and while holding her up with my forearm wedged under her ass and the support of the wall, I let go of myself and clamp my other hand firmly over her mouth. Her eyes go wide in confusion.

“This is going to make you scream, baby,” I warn her before slamming my hips forward. My cock sinks deeply into her until my pelvis is pressed tightly against hers. Just as I suspected, Leary lets a cry of pleasure loose, but my hand muffles it. I have to bite the inside of my cheek hard to suppress the animalistic sounds that want to break free.

“Shh,” I whisper. “Still need to be quiet. Someone could come in.”

She nods and I remove my hand from her mouth. I readjust her weight in my arms, now using both hands to spread her wide and hold her back against the wall.

Then I start moving within her. I don’t bother with a slow buildup, because this is about us both getting off as quickly as we can to avoid detection, and besides, I don’t want to waste that delicious orgasm that had started to break free from her before I stopped eating her pussy.

I tunnel into Leary, forcefully ramming myself into her. She closes her eyes and her lips curl upward in dreamy pleasure. Her arms tighten around my neck as I rest my forehead against hers. We both valiantly suppress the noise level we want to unleash, but there’s no stopping the heavy breathing or the slapping of my skin against hers.

The debauchery of it all, the frantic fucking, the risk of getting caught—it’s all almost too much to bear, and I can’t hold back the orgasm that starts building inside me. I decide to let it go, hoping to God that Leary will be with me but intent on getting her off with my mouth afterward if I blow before her.

Game plan in effect for a massive fucking nut bust, I start thrusting into her faster.

That’s when the bathroom door opens, and I hear two men talking to each other as they walk in.

My hips slow down, but there’s no way I can stop moving. It’s physically impossible for me to stop fucking Leary.

Pulling my forehead away from hers, I take a cautious look to see how she’s doing, still pumping in and out of her at a much slower pace. Her eyes are filled with flaming lust and just a tiny bit of fear as she stares at me. The men continue to talk, and then I hear them both pissing in the urinals.

She mouths at me, “Don’t stop.”

I give Leary a mischievous grin and pick the pace of my thrusts back up. Not hard enough to create the skin-slapping sound, but deep enough to cause her breathing to start hitching again. When I hear the flush, I use the opportunity to mask the sound and slam into her hard, grinding my pelvis against hers.

Leary can’t help it and lets out a tiny moan that shouldn’t be heard over the flushing and the men talking, but they abruptly go silent. They move from full-blown piss chatter to utter quiet, and I know, without a doubt, that they know there are two people in the stall fucking.

This should give me pause, make me stop my movements, but God help me, it only turns me on more. Knowing there are two people out there listening to us fuck.

I raise my eyebrows at Leary to see what she wants me to do. She bites her lower lip as if in consideration while I move my cock against her shallowly. The men still don’t talk, and I imagine they’re probably grinning at each other, heads cocked to the side to see if they can hear anything else.

The men apparently decide to get busy with washing their hands, because the sinks turn on at the same time Leary tightens her arms around me, grinding her hips around my cock.

Breath hisses out from between my teeth, and I start to increase the depth of my thrusts once more. I keep the pace slower so as to minimize the noise of our skin slapping, but that doesn’t stop me from still fucking her hard.

The sinks turn off and the men seem to be taking their time drying their hands. I smile at Leary and she smiles back at me while I continue plowing her.

I can only hope that the men leave before we reach our conclusion, because I think it’s going to be a futile attempt to stay quiet, but they don’t seem to be moving. I don’t know how much longer I can hold back, but I’m sure as hell not going to stop, either.

The decision on when to come, though, is completely taken out of my hands when Leary reaches between our bodies and starts rubbing her clit. She gives a tiny hum when her fingers make contact, and fuck, that right there is sexy—knowing that she’s desperately wanting to get off.

I can’t help it. I start thrusting faster while Leary plays with herself. Blood roars in my head, so loud that I have no clue if the men have left or not, but I couldn’t fucking care less. Now I’m in a desperate race to come right alongside Leary, and I start pounding her into the wall, not giving a shit who’s standing out there.

Leary’s the first to go. Her hand stills on her body, her eyes squeeze shut. I have to give her credit . . . she suppresses every bit of sound as her pussy clamps down hard on my dick and her body starts to shake in my arms. She comes quietly and very beautifully, and it’s my undoing.

I push into her one more time, feel the fire boiling upside of my balls and shooting straight out the end of my dick. My cock spasms hard inside her, pulse after pulse of orgasmic release as I empty into her without making a fucking peep.