Chapter 3
The door locked with a soft click. The tiny bathroom smelled like cheap soap and recycled air. I faced the mirror, hands on the sink, while he stood right behind me. His chest pressed against my back. Hard. Warm.
He didn’t speak at first. Just reached under my skirt and shoved my underwear down to my thighs. Cool air hit my wet skin. I watched in the mirror as his hand slid between my legs and found me still dripping from earlier.
“Still ready,” he said.
I nodded. My voice felt stuck.
He unzipped. The sound was loud in the small space. Then the thick head of his c**k pressed against me. He rubbed it up and down through my wetness, coating himself.
“Look at me,” he said.
I lifted my eyes to the mirror. His dark ones met mine.
“Ready?”
“Yes.”
He pushed in slow. One long t
