Kennedy."
I caught the door before it closed on me and slipped through the opening, locking the door behind me. She turns on her heels to face me, eyes wide at seeing me in the lavish bathroom made for one user.
"What do you think you're doing?" She belts out.
"What was that about?" I asked her, rather than answering her question. Her storming out answered partially, but I needed real answers right now.
"What was what about?" She threw back at me.
"Okay, so this is what we are doing? Going around the elephant in the room. It's funny that you found it fitting to grill me about my dating life, but I'm affronted by one of your men. And here you go, acting like it's nothing."
Kennedy gasped as the words rolled from my tongue. Probably not the best way to get my answers, but I was boiling inside with mixed feelings. I couldn't pinpoint the main root of it all. Just moments ago, this linky clown stood in my face and said he had been with my woman—Kennedy— and then said she had been around. The last part I felt was icing on the cake he presented, but was it? I thought it funny she didn't tell me about this guy when we showed up. But if it was bullshit, the audacious move to insult me and my lady—my friend…fake date—ugh. The fight between wanting to possess her as mine and the reality that she isn't added to the confusion, frustrating me even more. Why am I so bent out of shape over a woman I've been dating for less than twenty-four hours?
"You wait just a minute, Mayor," Kennedy scolds, making strides toward me. I hold my straight face, unphased by her fury. "I'm not the one who has a reputation to fix. Do you hear my name being passed through the gossip rings for being under anything that has breath?"
My eyes narrowed at the sting of her words, but my dick hardened at the way she battles with her words. My brain wasn't in alignment with my dick, and without any care for its turn-on, I said, "Nope. But I heard it from the horse's mouth."
The sting and the echo of the smack to my face from Kennedy's hand caught me off guard and aroused me at the same time. What a fine time for me to be aroused in a moment that wasn't supposed to be sexy, but my kink for a bit of aggression in foreplay and the way Kennedy's full lips pouted in her anger caused me confusion for a moment. When I moved out of my brain out of my dick, I realized my mouth put me in a place I didn't want to be: in the middle of wrath.
Kennedy grasped the hand she used to make contact with my face as if her actions surprised her, but then her eyes narrowed as she laid into me.
"What you heard was the contents of the horse's ass! Complete horse shit! The closest he's ever gotten to sleep with me was in his wet dreams." I opened my mouth to respond, but she put her hand up. "And for the record, my pussy is way too good to give it up to everybody."
I grab her hand and pull her into me, her D-cups smashing into my chest. Her eyes showed shock, but she didn't move. Her warm breath caressed my lips as I whispered into her mouth, "I didn't like hearing this man talking about having my woman."
"I've only been your woman for less than a day."
Her breath trickled slowly out as she looked up at me. Our lips were temptingly close, and I wanted to suck the fullness of her bottom lip. Her body melts into mine.
"So?" I rhetorically asked, turning toward the hand that brazened my face and giving it a soft kiss on the palm. She let out a soft pant that was music to my ears. She let her fingers glide down the side of my face as I kissed up her inner arm before suckling the spot between her neck and her ear.
"Get your filthy mouth off of me," she whispers. Kennedy's head falls back, and her chest heaves as her actions defy her words. She snaked her free arm around my neck as I continued to french kiss her neck.
I have backed her up against the red-painted wall now. Our bodies fused, so much so that our breaths were in sync. I pinned her hand to the wall and watched her suck her glossed bottom lip between her teeth as she subtly pushed into my erection. My eyes burned into hers as I growled, "Tell me you don't want me as much as I want you."
She bit down on her lip in a way I knew meant she wanted to succumb to her stubbornness. She was relentless with her words, yet her eyes spoke her answer. I wanted to hear them, though. I move my lips to her earlobe, gently pulling it between my lips, encouraging a quiet moan from Kennedy's mouth. I whispered my command again, "Don't be stubborn. Tell me."
"I do," she whispers, turning her head and grazing her lips against mine. I wasted no time and took her bottom lip into my mouth before taking her mouth whole. She welcomed me with a swipe of her tongue against mine, taking her hand wrapped around my neck to pull me into a space that wasn't there. I released her hand and roamed down the leather of her skirt to her ample ass, grasping for a handful. The leather wouldn't let me win, so I swiftly lifted her while raising her skirt around her waist and palmed her stocking-clad cheeks.
Kennedy yelps quietly at the abruptness of my movement and takes hold of my neck with both hands as I carry her to the marble countertop. Placing her down, she parted her legs wide enough for me to step in between as I moved my hand in between her thighs to the warmth of her center. I caressed the moistness that could be felt through her stockings.
"Can I have her?" I ask in a near whisper, making firm circles around her clit. She pants at each rotation as she rolls her eyes to the back of her head. I take her open mouth into mine, thrusting my tongue hungrily into her mouth before pulling away and asking again, "Can I…have her?"
There's a wiggle at the knob of the door that startles Kennedy from her enjoyment, but I tempt her back by pressing her button. She heaves and breathes, "There's someone…at…the door."
"Shhh. They'll leave. Now answer me. Can I have her?"
She stifled the sound from her mouth, but her pants were still heavy as she nodded and said, "Yes."
A low rumble comes from my throat at the sound of her permission, and I swallow her mouth again as I tear at the flimsy silk of her stockings, making a hole wide enough for access to her pantyless crotch. She gasped as I dropped to my knees between her legs and scooted her ass to the edge of the counter. Ready to satisfy my appetite for her, I rested her thick thighs on my shoulders and devoured her pussy. I no longer heard anyone at the door, but I knew time was of the essence. I craved to taste her, to listen to her pleasure, so I sucked and flicked at her clit, pulling her ball of nerves into full bloom. I slurped and sucked as she whimpered and panted, her legs going from relaxed to wrapped snug around my head. This encouraged me to go for the gusto as I sunk the pads of my fingers into the side of her ass and took her bud into my mouth, humming on it as I pulsed my tongue against its center with a steady beat. Her climax was just as quick as my tongue game, and in seconds, her legs were shaking, her hand palmed my head, and a rolling of whimpered moans stumbled from her mouth.
"Oh my, oh shit…" she whimpers as she climaxed into my mouth. I lapped at her secretion like the well-fed monster I had turned into.
Kennedy comes down from her mountain peak, drops her legs from my shoulders, and grabs at my shirt collar, pulling me up to her lips. She licked at the residue of her essence before kissing me deep and saying, "I see why you're the most eligible bachelor."
I chuckled into her lips as I went for another kiss and sunk two fingers into her center. While stroking her juicy walls, I say, "I see why this isn't for everybody. She's intoxicating."
"You're intoxicating," she moans as I explore the depths of her. She nips at my lip before locking into a hungry kiss as I stroked her drenched pussy. My dick couldn't get any harder, but the gush of her cream filling tempted it.
Kennedy pushes me slightly, enough for her to roam her hands to my belt buckle and slide my boxer briefs and slacks down until they hit the floor. She wraps her small hand around my girth and strokes it, now eliciting a grunt from me. She slides down from the counter and guides me to the same wall I had her pinned to, squatting down and easing my dick into her warm mouth.
"Fuck," I groan. I leaned my back against the wall, my mind going into oblivion as she swallowed more and more of my length each time she sucked until she began to bob a steady rhythm. The sound of her slurping and moaning on my dick was driving me crazy, and when I opened my eyes to the full-length mirror across the room, the view confirmed I could've happily come to an end with her lips around my dick, but I was addicted to the feel of her ocean.
I paused her motion and pulled my dick out of her mouth. I helped her up, only to guide her back to the countertop and bend her over. She arches her back as if she wants what I am about to serve. As I slid into her ocean and thrust the final few inches of my length, we both moaned at the feeling of the fit. Before beginning my stroke, I met her eyes in the mirror and said, "I want to see your Angel Face when you cum."
"Oh, you're so fucking nasty," she moans into my stroke, letting out a breathy chuckle.
"Mmhmm," I grunt as I enjoy the depths of her pussy and then pull out to thrust into her, causing her to gasp. I began a steady stroke of her walls that turned into a bounce as she met my thrust. I went from watching her ass bounce back against my dick and then to watching her face morph into pleasurable expressions in the mirror, all while I listened to the music of our skin slapping. Kennedy was angelic in her euphoria, and as her walls tightened around my dick, I watched her sexy mouth drop, and her face show her pained ecstasy as her climax took over. Knowing mine was coming soon after, I pulled out of her and found my balance with my forearm resting against the wall as I stroked my release.
For a moment, I forgot where I was. The combination of the feeling of her and how she caused the most explosive release from me had me feeling like I momentarily blacked out. After gaining some of my senses back, I waddled my way to the sink to wash my hands and wet a paper towel to clean myself. I looked over to Kennedy, who had removed her shoes and now the remnants of her stockings. I winced as she crumpled up the destruction and tossed it in the trash.
I suck in a guilty breath. "Sorry about that."
She side-eyes me and scoffs before she adjusts her skirt, "I'm sure you are. I just hope no one notices my wardrobe change."
Remembering that I locked us into a women's bathroom jolted me back into the reality that we needed to find a way out without a scene and speculation. I pulled up my boxers and fastened my slacks before grabbing my phone out of the blazer I still had on. My phone woke up to a text from the one person I trusted to help with this situation.
Harrison: Really, my guy? I can't hold down this bathroom too much longer.
Me: Let me know when the coast is clear. You're getting a raise for this 🙏🏽.
Harrison: Now would be ideal. The spot has gone from dinner to club, and everyone's up dancing. That's our cue that it's time to go, too.
Me: On it.
"What do you say I have them pack up dinner for us and we go talk? I owe you an apology," I suggest as I turn around.
Kennedy looks at me through the mirror as she reapplies her lip makeup. "You do owe me an apology, but I can go without the food here. It's trash."
I chuckle at her response. "Well, Harrison says now is a good time for us to make our exit of here…the bathroom."
"He knows we are in here?!" She asks, her eyes widening and still looking at me through the mirror.
"It's cool. He's the reason we were able to…finish," I said, walking up beside her and smirking. I could see her face reddening as she vainly mouthed the good Lord's name.
She turns to me, her eyes narrowed and that lip pouty again. "This is your fault."
"I'll take the blame," I say, wrapping my arm around her waist and kissing her lips.
"Nuh-uh," she protests, pushing away from me. "This is why we are here now."
I chuckle. "Look at us, fussing like an old married couple already."
"Whatever."
She rolls her eyes and smirks.
Harrison hurried us with a few quick raps at the door. I looked at her with my eyes asking if she was ready. She nodded, and I grabbed her hand and guided her to the door. When I opened the door, Harrison greeted us. He wore a look that I only knew meant he was asking, "Are you fucking serious?!"
I smirk at him. "Thanks, my guy. I think we are going to head out. Can you close the tab with the business card?"
"card?"
"Of course. You two be safe tonight," Harrison calls out from behind us. Kennedy and I chuckle at Harrison's innuendo as we go from the hallway to the dining room.
Harrison was right. A DJ had been set up, and the room was now more like a dance hall than a dining hall. As we made it through the crowd with a few stops for me to speak to some of the patrons, I quickly noted that Braxton was standing at the door to our exit. My pleasant smile turned into a devious grin as we approached him.
"Out already, Mayor?" Braxton asked.
"Yeah, but thank you for your hospitality. I'm sure this week will be nothing short of successful for your establishment. My assistant will handle the tab before he leaves," I say.
Braxton's eyes kept bouncing between me and Kennedy. As much as I wanted to check him, I remained poised—somewhat. I released Kennedy's hand so that I could shake Braxton's hand. I pulled him in, closing with a dap, and gave him a few words only he and I could hear.
"Oh, and I caught what you tried to do earlier. It would behoove you to keep my lady and her good pussy out of your mouth. Respectfully."
I give Braxton a stiff pat on the back before grabbing Kennedy's hand and guiding us out to our car.