Where did Mercedes and Mike disappear to during Emma and Will's wedding reception?
I was apart of the large group of people that pushed aside the memories of "the wedding that didn't happen." At the reception, I danced and laughed. I was so happy to be around my friends even when they were making things awkward for each other. I couldn't find Mercedes, but I texted and reminded her of the dance she promised.
"Come to the bathroom," she text back.
I didn't want to keep her waiting. I entered the restrooms and let the door swing close behind me. As I walked forward, I look into the stalls, checking that they were empty.
Mercedes appeared, stepping out of the last stall. "We're alone." She smiled and beckoned me to come closer. She wasted no time, letting our lips crash. She stepped back and hit the latch.
Mercedes and I stayed close after graduation, calling and talking about our lives in new cities, but somewhere along the way, we started dating. Coming home was our chance to see each other. Out of respect for our exes, we turned down the PDA. We were not a secret, but no one paid attention.
I held Mercedes by her hips, but when I felt her backing away, I cupped her face. With a smooth rhythm, my tongue danced with hers. I refused to let her go, so when she lowered, I followed. I kept our lips locked together as I learned over my kneeling girlfriend.
She moved my hands and escaped. "Mike, please," she breathed with a smirk. She nudged me to stand straight before she began to undo my pants. Her fingers curled around my length. Her tongue passed through her lips and swirled around the head of my cock. She looked up at me as she welcomed me into her mouth.
My skin prickled with goosebumps. I deeply exhaled, appreciating Mercedes' warm, wet, and pillowy mouth. I watched while she bobbed her head, but I broke down as she lightly sucked. My head hung, eyes shut tightly, and a loud moan escaping me. Knowing better than to mess up Merocedes' hair, I reached out and rested my hands against the wall.
She flung her curled hair over her shoulder. She wanted to take all of my inches deep into your mouth, and when Mercedes Jones set her mind on something, she was driven to see it though. Her body relaxed and she took deep breaths through her nose. She took more of my cock into her throat. Her index finger and thumb circled around my member, marking her progress. When she reached the base of my cock, accomplishing her goal, she moaned as she slid it out to the tip.
I groaned at the satisfaction building in my stomach, fueling Mercedes to repeated her actions. I was extremely pleased by her newly discovered ability, but I wanted more- to share more with her. I led Mercedes to stand, and our lips became reacquainted. My hands lifted and traveled under her pink dress. I wasn't surprised to learn that she wasn't wearing underwear; she had planned ahead and removed them before I joined her. I gripped her lower thigh and lifted it to align with my side. I entered Mercedes and slowly and easily sunk deeper. I began to drive my hips back and forth.
Mercedes' lips stole my attention like they always did when we were together sexually. They were plump, pink, and did wonderful things. They shortly held the imprint of her teeth when she released them after biting back sounds. They'd open wide like they would when she'd hit the high notes in Glee, but instead of song lyrics, moans came out. They made a small, tight 'O' before she threw her head back. Regardless of what they did, they seduced me to them.
Her hips were special too. They were wide and well rounded. They swayed and dipped. They moved at a pace to meet my thrusts.
She leaned her back and head against the wall for support. Her neck was exposed. She purred when I began to lick from the angle of her jaw to her collarbone. "Yes. Mike, yes," she cried as my thrusts sped.
I froze when I heard the door into the room creak open. I quickly covered Mercedes' mouth with my hand to silence her. I shook my head as she raised her eyebrows; she didn't hear what I heard. When two voices began speaking, we separated. I pulled my pants up. After Mercedes backed away, I peeked out.
Two men chatted outside of the stall. One man was in the restroom to wash his hands, and the other followed to keep their conversation going. They weren't with us for long.
Mercedes shook her head and asked, "You didn't lock the door?"
I had honestly forgotten. I was a little embarrassed by the incident, but I smiled, seeing the playful look in her eyes. "That would be rude," I argued, causing her to snicker. I was sure that the mood was dead and there was no chance of continuing our session.
She snatched her clutch off the top of the blocky toilet paper holder then slid her free hand into mine. She followed me out of the stall. Stopping in front of the mirror, she checked her appearance, and when she was happy with her look, we continued.
No one noticed the couple strolling out of the restroom. They were talking, dancing, and drinking. Who would have been watching the bathroom?
In the lobby, Mercedes pulled me in the opposite direction of the door. When asked about her plan, she stepped closer to me. Her heels made it easier for our foreheads to rest together. Her bangs prevented our skin from connecting. Smirking, she announced, "I don't want to wait until we get home." She quickly pecked my lips before strutting towards the front desk of the hotel.
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