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Chapter 2 - Bathroom with an Ex

It was not supposed to happen again. That was the deal. It was a one time thing, a one time mistake. Yet here she was, in a crowded bar's bathroom, waiting for the door to open and for him to walk in. She will tell him to lock the door behind him so they won't be interrupted, and then she'd give in to her needy wants once again.

Afterwards, she will tell him this was only a two time thing. Never again will it happen. There will not be a third time. Nope. This is it. No more. Seriously, never again. Deep down, she knows that will be a lie. But she has to at least try. Even if she already knows it's a waste of time. At least this way she can tell herself she put in an effort to never let it happen a third time.

Emily should've known as soon as she said it was a one time thing that it really wasn't. She was supposed to be smart, to know better. But apparently not as much as she originally thought. The trench of secrets was being dug deeper every time she and EZ met up. 'Cause honestly, Emily had a feeling two times wouldn't be it either. It should never happen again, but the heart and body want what they want, and make it hard to stop them from getting it. The brain has no chance when the heart and body team up. Hence, the reason Emily is in her current uncontrollable position.

The door opens behind her, promptly breaking her from her thoughts. She turns away from the mirror, swallowing the lump that had built up in her throat as she comes face to face with EZ. In that moment, the world around her ceases to exist. It is just her and EZ there.

It's likely no single one of them makes the first move, Emily's pretty sure they move forward at once and meet in the middle. Her arms are around his neck and she's pushing her body up against his as close as she can get it. She's kissing him like he's the oxygen she needs in order to breathe, like she'll die if she doesn't breath him in.

Her hands are in his hair, grabbing handfuls and pulling gently, she knows he likes he... he always has. His hands are on her waist slowly moving behind her to cup her ass and pull her closer to him. She can feel him getting hard against her. He's being just as needy as she is.

Emily lets out a small, kind of loud, yelp of surprise when EZ grabs her by her ass and picks her up, placing her on the bathroom counter. The fabric of her skirt drags across her skin as it rides up her legs. She wiggles her butt around to make it slightly more comfortable for her before letting herself get back to basking in the sensations EZ was causing her to feel.

It is moments like this very one that make her realize how much, deep down, she really does miss EZ. Though she would likely not change how things went if she had the chance to. Things had worked out well for her... even if she had missed EZ during that entire time. After all, one rarely ever does forget their first ever love. Emily is no different.

She would be straight up lying if she ever said she didn't often think about EZ during the past 8 years. Even while with Miguel... she loves Miguel, but she never ever forgot about EZ. Especially considering how things had ended for them all those years ago.

EZ begins mouthing a path down her jaw to her neck.

"Did you lock the door?" Emily asks, glancing over at the knob to see if the lock is turned.

EZ nods, mumbling against her neck. "Mm-hmm."

"Good, good," Emily moans, tangling her fingers tighter in EZ's short hair. "That's good."

Emily allows herself to relax more now that she knows no one will come in and find them in their current undoubtable position.

The sensations his scruff scraping against her skin is causing is exhilarating. She doesn't want to stop him, but she knows it's likely she'd get a short term rash if she didn't put an end to it. And that short term rash would get them both into a shit load of trouble. Emily yanks at the hair on the back of his head and pulls him away from her naked skin.

"Let's not take this slow," she says to him.

He nods his head, and then his hands are at her thighs. He's rubbing his way up under her skirt towards where she wants... needs... him most. His fingers rubbed against the outside of her thong, causing a shiver to run through her.

She reaches down to fumble with his belt buckle, unlatching it and leaving it hanging open. Her fingers make quick work of his button and zipper, and then she lifts her legs up so that her feet catch the sides of his jeans and she pushes them down just enough for his cock to spring free.

"Fuck foreplay, just do it!" she insists, grabbing at his kutte and pulling him forward.

They meet in the middle with open mouths, tongues invading each other's mouths.

Emily feels EZ's fingers against her again as he pushes her thong to the side. In the next instant he's fully sheathed inside her. She gasps as her head falls back against the mirror with a soft thud.

"Shit, sorry," EZ grounds out.

Emily shakes her head, grinning at him. "No, no, no, no... no saying sorry. Just move. Please. Now."

EZ sets the pace fast and hard just as Emily wants. She meets his thrusts, thrust for thrust, one arm secured tightly around his neck and her other hand gripping the counter underneath her with white knuckles.

Sounds of moans, pants, whimpers and skin slapping against skin were filling the bathroom air. Emily was relieved that the music in the bar was so loud that no one could hear what was going on.

EZ suddenly grips the back of her thighs, hard enough that she'll likely be hiding a bruise or two for a few weeks. He picks her up off the counter and turns her, pushing her roughly up against the bathroom wall. Emily goes from having the faucet of the sink digging into her back to her head hitting the hand dryer and turning it on. She's too far gone trying to keep up with EZ's erratic movements to react to the aches the dryer and faucet caused her.

The pace at which EZ is moving is a fast and hard one. Emily places her arms around his neck, clasping her hands together. She does her best to meet his thrusts continuously. It feels good. She feels good. He feels good. But it's not enough. Emily needs more friction. She maneuvers herself so he slips out of her, a whimper escapes her and EZ's huffs at the loss.

Emily grins, leading him over to the bathroom couch. She pushes him down and climbs into his lap, rubbing herself against him. A bolt of pleasure courses through her, and she doesn't wait any longer to position herself over him and slide down until he's fully in her again.

EZ grips at her waist, fingers digging in. Emily doesn't mind, the pain is worth all the pleasure. He pulls her arm and then slams her back down onto him. She moans as he manages to hit just the right spot inside her. He does it again and Emily reaches forward to grab his shoulders and hang on, enjoy the ride.

~bathroomwithanex~

Afterwards, Emily pushes EZ away from her and fixes her underwear and skirt. She gives herself a once over in the mirror, straightens her hair up, and then turns to leave. Glancing back at EZ who is tucking himself back into his pants, she says, "This was the last time. It will never happen again."

EZ nods. "Never again," he reiterates.

As Emily leaves, she sighs... knowing that they both know just how much of a lie that was. They will get together again soon enough. It is just a matter of time.