I sighed beneath his lips while his hand slid up my skirt. He pulled aside my panties and rubbed his two fingers along the edge of my pussy.
“You’re already wet,” he whispered.
“Then what are you waiting for?” I asked.
Riley spun me around, kissed the back of my neck, then placed a hand on my back to bend me over. I heard his jeans unzip. He flipped my skirt up and entered me quickly, burying his cock deep into my pussy from behind.
“Ohh,” I began to moan. Riley’s long fingers caressed along the side of my face and wrapped over my mouth.
“Shh,” he said.
I tried not to moan as he began fucking me from behind. I gazed at the mirror to my right, which gave me a perfect view of our sizzling public sex act. My skirt was bunched up around my waist and my back was arched, with my hair pulled up in a bun. Riley was fully clothed, his thick cock sticking through the hole in his jeans. The veins in his arm bulged as he gripped my waist and fucked me steadily. He looked gorgeous in his t-shirt but I wished he was nude so I could admire his body.
It was like watching an adult movie of ourselves, except it was live.
Riley glanced over at the mirror. His handsome face grinned at me, and he removed a hand from my waist long enough to brush back his chestnut hair.
“You’re beautiful,” he whispered, voice tight with pleasure.
Once again I had to stop myself from moaning. He was picking up speed, slamming his cock into the sensitive spot on my inner wall. Each thrust sent lightning bolts of pleasure cascading through my body.
We watched ourselves in the mirror. Neither of us could peel our eyes away. Riley’s gaze was locked onto mine and held a lifetime of emotion in them. I couldn’t explain it, but it felt like we had been doing this for months rather than just for the past two days.
Riley’s fingers tightened on my flesh, holding me in place while he had his way with me. He breathed heavily and his lips hung open, sucking in each frenzied breath like he was near the end of a marathon. Beads of sweat dotted his face as he sped up, fucking me as hard as he could without making any noise.
A door opened in the hall, and then someone closed and latched it. Another changing room—not the one next to ours, but the one after that. Close enough that they could hear us if we weren’t careful.
Riley slowed to a stop and craned his head, listening. The woman in the changing room hummed to herself while jostling a group of plastic hangers. Something unzipped and we heard the rustling of clothes.
A naughty tingle went up my spine. We were having public sex in a department store changing room. Riley’s cock was deep inside my pussy while just ten feet away a stranger was trying on clothes. I was afraid of getting caught.
But I was also incredibly turned on.
I began moving my hips against Riley, back and forth. Fucking him while he stood still.
He let out a soft sigh. Then he gripped my waist tightly and tried to hold me still. But I didn’t want to stop. I didn’t want to wait for this person to leave.
I wanted to make Riley come now.
I continued moving despite his protests. I pushed against him until I felt the fabric of his jeans against my bare ass cheeks, when his cock was as deep inside me as it could go, and then I leaned forward to allow it to slide backwards out of me. Back and forth I moved, fucking Riley silently.
He leaned forward until his mouth was right next to my ear. “If you keep doing this I’m going to blow my load.”
His breath was hot on my skin and his words were exactly what I wanted to hear. I gazed over my shoulder and whispered, “Good.”
Riley let out another half-sigh, half-groan as I continued moving. My legs were starting to ache from the effort but I didn’t stop. I gazed in the mirror at the ridiculously-sexy man who was standing behind me, whose thick cock I was currently milking.
His chest rose and fell with each breath. His eyes widened. And then I knew it was time.
I pulled away from him and stood, kissing him roughly on the lips. He tasted salty and warm and I wished I could keep kissing him