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Frank ushers them into an empty room, doubling checking to make sure the door was locked. With quick strides he’s on Mel in an instant, her back pressing into the sink. If she’d turn her head just right she’d be able to see him towering over her in the mirror, looking at her in a way that always drained every inch of air from her lungs.
“You’re doing this on purpose.” He hissed through gritted teeth, hands gripping her hips, the dress she wore bunching up as he hikes it up. “Driving me fucking crazy, Mel. I hope you know that.” The shell of her ear is hot as he leans into her. Breath hitching in her throat, Mel grips the countertop, the warmth of his tongue licking a strip on the side of her neck almost makes her lose control. But she holds strong - knuckles turning white.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” She does. But she mocks innocence playing into it a little more, lips twitching almost turning upward in a smirk but she fought it as hard as she could. “I’m just socializing with my coworkers.” Socializing by talking with one of the doctors in ortho who just so happened to have a thing for Mel. She didn’t care about that fact. Frank on the other hand did. She could feel his hot gaze on her from across the room all evening. She plays into it more, sneaking glances at Frank whose jaw was damn there snapped shut and eyes burning holes at Brian. She even went as far as placing her hand on his shoulder - laughing at a joke he told that she didn’t even remotely find that funny. But when she peered back towards Frank it was worth it.
Frank moves his hand, dragging it over top of her ass and squeezing. She’s sure by now the tights she was wearing already were starting to rip. “With Brian. You know he keeps asking me for your number.” He scoffs.
“I should go give him-,”
The words are stolen right out of her mouth, Frank removing his hand from her ass to grip her chin and kiss her. Taking her bottom lip between his teeth. Mine. The gesture said.
“He can’t fuck you like I can.” He husked against her lips.
She’s warm all over, heat pooling in her gut at his words, a small whine escaping from her that she tried to contain but the images playing in her head was enough to make her lose her composure.
“Are you sure about that?” She said, earning a pressed hand into her lower abdomen just right above her underwear but still not touching where she wants him most right now.
Drawing her lip between her teeth she bites down hard trying to conceal a moan but failing.
“I’m positive.” He hikes her dress up the rest of the way, ripping at her tights which she scolds him for with a look but he doesn’t care and she’s over it quickly when his fingers push her underwear to the side, teasing her with his fingers.
“Frank.” With bated breath, she jerks her hips. He lowly chuckles. The sound vibrates against her shoulder.
“I bet he doesn’t know how you like to be touched. Wouldn’t know how to make you feel like I do. Would he?” God Turning her head, she practically shudders at the way he’s looking at her in the mirror. Eyes fully on her watching every inch of her in the mirror as well.
“You…mhm…can’t be…so sure.” She could hardly get the sentence out. Frank pushed his hands into her underwear, rubbing at her clit hard. just how he knows from experience she liked. He was good at that - learning the language of Mel King and everything. She’d never had someone be patient with her the way Frank was always listening and there when she needed.
When she cries out a loud moan, Frank puts a hand over her mouth, stifling her sounds.
“You gotta be quiet, baby,” Frank softly said, adding pressure to her clit - which only makes her moan more into the palm of his hand. “Don’t want anyone to hear us. Do you?”
“You’d like that.” She said against the palm of his hand, nipping at the flesh. “Want everyone to know how skilled you are, Doctor Langdon.”
Frank removes the hand from her. Mel’s about to complain about the abruptness but the words don’t get a chance to come out. His hands grab her hips and lift her up until she’s placed on the countertop.
“And what might I be skilled at?” He lifts up her dress, tugging down her destroyed tights(thank god there’s a backup pair in her purse) the rest of the way, along with her underwear making sure to move agonizingly slow with each movement.
Mel whimpers when his fingers glide over her folds, touching her but not where she wants him most. Teasing her until she answered his question. She was aching for him.
“A lot of things,” She hummed, pulling him in for a kiss, he went with ease. Fingers threading through his hair, moaning into his mouth every time he’d drag his hand over her cunt letting her know he’s awaiting her reply. “Especially with your hands.” She mumbled into his lips, sucking his bottom lip between her teeth. He doesn’t give her a moment to breathe, index finger and thumb rubbing her swollen clit between his fingers just how she always loved it.
“What else am I skilled at, baby?”
Even with the blinding want coursing through her body right now she doesn’t miss the cocky grin on his lips. He begins to trail kisses down the front of her neck until he’s where the low cut of her dress exposes her cleavage. She’d be lying if she said she didn’t specifically pick this dress because of that. She’d sent him pictures, finger hooked in the dip of the dress exposing more of herself to him. Do you like? she’d texted him tacking a winky face onto the message. He’d sent her a message later begging her to buy the dress.
“Frank!” She gasped, the tip of his finger teasing her entrance, her legs shaking.
“Do you want me to fuck you right here in this bathroom?” He pushes his index inside, but doesn’t move a muscle. Mel’s core clenches together, hips jutting into his hand. “Want everyone out there to know how good I am at fucking you, baby?” She tightens around his finger, moaning an incoherent reply. “What’s that baby?”
“Want you. Inside me.” She said in broken sentences, unable to even think straight with his finger buried inside her cunt, and the way he’s talking to her.
Frank thrusts his finger inside of her, finally giving her the movement she craved - well she wanted his cock buried inside of her filling her up - but his fingers are okay too.
Gripping the countertop, Mel attempts to stifle her moans. The sound of his fingers fucking in and out of her makes that hard, It adds to it. Making her more turned on than she’s ever been in her entire life. Her heart races thinking for a moment what if someone hears us. Her core tightens when she thinks about that, rocking forward as she moans into his dress shirt attempting to muffle her sounds as best as possible.
“How do you want me?” He thrusts harder into her, curling his finger at the perfect angle hitting exactly where he knows will make her legs quiver.
“R-right here—J-just like this.” She struggled to get out, hoping it was coherent enough for him to understand so he’d give her exactly what she wanted.
The grip she holds on the countertop now is knuckle white, she lets out a high pitched whine, Frank pulling the straps of her dress to the side to reveal her breasts. Her nipples already hardened from the chilly air. Cupping her left breast in his hand he bends his head ever so slightly spitting on her.
“Frank, careful.” She warned, but it's quickly forgotten when he rolls her nipple between his fingers. Mel doesn’t know how she hasn’t busted open her lip yet from how hard she’s biting it to stop herself from getting too loud. As much as it turns her on at the possibility of someone hearing them fucking she’s still mortified at the fact any of her coworkers could walk by and hear them.
“So wet for me, sweetheart,” He said with a smirk pulling his finger out and running it over her. Mel stops breathing when he pops the fingers into his mouth, sucking them off and tasting her. He’d done this countless times and still she’s just as aroused as she was the very first time he did it.
“Please fuck me.” She begged, pulling him towards her and connecting their lips, licking into his mouth. Tasting herself on his tongue makes her eye roll into the back of her head, arousal growing to a point she wasn’t sure how long she could take it anymore.
“Because you asked so kindly...”
Frank tugs down his pants in one swift movement, cock springing out - hard and leaking - Mel thinks to herself about repaying the favor next time slotting it away in her brain for another time. Right now all she cares about is getting his cock inside of her. She doesn’t even care he’s fucking her without a condom. She wants to feel every inch of him inside of her. Wants to have his come dripping from her cunt as a reminder when they leave the bathroom and go back to the party.
Removing his hands from her, with ease he spreads her legs open, stepping between them and tugging her down a bit for easier access.
“How bad do you want me to fuck you.” He teased, cock tapping against her clit and then pressing at her entrance with the tip but not pushing himself inside fully.
“Frank, please.” She whimpered, the back of her legs tightening around him, edging him forward to try and get her point across how badly she wanted this. But Frank, always loving to hear say what she wants, doesn't go easy.
“Nope, you gotta tell me, baby.”
“You’re such an asshole,” Her words lacked any bite, coming out breathy and needy.
“And you love it.”
Which was true. No matter how much she pretended to be annoyed, she liked voicing her wants and Frank doing whatever it was she wanted. She’s not used to being allowed to want and be taken care of.
“Just—uh— fuck me already. Need you, bad.” She doesn’t recognize the sound of her voice, but she doesn’t care about that anyways. Knowing it riled up Frank even more hearing her cries for him.
Before she has the chance to beg him again, his cock pushes inside of her. Frank, sensing she needs something to cover her moans, pulls her until her face is buried in his shoulder, lips pressing into the fabric of his shirt. That she wished wasn’t between them right now. He gives her a moment to adjust before he picks up a pace, thrusting in and out of her. If Mel had the strength right now to open her eyes her face is at the perfect angle to watch his cock bury inside of her cunt.
“You think Ryan could fuck you like this?” Cockiness in his tone as he pants through breaths. Mel forgot entirely Brian flirting with her all evening is how they ended up here in one of the private bathrooms. How could she think straight when Frank Langdon existed and she had the privilege of getting whatever she pleased from him.
“M—maybe—Ah!—Holy fuck!” She loses the thread of the conversation completely when his thrusts get harder. The sensation of his cock inside of her without any barriers between them makes her feel fervent, nails clawing at his back and teeth biting down on his shoulder (still unsatisfied with the clothing blocking her. She wanted to taste his skin, lick up the salty sweat coating his skin. As disgusting as it sounded she didn’t care.)
“You want to take it off?” As if reading her mind he slows his thrusts, without saying a word, Mel unbuttons his shirt as quick as possible - would’ve been quicker if she could just rip it off of him with no care in the world about the buttons - but they still had a party to get back to so this was the other option.
When his shoulders are finally freed from the shirt, Mel’s quick to attach herself to him. Frank continues to slide in and out of her, placing a hand between them and rubbing at her clit to help her reach her climax that was coming close. She can feel he’s getting close as well, cock twitching inside of her and his thrusts becoming a little sloppy.
Frank tugs her closer until her ass is at the edge of the countertop almost falling off but not quite. He buries himself deeper inside of her.
“Want me to leave you a reminder?” He fucks harder into her, finger pressing into her clit and making her bite his shoulder hard she’s sure there would be a mark there tomorrow.
She knows exactly what he's talking about and it causes her to clench around his cock, moaning hard into the flesh of skin that was slick with her spit and his sweat.
“Yes!” She mewled, scratching at his back, this time the barrier of clothes lacking. Leaving not only traces of herself on his shoulder but a reminder scratched into his back that followed the pattern of her fingers.
Frank connects their lips, flicking his tongue into her mouth, their breaths now shared. Mel doesn’t mind moaning into his mouth the sound vibrating both their bodies straight down to her core.
“You feel so—,” Frank’s sentence is cut short, the gasp dying in his throat as he leans against Mel. Her entire body is on fire, zaps shooting up her spine with each thrust of his.
“So close!” Mel closes her eyes, pushing herself into his shoulder again to muffle her sound. The sound of his cock fucking in and out of her fills the space between them along with the ragged breathes coming out of the both of them as they get closer and closer.
Mel can’t hold on any longer, gripping tight onto Frank as she comes. White spots entering her vision from how tight she closes her eyes.
“So hot baby.” He thrusts deeper into her, burying himself. With a grunt and a sloppy thrust the warmth of his come fills up her cunt, the sensation overwhelming but in the best way possible. It maddens her, causing the floor to tilt beneath her. God he always knew how to make her even crazier about him.
He doesn’t pull out of her just yet, and Mel doesn’t mind - she wouldn’t mind having his cock inside of her like this at all times, just there and warm. But she knows they can’t waste anymore time in this bathroom. Five extra minutes tops. They both still needed to clean themselves up. Mel needs a new pair of tights and to fix up her hair and makeup that was smudged, red lipstick smeared all over her mouth and Frank. She says a silent prayer he went with a black dress shirt and not the white one because the lipstick stains would’ve been more noticeable.
”Let’s get cleaned up.” Mel softly said, detangling herself from him. Frank pulls his cock out of her, leaning over to grab some paper towels to clean up the come leaking from her cunt that spilled onto her thighs. “Feels weird.” She makes a face, biting down her lip, fingers traveling down to collect some of his come onto her fingers. Bringing them up to her mouth she licks at her fingers tasting his come.
Frank looks at her with wide eyes, tugging at her hand. “Mel, holy fuck. Are you trying to kill me?”
Mel doesn’t reply, hopping off the counter, bending down to grab her purse that was discarded on the floor when she stepped foot into the bathroom and Frank couldn’t keep his hands to himself. She purposefully makes a show, bending over for longer than needed to pick up the bag. She knows Frank’s eyes are on her. So what better way to answer his question without saying it?
“When we get home, I’m fucking you properly.” He kneads her bare ass.
“Oh, I was gonna go home with Brian.” She smirked, tugging up her underwear then opening the pack of new tights that definitely would also end up torn when they make it back to Mel’s apartment later tonight. “Gonna go give him my number.” She gestures towards the door.
“Make sure to call him tonight when I’m inside of you again.” He joked, kissing her, smearing the red lipstick even more. Mel pushes him away with a laugh, grabbing her makeup wipes from her bag and wiping at Frank’s face to rid him of the ridiculous smear of red lipstick spread across his face and neck. Next time she made a mental note to NOT wear colored lipstick when having sex with Frank.
She’s nearly done cleaning it off his lips and of course like the little shit he was he pecks her lips.
“Frank, we need to get back out there.” She resists the urge to kiss him longer, instead focusing on herself in the mirror and fixing herself up. Frank clings to her back, pampering soft kisses into the side of her neck. It’s so enticing, she wants to give into him and lean back into him. But she knows if she was to do that they’d never leave this bathroom. And people were bound to get suspicious.
It takes them another few minutes to clean themselves and make themselves look decent and not like they just fucked. Frank leaves the bathroom first, pouting when Mel refuses to kiss him to prevent ruining her lipstick again.
She’s sure maybe a few people found it strange they conveniently came back around the same time but they didn’t mention it.
True to his promise he fucked her properly when they got back to Mel’s place.
No one could ever compare to Frank Langdon that’s for sure.