The bathroom was a small, heated world of our own, the steel door cold and unyielding in front of Aeri. My jealousy was still burning, a tight knot in my chest, and I pressed myself closer, my hands gripping her naked ass under her bunched-up mini skirt.
"You’re mine, Aeri," I said, my voice low and serious, almost a growl. I arched over her back, my lips brushing her ear as I spoke. "Not some random guy’s fantasy."
I rubbed my dick against her pussy, feeling the slick heat of her, still wet from before. My hands slid under her, groping her big boobs, kneading them gently as I pressed my chest against her back. Her skin was warm, soft, and the way she leaned into me made my head spin.
"Ahhm..." Aeri moaned softly, her body reacting to the slow tease of my cock against her labia. Her voice was shaky, but there was a hint of a smile in it, like she was enjoying this too much. She tilted her head back, catching my eye. "So you do feel jealousy, huh?" she asked, her tone teasing, her lips curving into a playful smirk.
I stared at her, my face still hot, my jaw tight. "You think this is some kind of joke?" I said, my voice sharp, though my hands never stopped moving, squeezing her boobs, my hips grinding against her ass.
I was caught between wanting to laugh with her and wanting to make her understand how much those guys’ words had gotten under my skin.
Aeri’s smile faltered, her cheeks flushed and a little sweaty now. "No, I mean... we can’t help what others say," she said, her voice softer, a nervous edge to it. She was trying to smooth things over, but her body was still pressed against me, her hips subtly rocking back to meet my movements of my dick. "It’s just talk, Ezra."
I leaned in, my lips brushing her neck, tasting the faint salt of her skin as I kissed her, slow and deliberate. "But you were enjoying it," I said, my voice low, accusing. "When that guy said how hot you are, how big your ass and boobs are, how he wants to fuck you even though he’s got a girlfriend." My hips pressed harder, my dick sliding along her slick labia, teasing her entrance. My hands kneaded her big basket ball like boobs, thumbs brushing her nipples, and I could feel her shiver under me.
"Ahh.." Aeri let out a soft laugh, her hands reaching back to cup my cheeks, her fingers warm against my flushed face. "Well, every woman craves a little attention from strangers," she said, her voice light but honest, like she was admitting something small. "And who doesn’t love being praised? It’s not that serious, Ezra." Her whisper was soft, almost soothing, as my cock teased her, rubbing against her folds, making her breath hitch.
I narrowed my eyes, the jealousy flaring again. "See, I knew it. You did enjoy it," I said, my voice rough. I leaned down, biting her shoulder—not hard, just enough to make her feel it.
"Ahh..." Aeri gasped, her body jolting at the sudden sting. She tilted her head back, her eyes meeting mine, and a smile broke through, playful and pouty. "Just a little, Ezra... ehehe..." she said, giggling nervously, her lips puckering as she tried to lighten the mood.
The bathroom felt like it was closing in, the air thick with the heat of our bodies and the faint echo of those guys’ voices still ringing in my ears. My jealousy was a live wire, sparking with every thought of those strangers talking about her, wanting her.
I gripped her naked ass tighter, pulling her hips back toward me. "Now you’re gone," I said, my voice low and rough, a mix of irritation and need. I kicked her legs apart with my knee, spreading them wider, her body and pussy open to me.
"You were enjoying sexual flirts from some other guy, even though you had my dick inside you," I said, my tone sharp, almost accusing. I pressed my cock against her pussy, still slick and warm from before, and pushed inside her in one slow, deliberate thrust.
"No—Ahhh..." Aeri moaned, her voice breaking as her body arched back, her head tilting up in a rush of sensation.
Her fingers curled against the door, nails scraping the metal, and I could feel her trembling under me, caught between surprise and pleasure.
My dick throbbed inside her, her pussy pulsing around me, hot and tight. I started moving my hips, fucking her with steady thrusts, each one fueled by that mix of jealousy and desire burning in my chest.
"You think that’s okay?" I asked, my voice low, leaning over her back to speak into her ear. My hands stayed on her ass, guiding her pussy into my cock, her skin soft and warm under my fingers.
"Ahh... ahhh... ahh..." Aeri’s moans came fast, matching the rhythm of my thrusts. Her boobs jiggled beneath her, swaying with every movement, and the sight of her —pressed against the door, taking me so completely—made my head spin.
"Ezra... it’s not like that..." she gasped, her voice shaky, trying to explain even as her body responded to every thrust.
I groaned, my grip tightening on her ass, my fingers digging in as I slammed into her harder, letting my frustration spill out. "Arghh... fuck..." I said, my voice rough, the irritation and rage mixing with the overwhelming need to claim her, to make her feel me and only me. Those guys’ words—talking about her body, her ass, her boobs, like she was theirs to fantasize about—had lit a fire I couldn’t put out.
"Ahh, Ezra..." Aeri moaned, her voice trembling with pleasure as she pushed back against me, meeting my thrusts. Her pussy felt like fire, pulsing around my shaft, and every moan she let out pulled me deeper into her. "You’re... being ridiculous," she managed, a small laugh breaking through her moans, like she was trying to tease me even now.