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Gabriel was sitting in the chair in the bathroom, waiting for Elle. After all, she had promised to cut his hair for him. It really was getting long, even for his taste. Now when he tried to slick it back, it gave him a sort of douchebag look. Not appealing, really.

Finally, he heard the door slam, letting him know Elle was back. "Did you find someplace that sold the supplies you needed?" He called out in a curious fashion.

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She followed eagerly without knowing what he had in mind, and giggled mischievously when she realized where they were headed.

He led her into the men's bathroom, tugging her into one of the stalls, locking it behind them. As soon at it was locked he pressed her against the stall door before kissing her roughly.

She moaned, her grin soft against his lips. She hooked her arms around his neck, panting in excitement, and pushed them up into his cut hair, tasting his tongue with a whimper. There was less to hold onto, she noted with very little disappointment. She liked this haircut.

He let his hands drop down to her thighs, slipping under her dress to brush against her bareness. He pulled away from the kiss just enough to nibble teasingly on her lower lip.

She gasped softly at the touch of his hands and the pressure of his teeth, leaning and rubbing against him, running hands over his neck and hair and shoulders greedily. Then she reached for his shirt, unbuttoning the first few frantically to snake her hands underneath the cotton, caressing his bare skin.

He nibbled on lips before trailing down to her chin, and then her neck, sinking his teeth down against her throat, marking her temporarily. His hands brushed against her entrance teasingly.

As nice as spending so many days in bed together was, there was something exciting about screwing around in public again.

She cried out softly at the bite, the sound echoing against the walls. Her hips rocked, seeking more friction, and she pressed her lips against his chest in an open-mouthed kiss.

The fact that anyone could just walk in just made it all the more exciting.

He took in a sharp inhale as her lips pressed against his chest. He slipped his fingers inside of her entrance, greedily exploring.

And just as he did so, he heard the door open; someone else was in the bathroom.

She whimpered softly, muffled the sound against his chest, and gasped when she realized the door had opened. Hazily, she looked up at Gabriel with a smirk, clinging to his shoulders and moving on his fingers.

"You're going to need to be quiet, Elle," He chided her quietly with a smirk. He removed his fingers, bringing his other hand up to curl around her hair, carefully tugging her downward.

She gasped again at his intentions, but fell to her knees, her eyes half-lidded with arousal and her chest heaving with breath. She winced slightly at the cool hardness of the floor, but unzipped him eagerly with a small wicked smile, pulling his growing erection out to slide into her mouth.

He groaned, leaning forward to press his palms against the stall door as she wrapped her lips against his cock. He bit down on his lip, drawing blood to make sure he didn't make too much noise.

She giggled softly around him, bringing her hands up to squeeze his ass and guide his hips. She moved back and forth, using her teeth and wriggling tongue she tease him, her eyes watching his reactions. He looked so painfully perfectly gorgeous above her, trying not to make noise with his new haircut and sexy clothes, that Elle couldn't help but moan a little.

One of his hands dropped down to curl through her hair once more tugging it a little as he hissed out a groan. It felt so wonderful as her mouth teased against his hardness.

She inhaled a surprised breath at the tug, and then rolled her hips in answer, dropping a hand to rub her pussy gently. She closed her mouth around him and sucked gently to muffle her small mewls, only pulling away with a needy gasp when the man left.

Once the man left he tugged her back up for a needy kiss, hiking up her dress. He wanted to be inside of her so badly, it practically hurt.

She whimpered, grasping desperately at his collar and kissing him hard as he tugged her dress up. He was so hard and eager to have her she felt herself getting wetter by the second in reaction.

She turned around, grabbing his cock and bending over, holding onto the top of the stall door and tugging, dipping and rubbing his tip into her wet folds with a broken moan. Her heels were just high enough to make this feasible.

He groaned as she teased him against her wet entrance. He could feel that she wanted him just as much as he wanted her. His tongue clashed against her as he pushed forward, sliding inside of her pussy now.

She pivoted back against him, clenching as he filled her up. "Gabriel," she gasped, reaching back to hold onto his neck.

He broke away from the kiss, sucking in raspy breaths as he thrusted into her deeper now.

She held onto the stall wall tightly, meeting each thrust with a roll of her hips and a moan.

He groaned out loud as he pushed into her harder, his own hands grasping onto the stall wall for balance as well.

Her teeth gnashed down on her bottom lip, so hard she broke skin, stifling an echoing cry as he fucked her deeper, harder. Her back arced, and she bent over further with a bereft whimper, needing more.

He couldn't help but smile at the sight; she looked painfully beautiful bent over like that for him. He thrusted in deeper, his groans growing louder with each movement.

She reached back to hold onto his hips, her fingers curling tight around his shirt. Her legs were beginning to shake, and her feet ached in her pumps. She held onto the stall for dear life, the pitch of her cries growing in both note and volume.

Maybe if it didn't feel so good, and maybe if he wasn't hitting just the right spot, she would care about being so loud. Then again, maybe not.