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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 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.

He personally loved when Elle was this loud. Crying out because of the pleasure he was causing her; he couldn't think of a sound he liked more.

"You're so beautiful like this," He whispered between shaky breathes as he kept moving against her.

She whimpered softly at his words and leaned up on weak legs, her back curved against his front. She grabbed his hair, her other palm pressed against the wall for balance, and turned her neck to kiss him, taste him hungrily. "Gabriel," she pleaded loudly, unable to articulate much else.

He groaned into her mouth as she grabbed his hair, pulling him in for another passionate kiss. One of his hands dropped down between their legs to press against her clit as he pushed down, deeper inside of her.

Her breath hitched on a cry and she desperately moved back on his cock, panting. She bent forward a little again, needing more friction. That was when the door opened again, and someone shuffled in; Elle shuddered, pulling back close to him again, nails digging into his neck and pressing her lips together to muffle a grown.

He growled against her lips as he heard someone else enter the bathroom. Of all the times, really. Still, he couldn't really focus on being annoyed for long, overwhelmed by the sensation of sinking into her further. His thumb rubbed against her core, curious to see how well she'd do with having to keep quiet.

She pulled away from his lips was a soft inhale, rolling her head back onto his shoulder. The small movements the position only allowed coupled with his thumb was making every inch of her heat up, simmer to a boil. He was so deep inside of her she could hardly think straight.

She sucked in gasping breaths, trying with every inch of her control not to make sound, not to come even though her body was so close and trembling, because she knew if she did she wouldn't be able not to scream.

He smirked, pressing against her clit a little harder now as he moved against her quicker now. He was curious to see what would happen if she pushed her over the edge while the other person was still in the bathroom.

Of course, it didn't help that he was rather painfully close himself.

Her fingers curled against the wall and her vision blurred; she pulled in an audible breath and then let out a strained whimper that couldn't be ignored. He was absolutely evil, and her jaw dropped open on a silent moan. She heard a rustle of clothing and a stark silence, and then Gabriel's cock hit that damned spot again, quick and deep, over and over, and her hips jerked. She cried out, her pussy spasming around him over and over, moaning over and over with each clench.

He groaned out in pleasure as she came around him, her walls squeezing him until he hit his climax as well. He thrusted into her, riding it out until completion, finding himself completely unaware of his surroundings, other than Elle.

She bent over, collapsing against the stall on weak knees, whimpering as his cock slid in and out of her sensitive channel. Her eyes slipped closed, and she hummed out a soft moaning "oh," when he came, spilling inside of her. She loved how that felt, and she was too wrapped up in him to remember or care someone else was in the room.

He finally stopped moving as his climax began to subside. He panted softly, smiling up at her as he brought a shaky hand up to brush away some of her hair. It was really exhilarating when they did things like this, he hadn't even noticed that the third person in the restroom hadn't left yet.

She laughed softly and let him slip out of her, turning into his arms and glowing, pressing her lips to his chin, his jaw, his lips, tugging her dress down and reaching back to open the door. They'd lingered long enough.

She turned a little, and that was when she saw Max's flushed face, standing in front of one of the sinks, gaping at them.

She smiled vacantly at him, crawling with a yucky shiver at the thought he'd probably witnessed all of that. "Oh hi, Max," she drawled, looking back to Gabriel for his reaction. She doubted it would be fortunate. For Max.

Gabriel was busy tucking himself back in and zipping up his pants so he didn't notice Max until Elle spoke, causing him to lift his head, his eyes narrowing a little.

He wrapped an arm around Elle's waist, pulling her close to him now. "You weren't listening to us the whole time, were you?" He asked in a dangerous tone.

Elle leaned against him, shivering for a different reason at Gabriel's dark tone.

"I was just..." Max said, growing redder, and gesturing to the sink. "I had to take a piss, and then..."

And then stayed to listen, the pervert. Elle rose an unamused eyebrow and lifted her head to watch Gabriel's expression. After all, she'd taken care of the red-headed skank. It was only fair Gabriel had his turn.

"And you just stayed to listen?" He hissed. "What? Did you picture you were the one fucking her?" Gabriel scoffed with a confident smirk. "As if Elle would ever go with someone as pathetic as you."

"No, man, no," Max appeased frantically, lifting his hands up in surrender. Even though he'd obviously stayed to listen. "She was the one letting me buy her drinks; I didn't know she taken."

Elle pouted angrily, pressing up against Gabriel and nuzzling into his neck, as if reaffirming the fact she was his.

"She was only doing it to make me jealous. You were nothing but a toy to her," He sneered, keeping his tight, posessive hold over Elle. "But clearly, you wanted more, if you stayed here to listen." He laughed a little cruely. "Or did you imagine me fucking you? Cause ask Elle, I'm not so into that sort of thing."

"No! What--what the fuck?" Max sputtered out. "She's hot, I was just," he said, and then stopped, obviously knowing not to go there.

"You're a little into that sort of thing," Elle whispered, pleased by Max's growing apprehension. She at Gabriel's jaw with a giggle.

Max inched towards the door, obviously freaked out. "I'm just going to go."