The Causeway to Baltimore, Thursday Afternoon

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Kathy had been doing some thinking recently, going over the activities that helped her cut through the noise in her brain. All of the ones she'd found so far involved the participation of other people and she needed to find something she could do by herself so she didn't have to keep bothering folks. And that had gotten her to thinking about the almost-reverie she'd slipped into on Dante's motorcycle. That was something she could potentially do for herself...except she'd need a bike of her own.

Or Dante could share his, but ahahahahano.

It wouldn't hurt to start looking for something like that, though, would it? Even if she didn't buy something right away, having an idea in her mind wouldn't hurt. She made her way towards the Causeway and sent a text at the same time. If she were going shopping, she should consult an expert, right?

Hey. U busy?

[For the motorcycle guru and SP]

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Call it another superpower.

She moaned again as he thrust into her mouth and then threw herself into it, eyes sliding closed and hands reaching up to grasp his hips, nails needling into the flesh there. She worked him over with a single-mindedness of purpose, every part of her narrowed down to the sensation of his cock slipping in and out between her lips. This wasn't the playful, teasing enthusiasm she usually showed, but a kind of scorching intensity that centered around making this the best blow job she'd ever given him.

Like he'd said earlier, this time didn't feel like playing.

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Dante sighed, his fingers threading up through her hair, tangling it as much as he could without sacrificing tension.

He took tighter control of the motion, thrusts getting rougher, more dominating, leaving her less room to move.

It felt good, in some primal way. Not a punishment, but a statement, hips hammering away. Pleasure began to pull tight in his abdomen.

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He was fucking her mouth and god it felt good, even as her lips started tingling and her jaw got sore. Even with his grip practically immobilizing her, she didn't turn passive, using her tongue, her throat, and even the tension in her lips to maintain some control over what he felt.

She was soaked, too; she could feel it, along with her stomach twisting in anticipation. She didn't want to be the one to pull away and beg him to fuck her--assuming she could pull away at all with his hold on her--but god she was aching for it now.

Maybe dragging her nails down his thighs would spark something?

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He didn't need it; he was coming up on too much anyway.

But it was certainly extra motivation. Dante whimpered, pulling her off his dick.

Maybe he'd gotten too caught up in the moment; he hadn't originally planned to physically manhandle her up to his feet, into a stall. But he did, not quite managing to keep his strength below bruising.

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Kathy would notice those bruises. Later. For now, she was focusing on getting into that stall, hands fumbling with the waistband of her jeans to shove them down to her knees just as soon as she was surrounded by the battered metal walls on three sides and Dante blocking the light coming from the fourth.

A moment later, she was tugging her shirt off and bra down, exposing her breasts to the air, then looked at him. Waiting. Needing.

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Dante smirked at her, how fucked up and up for it she looked under the lights. When he took her by the arm this time, it was more controlled-- turning her over and bending her lightly against the door.

One of his hands fell to her hip. The other, to his dick.

He needed it too, missed her warm mouth around him. He didn't hesitate to snap his hips forwards to find something else hot and wet to bury himself in.

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Her nails skittered down the metal of the door, and the sound of her indrawn breath was drowned out by the wet sound of him thrusting inside of her. "Dear god yes," she groaned, pushing herself backwards until her ass met his hips. One hand fell down her abdomen to rub her index finger over her swollen clit. "Please," she begged, "Please."

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Dante groaned softly in her ear, glad to find some relief again. He cupped her breasts with both hands, plucking and playing with her nipples as his hips set a rough, fast rhythm.

There was something about that stall door rattling around that was very satisfying to his ears.

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Kathy whimpered, her flushed cheek pressed against the cool metal right next to her starfished palm. She writhed against him, cunt squeezing tightly around him. Every deep plunge inside was punctuated with a noise torn from her throat and a tremble of her limbs. They rocked together in a hard and pounding rhythm that made her breath catch.

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Dante's breath came out in ragged pants as his hips kept moving. He squeezed her breast with his left hand, then slid it down to her hand. He flattened his palm against the back of hers.

"C'mon," he breathed, slamming his hips into her tight grip. "Wanna feel you come before I go."

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"Just--just a little more," she panted. "This feels--I'm so fucking--" She was close but she wasn't there yet. She could feel it building, deep in the pit of her stomach, her toes already starting to curl in her boots. "You can--owe me one if you need to?"

But dear god would she collect, starting by pushing him to his knees to finish her off right here and now.

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"Fuck," Dante managed, strangled. He shut his eyes, body functioning more on intrinsic need now than anything lofty or anything even really about her. "Fuck, fine--"

His hand scrabbled against the door now, his hips managing a few more powerful thrusts before he tipped over, deep into her wet heat.

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Those last few were nearly enough to get her there, so deep and powerful she rose up on her toes to accommodate them. Her whole body was humming now, nerves tingling with sensation, heart pounding. She turned her head to watch his face, a "Fuck..." escaping without her knowledge.

Watching him was good, so good. Maybe not as good as coming herself, but still really fucking satisfying.

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Dante slumped against her, pressing her up against the door. The sound of his knuckles tapping against it jerked him back to reality; he slid his hand between her legs. "...C'mon."

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"Oh fuck yes," she told him, shifting a bit to give his hand more room. Her hand moved out from under his and she offered two wet and gleaming fingers to him. "I'm already so close, you have no goddamn idea."

Another few minutes and she would have come just as hard as he had. But she couldn't begrudge him his--hell, she might have been sulky if he had been able to hold out. It wasn't every day she gave the best blowjob of her life, dammit.

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Dante didn't answer; he took her fingers into his mouth instead, sucking them clean and then some.

His own didn't play with her down there - they moved with purpose, rubbing and pinching, pressing against the hood.

He hadn't slipped out of her yet. Didn't seem fair.

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And, as promised, several minutes later, Kathy was coming around his fingers, her hands clenched around his wrist, nails digging into the skin of his inner forearm. Her head tipped back, mouth open and keening, and she shuddered in his arms. A second later, she sagged, letting him support her weight. "Dear god," she muttered, collapsed against his chest.

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Dante snickered softly, pressed a kiss against the back of her neck. With a shimmy of his hips, he managed to get away from her - his dick happy with the lack of stimulation. "Not bad," he said softly.

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"Fuck you, that was awesome," said the pale lump of girl in his arms. Who, coincidentally, was not moving.

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Dante let out another soft snicker. "Blowjob was pretty good," he allowed.

But then so had been the one that night with Anders, and now he was thinking about that and feeling faintly distracted.

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"You're too kind," she mumbled as her limbs started remembering how to function. "Congrats. You've managed to induct me into the Bathroom Fuckers Hall of Shame."

She was really selling that 'shame' bit with the satisfied smirk she was wearing.

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Dante pulled back a bit, tugging his pants up and fastening them. "And now a lifelong dream of mine is realized," he joked.

It'd been some pretty damn good sex. He wondered why there was a part of him - a small, deep-down part that didn't show on the outside - that felt conflicted.

He pushed it aside, smirking back at her.

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Kathy was managing to stand under her own power now, or at least enough that she could disentangle herself from Dante completely and only rely on the wall for support. "I'm sure you'll write about it all in your diary tonight," she said, then shooed him out of the stall.

Sex without condoms was a lot messier than with and she needed to do a bit of cleanup before she was willing to pull her own pants up.

"Meet you outside?" she suggested. "I really do wanna look at bikes today, rather than having it be a convenient excuse for roadside sex."

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"Yeah, all right," Dante said, sounding amused. He snagged a few sheets of toilet paper off the roll before she managed to get him out of the stall, pausing briefly to mop up some stray stuff, and then headed out the door of the bathrooms itself.

Just in time to watch a stationwagon full of kids arrive.

"Timed this right," he muttered.

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Kathy took a little while longer--long enough that the children and their beleaguered father were clamoring in the bathroom by the time she was done. The small concrete room rang with their shrill voices, at least until she flushed the toilet and walked out of the stall. "There was a line," she said easily, washing her hands and walking out.

Her composed chill lasted until she was back with Dante. "Never again!" she hissed, poking at his chest. "I had to walk of shame in front of a family from, like, Michigan or something!"

Sure. 'Never again.' Keep telling yourself that, Kathy. Nobody believed you.