Warning: language, smut, bathroom sex, fingering
It's been a week since Rapp and I slept together and I haven't been back to his apartment. He's tried calling me, but I've ignored it.
I wanted to see him again, but I couldn't. I knew that the minute I saw him again, I would want to jump his bones.
I took a deep breath as I walked into the gym. I looked around slightly disappointed when I didn't see a certain person. I rolled my shoulders and shook my head. I spent the whole day trying to get him out of my head.
I wasn't even close to being successful. I was grabbing my stuff from my locker at the end of the day when I heard some of my trainer friends walk into the locker room.
"Hey, Y/N!"
I turned around to see them smiling excitedly at me. "Hey girls," I smiled.
"We were gonna go to that club downtown to celebrate Alice getting married. You in?" Maggie asked, practically bouncing on her toes.
Hmm, drinking, dancing, and hot guys? Maybe this is exactly what I needed to help me forget about Rapp.
"I'm in," I smirked.
* * * * *
That night, I slipped on the kind of dress that made me look good as well as feel good. The kind that showed off my figure and revealed a sneak peek of the girls. The dress that made all your friends jealous and all the guys check you out.
"Y/N!"
"Damn girl!"
"Aren't you a hot piece of ass?"
I laughed as I did a little twirl in front of our table. I froze when I made eye contact with the last person in the world I ever thought I would see again.
Mitch Rapp.
He stared right back at me, the same surprise on his face that was probably on mine. I blushed as he slowly looked me up and down, biting his lip. Even from across the room I could see the lust in his eyes.
"Y/N? Girl, what is wrong with you?"
"And who is that sexy ass man who looks like he is thinking of at least twenty different things he'd like to do to you?"
"Um no one," I cleared my throat, quickly turning back around.
Throughout the night, I constantly caught Mitch staring at me. I tried to ignore him but it was pretty hard when every time I looked over he was already staring at me. While I was at the bar with my friends, Mitch was sitting at a table with some man.
"I'll be right back," I yelled over the music. "I gotta pee."
Once I was finished going to the bathroom, I washed my hands and used a wet paper towel to clean myself up a little. I ignored the door opening and closing as I ran my fingers through my hair, trying to make it look decent.
"Well," I sighed. "That's just going to have to do. . . I guess."
"You always look gorgeous when you're sweaty."
I jumped at the sudden male voice, echoing in the women's restroom. I looked in the mirror to see Mitch standing in the bathroom doorway. "What the hell are you doing in here?" I asked, turning around.
"I had to. . . When you walked into the bar. . ." He stuttered. There was something in the way he looked at me that made all the feelings from our one night together come rushing back.
"You left," he said as he took a step towards me. "That morning, I woke up and you were just gone."
"I'm sorry," I stuttered as he continued to walk towards me. I held my breath as he stood right in front of me. "I just. . . I thought. . ."
I took in a sharp breath as he reached forward and tucked a piece of hair behind my ear. Before I could say or do anything, he leaned down and pressed his lips to mine.
I gasped as he pressed me up against a stall door. My arms wrapped around his neck as our lips moved in sync. I held in a moan as he bit down on my bottom lip, slipping his tongue into my mouth. I started breathing heavily as he pulled away and started kissing my neck.
"Mitch," I moaned as he slightly bit down on my collarbone. I subconsciously ran my fingers through his hair and wrapped one of my legs around his waist, pulling us closer.
"You know," he mumbled against my skin. "It really hurt when you left me, naked in my apartment."
He pressed his lips to mine, his tongue immediately exploring my mouth as his hand gripped my thigh, massaging the inside of it with his thumb. "I'm still waiting for an apology," he mumbled against my lips. He started kissing my neck again, biting down when he found my sweet spot.
I gasped when he slid his hand higher up my thigh, under the skirt of my dress, and grabbed my ass. "Still waiting," I felt him smirk against my jaw.
"I'm sorry," I gasped as he slid his hand further up my dress, playing with the seam of my underwear. I felt slightly disappointed as he pulled away, removing his hand from under my dress.
"Let me make it up to you," I whispered as I grabbed his hand and pulled him into the handicapped stall. I roughly pushed him against the tiled wall, my lips hungrily moving against his.
Mitch bit my bottom lip, taking his chance to slip his tongue into my mouth. Our moans echoed off the bathroom walls as our tongues fought for dominance. I jumped up, wrapping my legs around his waist as he immediately caught me. He switched our positions, making me gasp when I felt my back press against the cold wall.
He put me down, not breaking the kiss. The second my feet touched the ground, I instantly unbuttoned his pants. I smirked into the kiss as I heard the clink of his belt hitting the bathroom floor.
Mitch reached around and slowly unzipped my dress, the fabric pooling at my feet. He pulled away and bit his lip, lust burning in his eyes. "How are you so damn sexy?" He growled as he forcefully pulled his shirt over his head, tossing it to the side.
We stood in the stall, only wearing our underwear, looking at each other. I gasped as he pressed his body against mine, my body now squished between him and the cold bathroom wall. I moaned loudly as he started moving his body against mine, creating friction as he sucked on my neck.
"Holy fuck. This is hot," I moaned, tilting my head back to get him better access. I let out an even louder moan as he started grinding against my body to the beat of the song coming from outside the bathroom. He continued to move his body against mine as his hands played with the waistband of my underwear.
He had just slipped his hands in my underwear, squeezing my ass, when we heard the bathroom door swing opened followed by a loud group of girls. He pulled away and stared down at me with a smirk on his face. He put a finger to his lips as he slid his other hand into me. I leaned my head back and bit my lip to keep from screaming his name.
He leaned to whisper in my ear, his fingers going deeper inside of me. "I know you want to scream my name," he whispered huskily into my ear. "You probably even want to get caught, you naughty girl. You'd love for someone to catch me fingering you in a bathroom stall. Just like I would love for someone to catch me fucking you senseless."
I let out a loud gasp as he slowly, almost painfully, pulled his fingers out of me. I bit my lip as he wiped his wet fingers on my stomach. He knelt down, not breaking eye contact, as he used his tongue to clean my stomach. Once he had licked my entire stomach he dragged his tongue up my body, all the way to my mouth.
I accidentally let out a moan when he forced his tongue into my mouth. Luckily, the girls were talking too loudly about a group of hot frat guys that just walked into the bar to hear me.
As our tongues fought for dominance, I reached forward and snapped the waistband of his boxers. He pulled away and stared down at me with a lustful glare. I put my hands on his bare chest and pushed him back. Right before his knees were about to hit the toilet, I dropped my hands and took a step back.
With a smirk on my lips, I slid my underwear down my legs. He followed my suit, tossing his boxers over to where the rest of our clothes were bundled together in the corner. I took a step towards him and pushed him so he was sitting on the toilet. He watched closely as I reached behind me and unhooked my bra, tossing it behind me.
I walked closer to him and straddled his hips, hovering over him. I patiently waited for the girls to finish up. The longer they took, the antsier Mitch got.
When we finally heard the door close, Mitch let out an audible sigh of relief. I smirked before bringing my hips down to his, making him roughly slip into me. I continued to move my hips, causing him to pulse in and out of me.
He leaned his head back and held in a moan as I moved my hips faster. I wasn't successful at holding in my moan as he grabbed my waist, pulling me down, causing him to push even further into me.
My orgasm reached its peak when I felt him release into me. I stood up, him sliding out. I leaned down and pressed my lips to his in a passionate kiss before pulling away. I laughed at the pout on his lips.
I turned around and started rummaging through the pile to find my clothes. I slipped on my underwear and clasped my bra. I stepped into my dress and struggled to zip it. I turned around when I heard Mitch laugh.
He was finishing pulling his shirt over his head as he watched me. "Well," I sighed. "Are you just going to watch me or are you going to help?"
He sent me a playful smile before walking over and zipping up my dress. When he finished, he leaned forward and pressed a kiss to my neck. I turned around, immediately wrapping my arms around his neck. I pulled him down and pressed my lips to his.
Suddenly, Mitch pulled away. I looked at him strangely as he avoided eye contact. I bit my lip as he finally looked up at me.
"Why did you leave?" He asked, softly.
"I didn't think you would care," I said, softly. "I thought that. . ."
"That it didn't mean anything? That I was just using you or something?"
"Well, you did say you needed to let off steam," I mumbled, looking down at our feet. Mitch reached forward and used his index finger to lift up my chin.
The second we made eye contact, he pressed his lips to mine. Not in the way he kissed me the night we slept together or how he's been kissing me since he walked into the bathroom, but softer. He pulled away and pressed his forehead to mine.
"I'll be honest," he whispered. He pulled away and tucked a piece of hair behind my ear. "It started out that way. But when I woke up in bed alone, I started thinking. Probably a lot more than I should have. I started thinking about that night and all the days leading up to it. Then I started thinking about you and. . ."
He didn't finish his sentence as he just smirked. I stood on my toes and pressed my lips to his. We pulled apart, breathless.
"We should umm. . . We should probably go," I said, clearing my throat. "Do you wanna go somewhere quieter to talk?"
Mitch smirked at me before his face faltered a little. "I can't," he stuttered.
"Oh," I said, stepping around him. "I get it." I cleared my throat as I started to walk out of the stall, fixing my dress.
"Wait, Y/N. Stop." He said, grabbing my wrist and turning me around. "It's not what you think. I want to, believe me. I really want to. It's just. . . Things are complicated right now."
"Complicated?"
"Yes," he sighed. "I can't say much, but after I couldn't get a hold of you, I was recruited."
"Recruited? By who?"
"It's complicated. I just. . ." He ran his hands through his hair, frustrated. "Screw it," he mumbled.
"What?"
"I got recruited by the CIA," he said quickly. "I'm working a job right now and if we're seen together, you could get hurt."
"You're working for the CIA?" I asked, not really understanding or believing what he was saying.
"I know how this sounds," he sighed walking towards me so he was right in front of me. He gently grabbed me, slowly rubbing his hands up and down my arms. "But you just have to trust me. I can't risk you getting hurt, Y/N. I won't."
He tucked a piece of hair behind my ear before leaning forward and pressing his lips to mine. As our lips moved in sync, we heard someone walk in.
"I'll go out first," I mumbled against his lips before pulling away. "Then you can quickly walk out of the woman's restroom without getting caught." He pressed another kiss to my lips before taking a step back as I walked out of the stall.
We quickly left the bathroom, somehow avoiding catching the eye of one of the many drunk dancers.
"Hey, Y/N." He said before I could walk back to my friends. I turned around to see him smiling at me. "I'll call you when things start to calm down, okay?"
I sent him a wink before walking back to my friends, a blush forming on my cheeks.
Mitch's POV
Once Y/N had walked back to her friends, I cleared my throat and fixed my shirt as I went back to the table Hurley was still sitting at.
"You were gone a long time," he said, not looking up from the file in his hands.
"Ran into an old contact," I said glancing over at Y/N. I smirked when she looked over and noticed me watching her. I bit my lip when she sent me a wink before turning her attention back to her friends.
"Who is she?" Hurley asked looking up at Y/N from over his shoulder.
"She trained me before I joined you," I said, acting like nothing happened. I looked up as Hurley shrugged.
"She any good?" He asked, taking a sip of his beer.
"She's pretty intense."
"Hmm," he hummed. "Maybe I should talk to her. We could always use a girl like her to go undercover when we need it."
"A girl like her?" I mumbled.
Hurley kept talking, ignoring my question. "She tough? She might have to take a couple of hits."
"She can handle herself. Believe me." I cleared my throat when he looked over at me. "She's skilled. She could easily withstand her own," I added. "She could probably take down more than half of the guys back at Orion."
"Can she take you down?" He asked.
"She was training me, not trying to kill me," I shrugged. "It'd be a different story if she wanted to kill me."
He simply nodded. I looked over at him, my eyes widening as he stood up. "What are you doing?" I asked, quickly jumping up. I looked down and noticed I had grabbed his arm. I cleared my throat as I let him go.
"I'm going to go talk to her," he said with a knowing look. "Unless it's something personal."
"No, sir."
I watched as he walked over to Y/N, who was ordering alone at the bar. I bit my lip as he started talking to her. My breath got caught in my throat when she turned around and noticed me. I watched as she nodded her head before he led her over to our table.
"Rapp, I believe you know Ms. Y/F/N Y/L/N."
"Yes," I said awkwardly standing up. "Nice to see you again." She nodded, a faint blush on her cheeks.
"Y/N has agreed to help," Hurley said sending me a look. "Here is everything we know about our target." He handed her the file. She hesitated and looked at me before taking the file.
As Hurley continued to explain our operative to Y/N, I couldn't take my eyes off of her. The second a smile made its way to my lips, it fell. I was reminded of what happened the last time I got close to someone.
I wasn't going to let that happen again.