He could feel my hole clamp down and pulse from where his thumb was lodged, and instead of pulling away, he pressed in further, pulling out slightly only to push in again. It was like some weird combination of panic, pleasure, and complete system override. But his thumb pressed at an angle, right against my hole, that made my knees buckle slightly. It was like some weird combination of panic, pleasure, and complete system override. I heard one of the guys from down the row yell, “Hey, save some romance for the honeymoon!”
Laughter broke out, and I wanted to melt into the tile. “You want me to get your back?”
I knew I could say no. I picked the most inconspicuous spot I could find, hoping to disappear into the tile. I leaned against the cool tile wall, trying to catch my breath and make sense of what had just happened.
