2. Definitely memorable

This chapter is SMUT!

The fabric rips loud, and my skin is suddenly bare and cold. I shiver, looking right at him. His eyes are dark and hungry, burning me up.

“I’m sorry, I just need to be inside you right now,” he breathes.

His hips press against mine, his hard-on demanding space. The wall digs into my back, but I don’t care. I just pull his head down and kiss him again.

He takes my mouth hard. I suck on his tongue, pulling him closer, wanting him to feel how much I need this. A deep, rough groan rumbles in his chest, vibrating right into my mouth.

His hand, the one that has just torn my panties now slides between my legs, fingers brushing against my damp curls. A gasp tears from my throat as his thumb finds my clit, circling the sensitive nub with excruciating slowness.

Electric currents shoot through me, making my knees weak. I cling to him, legs trembling, the wall the only thing holding me upright.

“So fucking wet for me, Pretty Sin,” he rasps against my mouth, his fingers moving with a deliberate rhythm that drives me insane. My hips instinctively buck, chasing the delicious pressure. His thumb presses harder, then drags down, teasing the slick entrance to my pussy.

My core clenches, a tight, aching knot of need. I want him to slide in, to fill me, to take away this unbearable longing.

“Please,” I whimper, the word muffled against his lips, barely audible over the thumping bass of the club music filtering through the thin wall.

He pulls back just enough to look into my eyes, his own pupils blown wide with lust. A faint sheen of sweat covers his brow, his dark hair falling across his forehead. He is an animal, raw and untamed, and I am utterly captivated. He moves his hips, pressing the hard ridge of his cock against my clit, a blunt, exquisite torture.

“Tell me you want it,” he rough voice demands

“I want it,” I confess, my voice shaky, almost unrecognizable. “I want you.”

A smirk plays on his lips as he tears his mouth from mine, leaving my lips tingling and swollen. His hand, still between my legs, moves with renewed purpose. He hooks a finger inside me, slicking it with my own wetness, then pushes, stretching me gently. A sigh escapes me, a long, drawn-out sound of pure pleasure.

Another finger joins the first, then a third, slowly, deliberately, stretching my tight folds. My pussy pulses around his fingers, contracting and relaxing, begging for more.

“So tight,” he murmurs, his breath hot against my ear, sending shivers down my spine. “So ready.”

He pulls his fingers out with a wet sound, leaving me momentarily bereft. My hips thrust forward, trying to reclaim the sensation, but he is already moving. He fumbles with his jeans, and I watch, mesmerized, as he frees himself.

And then I see it. Thick, dark, and already glistening with pre-cum, his cock springs free, standing proud and heavy. A nervous flutter mixes with the searing desire in my belly.

Reid’s cruel words about my body, the way he called me unattractive try to worm their way into my mind, but the sight of this man’s undeniable arousal, his fierce gaze locked on me obliterates them. This man wants me. I did that.

He grabs my thighs, lifting them, wrapping my legs around his waist. My skirt rides up, bunching around my hips, leaving me completely exposed. My bare ass presses against the cool, rough wall. He adjusts himself, aligning his swollen head with my wet, throbbing entrance. My clit tingles, desperate for contact.

“Look at me, pretty sin” he commands, his voice deep, vibrating through me.

My eyes meet his, wide and vulnerable. I see a reflection of my own insatiable hunger in his depth. The tip of his cock nudges against my folds, finding the slick opening. A gasp escapes my lips as the first inch stretches me, a delicious pressure building. I tighten around him, my muscles clenching, trying to draw him in faster.

“Easy, baby,” he breathes, his voice strained with effort and pleasure. He pauses, letting me adjust, letting my body accept this new invasion. He is thick, filling me in a way I didn’t know was possible. My pussy stretches, a pleasant ache spreading through my core.

Then he pushes again, a slow, insistent thrust that brings him deeper. I cry out, a soft guttural sound as he breaches my inner walls. The sensation is overwhelming, a glorious fullness that steals my breath. He is inside me completely, utterly filling every inch.

My body convulses around him, my pussy clenching, milking his shaft. He groans, a deep, satisfied sound as he buries himself to the hilt. My legs tighten around his waist, my heels digging into his lower back, pulling him even closer, if that is possible. Our hips slap together as he begins to move, with a slow rhythm pulling out almost completely, then plunging back in, each thrust deeper, more insistent than the last.

“Oh, God,” I moan, my head falling back against the wall, eyes fluttering shut. The sensation is too much, too good. His cock is a perfect fit, stretching me deliciously, rubbing against my G-spot with every thrust. My clit, still exposed, throbs with a desperate need, almost begging for direct contact.

“You feel incredible,” he grits out, his voice choked. “So freaking good.”

I start moving with him, matching his pace. The friction grows hot and slick. My pussy clutches him, refusing to let go. The climax builds fast, a tight coil in my gut.

He speeds up, his thrusts becoming frantic. His balls slap against my ass with every pump. I wrap my arms around his neck, pressing my chest to his, feeling his heart hammer against my ribs.

“I’m close,” I gasp, the words tearing out.

He doesn’t answer, just pushes harder, faster, driving me over the edge. My vision blurs. All I see is his face, strained with lust.

“Come for me, baby,” he orders. “Let go.”

I scream, a raw, guttural sound. My back arches. My body seizes, clenching tight around his cock, milking him dry.

He roars, his body going stiff. He thrusts one last, powerful time, burying himself deep as he comes. Hot cum floods me, a primal warmth that makes my toes curl.

We stay like that, stuck together, breathing hard. He is heavy inside me. The world outside is silent.

He pulls out with a wet, sucking sound. My legs, still around his waist, feel like water. He lowers me gently, but I lean against him, completely weak.

“Wow,” I whisper, my voice cracked.

He grins, wiping a tear from my cheek. “Wow, indeed, Pretty Sin.” He kisses my swollen lips, soft this time. “That was… something else.”

I don’t say anything, just stand there shaking. I have just had the best sex of my life against a public bathroom wall with a man whose name I don’t know.

He steps back, putting distance between us. My body instantly misses his heat. He glances down at the floor, then at my skirt.

“I think we made a bit of a mess,” he chuckles. He reaches down and picks up the shredded lace of my panties. He smirks and tucks the proof into his jeans pocket.

My cheeks burn. “I guess so.”

“You should probably fix your skirt,” he suggests.

I fumble with the fabric, pulling it down. My hands are still shaking.

“Are you okay?” he asks, his voice suddenly serious.

I nod, taking a shaky breath. “Yeah. Yeah, I’m great.” I manage a wobbly smile. “Better than great, actually.”

“Good.” He pauses, looking me over. “I should probably let you get back to your friends.”

The real world hits me like a slap. Gemma. The club. It feels miles away.

“Right,” I say, trying to sound normal. I know this is the end. He will walk out, and I’ll never see him again.

“It was… memorable,” he says, a slow smile spreading across his face.

“Definitely memorable,” I agree.

He turns and walks away, disappearing around the corner. I stand there, leaning against the wall, smelling his cologne and the sharp scent of sex. My legs feel like rubber, but my head is clear now. Very aware of what I just did.