“This is your fault. Fucking flirting with another guy in front of me, practically offering up your pu**y to him. But it’s not yours to give away, is it?” he asked in a condescending tone.
His fingers were still lodged in my mouth, rendering me unable to respond, but I managed to get out an almost “no.”
“That’s right, baby, it’s not. Your f**king pu**y belongs to me, and I’m going to make sure everyone knows that it’s taken.”
My head was foggy as he pounded into me. I couldn’t tell which way was up. I didn’t care we were in a dirty bar bathroom, or that people could probably hear us. All I cared about was him and the way he made my body sing. Only for him.
“Oh, shit! Baby, I’m so close,” he grunted. “Are you close?”
I hummed around his fingers, my eyes locked on his.
“That’s what I thought.”
He smirked before pulling out. I cried out at the sudden loss, almost sobbing as I had been a few strokes away from my orgasm.
“On your knees,” he commanded, tugging on my jaw, drawing me down from the counter.
Once I was kneeling in front of him, the fingers in my mouth moved to my hair. He grabbed a fistful of my locks and yanked my head back so I was looking up at him, my jaw going slack from the angle. His breath was erratic as he smacked his c**k against my bottom lip, the tip running across my lips and cheeks.
“You like that? Fucking dirty girl. Look at you, f**king me in the bathroom of a bar then begging to suck my cock.”
His fist pumped his shaft at a furious pace. He relaxed his motions and tilted his hips forward, pushing the head to my lips. I began sucking on the tip, licking anywhere I could, tasting myself on him. His eyes were dark and glazed as he stared down at me.
Pulling harder on my hair, he detached my lips from his dick. His stroking resumed, letting the tip bounce on my lower lip. His fingers flexed around my hair, holding me in place. His whole body tensed and his face screwed up in a look of pain. A strangled cry left his lips as I felt the first warm drops hit my lips and cheek.
He repositioned it so the next few streams landed on my chest and neck. His eyes were hooded as he freed my hair and used his hand and c**k to move his come around on my skin. He had a loopy grin on his face as he rubbed it in, all over my neck, and any exposed parts of my chest. Even the come on my face he rubbed in until it was all dry.
I licked my lips to get the drops that had landed, tasting his salty tang. It was obvious he liked that, and placed his c**k in front of my mouth. I greedily sucked him in, making sure to get all of the remaining fluid.
“What was that all about?” I asked as I released him.
He smirked as he pulled his pants back up and tucked everything back into place. “Now you smell like me.”
“What?”
He leaned down, nipping at my ear lobe. “When you go back out there, any guy who comes close will smell my jizz on you.”
My eyes widened, and heat rose on my skin. I righted my clothing and turned to check the mirror. My eyes were bright, my skin flushed, and my pu**y twitched, still aching for release.
“Have fun, Honeybear,” he said with a wink, a kiss to my forehead, and slap on my ass as he walked back out the door.
Once he left, I pulled out a paper towel from the dispenser and got it wet. I worked to clean the come off my jaw, chin, and cheeks, but stopped there. The paper towels were empty and it was everywhere. I hoped it wasn’t as noticeable as he implied, and sighed in defeat; he’d won after all.
My gaze returned to the mirror as I readjusted my dress and hair. After a moment of trying to calm down, I decided I didn’t look like I had just been f**ked and headed back out to the bar.
“About time, I was about to send in a rescue crew,” Andrew joked when I returned to my seat.
“Sorry, I…really had to go.” The lie seemed apparent, even to my own ears. It was then that I realized I never did get to use the restroom the way I had intended.
“Okay…”
We started to chat about his first day and how it went. It had been enjoyable enough. He was happy to have left Lerner, Sorenson, and Martin, and return to Holloway and Holloway. He lamented having turned down their offer during our internship together.
My pu**y was still begging for release, and I wondered if it was like blue balls for men. I was crawling out of my skin. I needed to leave. I needed to find Nathan and yell at him for leaving me in such a state before I f**ked his brains out into the morning.
Drew leaned in to say something, his face inches from mine when he said the unimaginable. “What’s that smell?”
“Smell?” I questioned. My nerves were shot. Please, no. Please, no.
Andrew sniffed around. “Yeah, well, you wouldn’t notice. It smells like…” He leaned closer to whisper in my ear. “It smells like come.”
It was my turn for my eyes to widen. My mouth dropped open in disbelief that Nathan had been correct. Men could smell him.
“I…well… It is a dive bar.”
Andrew stared at me. “Don’t tell me it’s coming from you.” Silence surrounded us, and I had no idea how to respond. “Is that what took you so long in the bathroom? Letting some random guy get his rocks off all over you?”
My embarrassment switched to anger. I did not like his implications. “You know what, Andrew, what I do is no longer any of your concern.”
Andrew’s eyes darted around the bar, looking for the guilty party. “So my friend getting f**ked in a bathroom by some stranger is none of my concern? Who is the c**k sucker?”
“Technically, I’m the c**k sucker.” I gave him a sweet smile. “Just so you know it wasn’t some random guy. I don’t need you to come in here and play big brother, or knight. It’s my business, not yours.”
With that I stood, threw a twenty on the bar and walked out.
I walked home as fast as my legs would carry me and stepped into an awaiting elevator. My fingers hit the button for the fourteenth floor over and over in my agitation. After a few minutes, I arrived at his door and began pounding. I was not going to use my key; he was coming to me.
It took him a moment to get the door opened and when it did, he stared at me in surprise.
I launched myself at him, pushing him against the wall as the door clicked closed behind me. “You, sir, are a f**king bastard.”
CHAPTER 13
His fingers were still lodged in my mouth, rendering me unable to respond, but I managed to get out an almost “no.”
“That’s right, baby, it’s not. Your f**king pu**y belongs to me, and I’m going to make sure everyone knows that it’s taken.”
My head was foggy as he pounded into me. I couldn’t tell which way was up. I didn’t care we were in a dirty bar bathroom, or that people could probably hear us. All I cared about was him and the way he made my body sing. Only for him.
“Oh, shit! Baby, I’m so close,” he grunted. “Are you close?”
I hummed around his fingers, my eyes locked on his.
“That’s what I thought.”
He smirked before pulling out. I cried out at the sudden loss, almost sobbing as I had been a few strokes away from my orgasm.
“On your knees,” he commanded, tugging on my jaw, drawing me down from the counter.
Once I was kneeling in front of him, the fingers in my mouth moved to my hair. He grabbed a fistful of my locks and yanked my head back so I was looking up at him, my jaw going slack from the angle. His breath was erratic as he smacked his c**k against my bottom lip, the tip running across my lips and cheeks.
“You like that? Fucking dirty girl. Look at you, f**king me in the bathroom of a bar then begging to suck my cock.”
His fist pumped his shaft at a furious pace. He relaxed his motions and tilted his hips forward, pushing the head to my lips. I began sucking on the tip, licking anywhere I could, tasting myself on him. His eyes were dark and glazed as he stared down at me.
Pulling harder on my hair, he detached my lips from his dick. His stroking resumed, letting the tip bounce on my lower lip. His fingers flexed around my hair, holding me in place. His whole body tensed and his face screwed up in a look of pain. A strangled cry left his lips as I felt the first warm drops hit my lips and cheek.
He repositioned it so the next few streams landed on my chest and neck. His eyes were hooded as he freed my hair and used his hand and c**k to move his come around on my skin. He had a loopy grin on his face as he rubbed it in, all over my neck, and any exposed parts of my chest. Even the come on my face he rubbed in until it was all dry.
I licked my lips to get the drops that had landed, tasting his salty tang. It was obvious he liked that, and placed his c**k in front of my mouth. I greedily sucked him in, making sure to get all of the remaining fluid.
“What was that all about?” I asked as I released him.
He smirked as he pulled his pants back up and tucked everything back into place. “Now you smell like me.”
“What?”
He leaned down, nipping at my ear lobe. “When you go back out there, any guy who comes close will smell my jizz on you.”
My eyes widened, and heat rose on my skin. I righted my clothing and turned to check the mirror. My eyes were bright, my skin flushed, and my pu**y twitched, still aching for release.
“Have fun, Honeybear,” he said with a wink, a kiss to my forehead, and slap on my ass as he walked back out the door.
Once he left, I pulled out a paper towel from the dispenser and got it wet. I worked to clean the come off my jaw, chin, and cheeks, but stopped there. The paper towels were empty and it was everywhere. I hoped it wasn’t as noticeable as he implied, and sighed in defeat; he’d won after all.
My gaze returned to the mirror as I readjusted my dress and hair. After a moment of trying to calm down, I decided I didn’t look like I had just been f**ked and headed back out to the bar.
“About time, I was about to send in a rescue crew,” Andrew joked when I returned to my seat.
“Sorry, I…really had to go.” The lie seemed apparent, even to my own ears. It was then that I realized I never did get to use the restroom the way I had intended.
“Okay…”
We started to chat about his first day and how it went. It had been enjoyable enough. He was happy to have left Lerner, Sorenson, and Martin, and return to Holloway and Holloway. He lamented having turned down their offer during our internship together.
My pu**y was still begging for release, and I wondered if it was like blue balls for men. I was crawling out of my skin. I needed to leave. I needed to find Nathan and yell at him for leaving me in such a state before I f**ked his brains out into the morning.
Drew leaned in to say something, his face inches from mine when he said the unimaginable. “What’s that smell?”
“Smell?” I questioned. My nerves were shot. Please, no. Please, no.
Andrew sniffed around. “Yeah, well, you wouldn’t notice. It smells like…” He leaned closer to whisper in my ear. “It smells like come.”
It was my turn for my eyes to widen. My mouth dropped open in disbelief that Nathan had been correct. Men could smell him.
“I…well… It is a dive bar.”
Andrew stared at me. “Don’t tell me it’s coming from you.” Silence surrounded us, and I had no idea how to respond. “Is that what took you so long in the bathroom? Letting some random guy get his rocks off all over you?”
My embarrassment switched to anger. I did not like his implications. “You know what, Andrew, what I do is no longer any of your concern.”
Andrew’s eyes darted around the bar, looking for the guilty party. “So my friend getting f**ked in a bathroom by some stranger is none of my concern? Who is the c**k sucker?”
“Technically, I’m the c**k sucker.” I gave him a sweet smile. “Just so you know it wasn’t some random guy. I don’t need you to come in here and play big brother, or knight. It’s my business, not yours.”
With that I stood, threw a twenty on the bar and walked out.
I walked home as fast as my legs would carry me and stepped into an awaiting elevator. My fingers hit the button for the fourteenth floor over and over in my agitation. After a few minutes, I arrived at his door and began pounding. I was not going to use my key; he was coming to me.
It took him a moment to get the door opened and when it did, he stared at me in surprise.
I launched myself at him, pushing him against the wall as the door clicked closed behind me. “You, sir, are a f**king bastard.”
CHAPTER 13
