“Did your pretty cunt miss me?” He strokes my swollen lips with his thumb—the movement so similar to how he stroked my clit. The smell of me on him makes the pressure low in my stomach riot. “I bet she did. She’s dripping just for me. I can’t tell you how hungry I am after last time. There’s nothing I want more than to get another taste, but if I’m not inside you in the next two seconds, I think I might die.”
He moves his hand up and down on mine, his cock hardening further in my hands. The tip is leaking, and my mouth waters as I imagine bending down and licking it up.
“And she’s going to take everything I give her, isn’t she?She’s going to take my cock like the goodfuckinggirl she is,” he bites out as I pump his length up and down.
I watch as more pre-cum wets the tip and he rubs it over himself before putting that finger to my mouth. His eyes blow wide as I wrap my lips around it as if it were his cock.
“As much as I would love to see you on your knees for me, pretty girl, I can’t go one more second without feeling you squeeze the life out of my cock.”
I nod my head, unable to find the words for just how much I want this. I pump my hand a few more times before I see the last of his resolve finally snap and he pulls my hair at the nape of my neck.
He forces my gaze up directly into his as he steps into me, and my hand drops as he spits on himself. With his other hand, he reaches up and gently grabs my face, forcing my mouth open before he leans down and spits in my mouth. His hand on my neck forces my head down, and I immediately obey his silent command. I spit on his dick, watching as a mix of us drips off him, glistening under the low lights as he lines himself up to my opening.
I brace myself against the counter and stare into his eyes as he slides into me. His hand comes to my throat, grip tight but soft enough to feel my heart crack at the tenderness he holds me with. A smirk forms on his face as he stares at his big, tattooed hand wrapped around my throat—the wordspretty girlinked between his thumb and forefinger that wrap around me like a collar.
I’m so wet, it doesn’t take much before he’s fully seated inside me. My eyes fall closed and a groan makes its way out of my throat. It feels like coming home and I almost cry at how right this feels. As if Kane was made to be mine, our bodies molding together perfectly.
“Look at me,” Kane demands, husky as he slowly starts to move inside me.
He stares at me as he slowly brings his hands up my waist, pulling my top with them until my breasts pop out from under my shirt and he can grab fistfuls of them, groaning at the sight. I’m braless under my crop top—the bra felt too restrictive earlier—and I silently thank past me for forgoing it while he stares at me. He’s still inside me as the heat in my stomach becomes unbearable. My hips try to move on their own, desperate for some sort of friction.
I look up to see Kane staring at me as if I’m the very reason he exists. His hazel eyes are blown wide with a look of awe on his face. I can feel his eyes drag down the side of my neck to the small butterfly tattoo I got last year with him—a symbol for the freedom I felt in that moment breaking free from the chains my parents shackled me to. His gaze makes its way to my bare breasts, then down my stomach until he finally gets to where he’s fully seated inside me.
“You’re so beautiful, baby,” he whimpers softly, making my heart clench. “Now hold on while I fuck every thought of any other man out of you.”
He pulls all the way out then slams into me. A cry leaves my lips as he moves at a punishing pace.
The bathroom fills with the sounds of us coming together—slapping skin, moans, and those beautiful soft grunts he lets out. I wish I could bottle these sounds and take them with me. I could live my whole life knowing I found true happiness once upon a time and be okay. I feel selfish for not bothering to quiet the sounds I’m making, hoping the whole bar hears us.
“Look at us. Look behind you and see how thoroughly I wreck you. You think anyone else on this earth can give you exactly what you need? That we weren’t made for eachother? Do you think that anyone else could ever be enough?” he grunts as I turn my head and watch as he slams into me repeatedly.
I pull myself back to face Kane and grab his hair, bringing his lips to mine. I feel my orgasm start to crest.
“No one will fuck you like I do. No one else knows exactly how to make those pretty legs shake the way I do. And when you start moaning deep, I know this pretty pussy is about to come for me,” he rasps against my lips, slamming into me relentlessly while he caresses the back of my head.
Tension coils tighter in my belly, and Kane notices how close I am as he removes one hand from my waist and starts to circle my clit, giving me that extra bit of stimulation I need. His other hand drops to my back to keep me in place as he continues his assault.
I can feel him inside me—a perfect fit, long and thick—as the tip of him rubs my upper walls, just as he promised, causing my legs to shake.
“Come for me, baby. Show me how much you love me fucking this cunt. Show me what only I can do to you,” he demands, pulling me in for a kiss. His tongue dives into my mouth, mimicking the circles he makes with his fingers. “Let everyone hear what a good fucking girl you are for me. My dirty fucking girl, getting fucked in the bathroom while her date is waiting for her.”
His hand goes back to my throat as I try to hold myself up. I come suddenly, and the whole bathroom disappears as stars explode behind my eyes. The shockwaves of my orgasm go on forever, the feeling I’d been missing the last time Kane and I were together.
Slowly, I feel my body come back down from the high and notice Kane is staring at me with so much tenderness I feel like I need to look away, but I’m snared in his gaze.
With three final pumps, Kane comes on a groan that fills the bathroom. He stills inside me and grabs my face on both sides before he brings his lips to mine. He kisses me so gently my heart cracks in the middle.
After a few slow kisses, he pulls out of me completely and a hiss leaves my lips, the feeling of emptiness returning with the loss of him. He grabs a few paper towels and wets them before he cleans me up. When his cum begins leaking back out of me, he takes two fingers and pushes it back in. A moan makes its way up my throat and out of my mouth at the unexpected intrusion. He looks up at me—no shame on his face and fucking smirks while he throws the paper towel in the trash next to me.
He tucks himself back into his pants as I duck my chin. Confusion whirls in me at how in one moment he’s fucking me without abandon and then cleaning me up as if I’m the most precious thing he’s ever seen.
We stare at each other as if any words would break this fragile moment between us. He helps me pull my top up and right my skirt. We stay locked in each other’s gaze until three sharp bangs against the bathroom door jerk me back to the present.
Oh my god, I just fucked Kane—my ex-boyfriend—in the bathroom of the bar where he works. I duck my head and go to rush past Kane, but he grabs my wrist and spins me to face him.
“Ave… I…” he begins, an unreadable look on his face that has replaced any tenderness I thought I saw.
Unable to bear hearing him say it was a mistake, I slide my hand into his, squeeze once, then drop his hand and steel my spine.
