Where You Can Find Me by Fiona Cole
3
We madeour way down the narrow hallway toward the back of the building. The masses of people thinned out the further back we went, but we still passed people lingering and talking while others leaned in close to each other and made out like horny teenagers. I wondered if that was what I had looked like out on the dance floor. If so, I didn’t care.
Walking down the hall, his long, calloused fingers wrapped around mine. My pussy still throbbed, remembering those hands moving along my thighs, with my dress rubbing against my breasts.
All these things coincided with this sexual power that pushed me to ignore my fears and take a chance. So there I was, following a stranger down a dark hallway. A stranger who had just gotten me off surrounded by a hundred other people. A stranger named Jack. He stopped outside a door, and I looked up to see a sign indicating the men’s restroom. After poking his head in, he looked back at me. “It’s empty.” As soon as we stepped in, he checked under the stalls while I leaned against the door. The bathroom was nicer than I expected it to be, reminding me more of what I’d expect to see in a women’s restroom. The stalls lined the right wall, and a row of sinks lined the left. Straight ahead sat a Victorian-looking maroon couch.
“More privacy back here. Not as busy,” he said as he began walking toward me after checking the last stall. It was more like stalking toward me.
I looked up at him and took a deep, unsteady breath. His eyes were full of want and hesitance. He wanted more than what we just had, but he also wanted to make sure I wanted it too.
I wanted him to take it.
I wanted him to take me.
I took a deep breath and lifted my chin, challenging him with my eyes to come and get me.
As he approached, I took the opportunity to look him up and down for the first time. He was tall, over six feet, muscular and lean. He wore navy slacks with a white, fitted T-shirt and a brown leather bomber jacket. When my eyes reached his face again, I could see that his eyes were a bright blue. Not light, like aqua, or dark like navy, but bright, like they lit up and became this brilliant blue.
He had a smirk I was becoming accustomed to, and his nostrils flared as if he, too, was preparing himself. He removed his jacket as he reached me and threw it aside, leaning into my space and placing both hands on the door at either side of my head.
As soon as he leaned down and pressed his lips to the base of my neck, our movements were no longer slow. We exploded into action, my hips pushing forward to make contact with him, my impatient hands stroking his torso. Our movements were fueled by the passion we shared—lips crushing and bodies colliding.
His lips dragged up my neck and began to ravage my mouth. His hands moved from the door to my neck and into my hair while he drove his tongue into my mouth. God, this was the best kiss I’d ever had. He moved his tongue like a promise of things to come. I didn’t know what was going on, and I didn’t care. It was a moment, my moment, and I was taking it.
His hands ran down my body, caressing my breasts on their descent. And not a little side boob, but a full brush against the front. I jerked and moaned when his fingers dragged right across my nipples. Once his hands had reached my waist, he groaned and lifted me up. I immediately wrapped my legs around his waist as my skirt scrunched up to accommodate my spread legs.
My fingers burrowed deep into his hair. His hands moved to my ass and squeezed my cheeks, causing me to push myself forward and rub against him. We both moaned while he turned around and walked us to the open counter by the sinks, where he sat me on the edge.
Our lips finally broke apart for air. Our gasps were the only sound we made, and his eyes were glazed over with lust and hunger—I knew it echoed my own. Still making eye contact, he brought his hands up to rub my breasts, taking time to circle my nipples with his thumbs.
“Oh, god,” I whimpered as my head fell back on my shoulders.
His lips pressed directly to my ear while his hands moved from my chest to behind my neck, undoing the button holding the top of the dress together. “I wonder if these tits taste as good as your pussy.” He bit my earlobe, pulling a gasp from my parted lips. “I wonder what color your sweet nipples will be.” He bit my neck hard, causing my skin to prickle with goose bumps. “I wonder if you’ll come just from me playing with them.”
He began pulling the dress off my shoulders and down my chest. His lips followed behind the dress as it slipped off my body. Burying his lips in my cleavage, he groaned in satisfaction.
“Maybe another night though, hmm? Right now, I’m going to rip your panties off and fuck you.” His words rumbled across my breasts.
With one last tug on my dress, it dropped past my breasts, and his eyes searched mine for confirmation.
I gulped and nodded my head like an incoherent fool. Real fucking smooth.
He maintained eye contact as he lowered his lips to my nipple, but before contact, he looked down and smiled.
“Cotton candy pink. I fucking knew it.”
And then his tongue came out to flick my nipple. I shoved my chest forward, begging him for more. He wrapped a hand around my breast, bringing it to his mouth, and began tormenting me. Maybe I could come from him playing with my nipples.
He bit, sucked, and flicked.
I could barely breathe.
My hands dropped to his waist and frantically began pulling his shirt out of his pants and up his chest. He stopped for just enough time to remove his shirt. I caught a brief glimpse of a glorious chest before he was back on me. After fumbling with his belt, I shoved his pants down his hips, along with his boxer briefs, and he fell into my hand.
He was bigger than anyone I had been with. I never thought I would think that, but my fingers just barely wrapped around him. I began stroking him, feeling pre-cum leaking from the tip when I rubbed my thumb across the head.
He jerked, and with a growl, brought his hands to my knees before moving them up my thighs. His thumbs rubbed along the seam of my panties at my inner thigh before moving higher and grabbing each side in a fist. With a quick pull, he ripped them from me.
I was speechless about actually having my underwear torn off me. Sucking in a quick breath, arousal spread warmth throughout my body.
He looked up, satisfied with my reaction. With his hand at the center of my chest, he pushed me to recline back against the mirror and lean on my elbows. Searching his pocket, he pulled a condom from his wallet and tore it open with his teeth, slowly rolling it down to the base. Returning his attention to me, all the muscles in my body clenched when he shoved two fingers inside me. Once he was satisfied I was ready, he slowly removed them.
I watched his hand, with fingers wet from me, as he grabbed his dick and placed it between the lips of my pussy. Gripping both of my thighs, he shoved in with one thrust.
Pushing until I felt his balls touching my ass, he whispered, “Fuck, you’re tight. So wet.”
It was tight. I hadn’t been with anyone in a while, and he was big, so it was laced with pain.
But the pain radiated from my core and slowly shifted to pleasure, tingling my limbs.
He pulled out and shoved back in all the way. With each thrust, he began to pick up pace. He used everything he had to get me there. His thumb on my clit, his mouth on my nipples, his eyes watching us together, and his dirty words.
I could barely stand any of it; it was too much. He was beautiful and sculpted and pounding into me like a man on the edge of losing control. His parted lips drew my eyes as he breathed heavily through each thrust. The building feelings became too much, and I closed my eyes, becoming so lost in the moment that I almost didn’t register the man who walked in through the door.
I jerked up and tried to cover my chest, but Jack pushed me back into my laid back position, leaving me exposed. Holy fucking shit! “Jack!”
His blue eyes had darkened from desire, and they remained focused on me, intent that I listen to him. “Stay put. We’re not done yet.”
The guy leaned against the wall by the door, looking like he was going to enjoy the show. And Jack didn’t even stop pushing into me. He grabbed onto my thigh, holding me in place. My breaths started coming fast as my mind raced to try and keep up with the situation. My eyes flicked from the newcomer to Jack, frantic to understand. Even through my panic, I still felt every sensation of Jack moving in and out of me, immediately followed by a new sensation of feeling this stranger’s eyes rest heavily on me. My mind couldn’t process the overload.
“Get the fuck out, asshole!” Jack growled, barely sparing the guy a glance.
The guy chuckled and stood from his position against the wall. I glanced at him, noticing his uniquely gray-blue eyes. They were in sharp contrast to his short, dark blond hair. What the hell are you thinking, Lu? “C’mon, man. Don’t you want any help? Look at those thighs wrapped tight around you. And look at those tits bounce with every thrust. I could let her lay against me and play with those pale pink nipples.” He made grabbing motions with his hands out in front of him, and a perverted smile formed on his full lips. His deep voice sent an extra current of attraction through me, further solidifying my insanity.
I half-heartedly struggled to cover myself because a part of me relished in the heat of his roaming eyes. A small, insane part of my mind found this creeper attractive, and I immediately shut it down. I didn’t know who I was in this moment, and I closed my eyes, trying to block something, anything out.
Jack raised his voice as his impatience ran thin. “I said to get the fuck out!”
“C’mon J—”
Finally giving the guy his full attention, Jack yelled, “Get out before I beat the shit out of you!”
The guy raised his hands up in defeat and moved toward the door. Even I tensed at his raised voice. “All right, all right. I’m out.” He left with one last parting wink and a look at my chest.
Jack swiped his finger across my clit and brought my attention back to him. His eyes shined and looked at me as though he’d discovered a secret I kept hidden. His eyes creased with a smile in an “ah-ha” moment. I tried to school my face into one of innocence.
“You fucking loved it, didn’t you?”
“N-no! Of course not,” I stuttered.
“Yes, you did. You love that he watched you. You love that he wanted you.” He pulled me up until we were eye to eye with my arms around his neck, my breasts pressed against his hard chest. He kissed up my neck to my ear and whispered, “Look at the hot little exhibitionist I found.” Heat crept into my cheeks as shame filled my chest. Fuck, he must have thought I was some easy freak that always hooked up with strangers. “Don’t be ashamed. Go ahead, imagine he’s watching my dick claim you with each thrust.” He reached between us and rubbed my clit in tight circles.
I felt my orgasm coming. Not even the interruption could have slowed us down. It only made the heat between us hotter. He thrust harder and harder, bringing me closer, but his touch to my clit wasn’t enough. I needed more, and he intentionally held me back.
“Admit it. Admit it, and I’ll let you come. Tell me you loved having him watch you.”
I didn’t want to. I couldn’t. There was having sex with a stranger, and then there was admitting something about yourself you didn’t even know how to process. He pulled his hand away and slowed his movements, causing a panic to bloom in my chest. I was so close. We had come too far to stop now.
“Don’t stop. Please!” He looked at me with an eyebrow raised, awaiting my answer, and I cracked. “YES!” I shouted. “Yes, I liked it. I liked him wanting me. I liked him watching you fuck me. Are you happy, JACK!?”
“Fuck, yes!”
His pace picked up, and his thumb returned to my clit. The bathroom filled with our moans and the slapping sounds of our bodies coming together with each thrust. The moment he roughly pinched my clit, I began to come. I felt everything in my body clench tight in anticipation of falling over. A moan was torn from my chest as I lost my breath. I felt it everywhere. I became light-headed as a tingling spread through my fingers and toes, black spots dancing in front of my eyes. “Jack!”
Jack buried his head in my neck and groaned as he came. We both clung to each other, gasping for breath, holding onto the moment neither one of us seemed to want to let go.
I wanted to say something profound for what had just happened, but I couldn’t think. I didn’t want to. I was saved from formulating the appropriate comment when Jack spoke first.
“We better get dressed before someone else comes in.” He slowly pulled out and removed the condom, tossing it in the trash.
I cooled down instantly, the rush of power that carried me through the night earlier replaced with an awkward clumsiness. It resembled any other rush or high; while it was happening, nothing could go wrong, you could do no wrong—all decisions were the right ones. But when the high receded, you were left with an aftermath you were unsure of what to do with.
Fuck! What do I do with this?
Once he was done getting dressed, he helped me fasten my dress. My eyes remained glued to the floor, unable to look up at him.
He placed his hands on my cheeks and lifted my face, probably seeing the panic and questions. “Hey, it’s okay.” His simple words rang of deep sincerity.
His eyes sent a small measure of calm through me. They held both satisfaction and curiosity. Almost like he was amused by my nervousness and wondering what I was going to do about it.
“Can I get your name?” he asked with a chuckle.
I paused. Hesitating for some unknown reason. Probably from shame since he still didn’t know it.
He raised his eyebrows, encouraging me to answer.
“Luella,” I whispered.
His smile grew as he held a hand out to me as if offering to shake it. “Well, hi, Luella. I’m Jack. It’s nice to officially meet you.”
I placed my hand in his as the door opened again. I stepped away from Jack, not wanting a repeat performance.
“Oh, shit, man. Sorry. I didn’t mean to mess you up,” the guy stated with a drunken laugh backing up to the door.
“No, no. That’s okay. We were just talking. I’m leaving now.” I rushed out the door with a parting “thank you” to Jack. He called out my name, but I was officially crashing from my high. My body began trembling, and I knew I needed to get the hell out. Now.
I was graced in that moment because Evie was with her catch of the night, making out by the entryway. I quickly grabbed her shoulder and let her know I wasn’t feeling well and was going home.
She offered to accompany me, but I didn’t want to ruin her night. With a hug and good luck wishes, we parted ways.
Once I arrived home, I decided right away not to shower. While I was freaked about what I had done, I was not ready to wash it away just yet. So with the smell of sex clinging to me, I fell asleep dreaming of bright eyes and dirty words.