Page 37 of Your Biggest Downfall
He reached around and grabbed the front of my thigh with one hand. “Hold still,” he said as the edge of the credit card moved around my butt.
I looked down at the toilet I was still holding. I stuck my ass out for good measure and arched my back to give him an even surface to work with.
Smack.“God damn, Nova. Where the fuck did you come from?”
He trailed his fingers down my butt, and I let out an unintentionally loud moan. I rolled my head down, and my curls followed.
“Come on, Austin. I need something. This is what you wanted when you invited me here. A good time, then fucking give it tome because standing in this position arched over the toilet isn’t what I wanted,” I demanded, but he only chuckled.
The noise from the dance floor suddenly grew louder.
“Did you hear that?” I asked, turning around.
“You look good when you’re pouting.” Austin laughed.
“No, seriously. Shut up.” I cocked my head again but didn’t hear anything anymore.
“You’re being paranoid,” he told me.
Yeah. That must’ve been it. I looked down at the stall next to me, and I thought I saw a black shadow moving around.
“Stop moving around,” Austin demanded.
My tits were practically out. My ass was up toward the ceiling. Austin’s face was in the middle of my ass cheeks.
Who was I?
I wasn’t going to be able to hold still. I wanted to grind into him. I wanted to feel him against me.
Not in a bathroom. Go back to his apartment.
No. I needed him. Fucking now. The tip of the bill touched my skin, and he moved it across my lower back.
He held my thighs as he straightened. “Good girl,” he whispered.
I was fucking dying, and my clit was on fire, desperate for something to touch it. I pushed back against his cock, hoping that the strain of his dick in his pants would give me something to grind on.
“Let me chase this high. You’re fucking anxious,” Austin said from behind me. His wet tongue landed on the smooth skin of my ass, and he licked the remaining powder off me.
Whyyyyyy is my clit still on fire?
Austin pushed my underwear aside and drove his fingers inside me.
“Thank god,” I moaned.
“You’re fucking soaked, Supernova.”
“Come join me on this ride to outer space,” I murmured cringingly.
He huffed out a breath. “That’s right, baby. Let’s run away together.”
He moved his fingers like he was digging for fucking gold, and he pressed my sensitive nub with his thumb.
“I’ll go anywhere you want if you fucking let me come,” I cried.
Sweat trickled down my forehead. This was fucking amazing. His touch electrified me. I wanted to ride on him. I wanted him to take me for the first time because I was desperately chasing euphoria at this point, and my mind had convinced me he could take me there.
His thumb flicked against my clit as he rhythmically thrust his fingers in and out, and I rocked my hips to the motion of his hand. I was a virgin, but I had hooked up with men before. This? This was fucking phenomenal.
