With wide eyes, I stared back at him, a smile curling my lips upward.
He was thick and long, and every bit as magnificent as I imagined him to be after seeing him at the bar, hard and ready for me earlier. Feeling him in my hand was an entirely different experience though, and I gripped him tight, stroking him a few times. As I jacked him off, he let out a soft moan and his eyes rolled back in his head.
My hand glided across his smooth skin, moving up and down his thick shaft. I watched the look of absolute pleasure roll across his face and just seeing that raw hunger in his eyes got me even wetter.
“Fuck me,” he growled.
“Yes, please,” I teased.
His eyes flew open and stared at me for a long second, his eyes burning with desire. There was so much heat in those deep, brown eyes of his, that it made the room around us feel even warmer. Sweat continued to build along my brow as he looked me up and down, drinking me in with his eyes. The pure lust I saw in his face made me quiver and weak in the knees. There was no doubt in my mind what he wanted to do with me – and I welcomed it wholeheartedly.
With his pants slipped down to his hips, he stepped toward the sink and pressed himself into me. His hard cock pressed against the warm wet center of me, fueling my own need. My panties kept him from entering me, but that was it. His hard cock pushed against the silky material, nearly slipping into me anyway. He groaned, a sound of ragged desperation rolling through his body. He kissed me long and hard as he reached down and slipped my panties aside. Then, with one, deep thrust, he parted my lips and buried himself into my warm, wet folds.
I cried out as he filled me up, a mix of pleasure and pain as he stretched me wide open and filled me up with his rigid cock. As the sensations rolled through my body, I let my head fall forward, resting it on his shoulder as my body got used to his size. He paused, giving us both a moment to adjust; a moment both of us spent enjoying the sensation of our bodies being united. When I looked into his eyes, he gave me a small grin and started rocking back and forth. Slowly, he slid from my depths, his cock sliding out almost completely, before he pumped his hips and pounded that stiff prick back into me, making the sink vanity shake like we were having an earthquake.
I wrapped my arms around Chase's neck, and my legs around his waist. I held on for dear life as he fucked me right there on the sink, pounding himself into me over and over again. My body adjusted to his in no time, taking his length and girth with ease, and soon enough, we were going at it hard and fast.
I bit down on his shoulder to drown out the screams that were building inside of me. It was probably unnecessary, given that my cries would probably be drowned out by the loud country music playing in the bar outside the bathroom door. Still, I wasn't going to take any chances. I shuddered hard, tightening my grip around his body, feeling utterly lost in the moment and controlled by the pleasure coursing through me. As he moved inside of me, it felt like me every nerve ending was on fire.
“Yes, Chase, oh God,” I muttered, lifting my head and nibbling along his neck.
The scruff of his beard rubbed against my face, and I closed my eyes, breathing in his musky scent, feeling the passion exploding in me like bombs going off. His breathing was heavy and ragged as he continued fucking me with such precision and yet, such desperation. He grunted and groaned, a deep, rumbling sound in his throat, and I knew he was close.
As was I.
My pussy tightened around him as my climax hit me hard, making me push myself forward against him, taking that hard, glorious cock even deeper inside of me. Chase's lips met mine and I poured all my screams and cries of ecstasy into his mouth. He continued pumping his hips, making my legs quiver with the shockwaves of sensations moving through me.
Chase was also starting to tremble and there was a fevered, almost frantic look in his eyes. He held my hips down against the vanity with his large, calloused hands, as he thrust into me one last time. His mouth pulled away from mine, and I looked him in the eye as he grimaced and groaned.
“Oh, fuck yes,” he croaked. “Fuck yes, Abby.”
I knew there was no turning back. I felt his cock stiffen even more, a moment before it began to throb and pulse. He exploded inside of me, filling me with his hot, sticky seed. Together, we rode out the waves of pleasure consuming us, coming hard and loud, not even caring if anyone outside the bathroom heard us or not. All that mattered was the feeling. The sensation. The pleasure.
My body was still shaking when he slipped out of me, a warm rush of fluid following him, and his cock going flaccid against his body. He pulled up his pants and barely looked at me, seeming almost embarrassed or shy. But, when he did finally look at me, his eyes were wide and filled with both shock and fear.
“I'm sorry, Abby,” he said. “I shouldn't have – ”
I reached out to him, taking his cheek in my hand. “Chase, it's fine,” I said. “I wanted it. You have nothing to be sorry about.”
“We – we shouldn't have done that,” he growled.
“Why not?” I said, slipping down from the sink.
My panties slipped back into place as I moved, thankfully, catching more of his warm seed as it slid out of me. It felt so nice, and yet, I hated seeing Chase all torn up about what had happened. Hated seeing the regret in his eyes.
“If you're worried I'm going to tie you down or expect too much, you don't have to worry,” I say. “I'm actually not looking for a boyfriend.”
He shook his head, muttering under his breath. “I'm sorry,” he said. “I just can't.”
“Chase,” I said, stepping in front of him before he could leave the restroom. “Chill out. It's okay. We had sex. Big deal. There's nothing wrong with two people letting loose and having a little fun. There's nothing wrong with two grown, consenting adults enjoying one another's bodies. God knows, we could apparently both use it.”
His face softened as he stared down into my eyes, but it was gone a moment later. Gone, like it had never been. He shook his head again, wiping his hand across his face, making a dry, scratchy sound against his beard. The sadness I'd seen in him before was back. Worse than that, it seemed to have tripled in its intensity. He was distant, so far away from here, and I had no idea how to bring him back to me.
“Chase, please, let's talk.”
“There's nothing to talk about, Abby. I'm going for a walk,” he said.
He pushed past me and headed for the door, but paused before going through it.
“I'm sorry,” he muttered, his back still to me, before walking out and letting the door close behind him.
CHAPTER FIVE
CHASE
“Patsy, can you do me a favor?” I asked, stopping at the bar.
“Sure, doll. Anything for you,” she said as she grabbed a rag and started wiping down the counter.
“I'm a little too drunk to drive,” I said. “Think you can give Abby a ride home? Or maybe just call somebody to come get her for me?”
“Sure,” she said, speaking slowly, her eyes darting behind me. “Think we should ask your friend first?”
I turned on my heels and found Abby standing there, staring at me. Her lower lip trembled, and her eyes were filled with pain. I hated hurting her. Hated seeing the pain in her eyes. I shouldn't have let myself lose control with her. I should have been better about resisting my urges. She didn't deserve to be used like that and I couldn't feel like a bigger asshole than I did at that moment.
My heart ached as she stared back at me with those deep, blue eyes, and I knew I needed to stay away from her. For her sake, not mine. She didn't deserve to be saddled with somebody as fucked up as I was.
“Patsy is going to drive you home,” I said, making sure my voice was low and calm. I couldn't meet her eyes anymore though. “I'm going to walk home. I've had too much to drink and need to clear my head.”
“I'll walk with you,” she countered.