Chapter 60 Dirty Little Exhibitionist (1)

Chapter 60 Dirty Little Exhibitionist (1)
“Fuck!” A breathless, empty moan escaped my throat as Mark thrust relentlessly in and out of my sloppy, soaking-wet pussy.
I gripped the porcelain edge of the toilet bowl so hard my knuckles turned white, my head hanging down as his heavy, brainless thrusts drove deep inside me.
“Do you like that? Huh?” Mark panted heavily against my shoulder, his voice filled with arrogant satisfaction. “Do you like how hard I’m fucking you raw, Lina?”
He honestly thought I was enjoying it. He thought his basic, clumsy rhythm was driving me out of my mind, but deep down, I wasn’t feeling a damn thing. I was completely faking it, begging the universe for him to just hurry up and finish already.
I had fucked almost every popular guy on this campus, and not a single one of them knew how to truly break me the way I wanted. I wanted it sinful. I wanted it crazy, dangerous, and completely raw. But this? He was just brainlessly ramming himself into my body like a dog.
“Fuck!” His large hands tightened like vices around my waist, his pace quickening into a frantic, sloppy desperation. I could feel his shaft swelling; he was close.
Suddenly, Mark stopped mid-thrust, his body freezing entirely inside me as a heavy sound echoed from the front of the men’s restroom. The main door had swung open.
“Shh!” Mark hissed, instantly clapping his sweaty hand flat over my mouth to stifle my breathing. “Someone just walked in,” he whispered frantically against my ear, his eyes wide with jock panic.
Hearing the terror in his voice, something dark and unhinged snapped deep inside my brain. The sheer risk of it sent a violent jolt of pure adrenaline straight to my core.
Suddenly, my pussy throbbed, a fresh wave of slick, hot moisture drenching Mark’s shaft. Lust—real, burning lust that I hadn’t felt the entire time—surged violently through my veins.
I didn’t hesitate. Using the leverage of his weight behind me, I shoved my hips backward, forcing his rigid cock to the hilt as I dragged us both toward the front of the stall.
I let go of the toilet bowl, reached back, and slapped his hand away from my face. Before he could even register the movement, I grabbed the latch and violently threw the stall door wide open, exposing us completely to whoever was standing by the sinks.
“Lina, what the fuck!” Mark whispered in panicked horror, trying to pull out. “Don’t do this!”
I ignored him entirely, gripping the metal partition and pushing my hips backward, forcing his rigid cock right back to the hilt inside my soaking wet heat.
My gaze locked instantly onto the stranger standing near the mirrors.
He was older. Mature. Impeccably dressed in a dark, expensive suit that screamed authority. Our eyes met, and a filthy, deliberate groan ripped from my throat as I took Mark’s length over and over right in front of him.
“Fuck me!” I choked out, staring directly into the stranger’s cold, piercing eyes.
“You’re one crazy fucking chick,” Mark growled, his panic instantly losing the battle to his own swelling horniness. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you!”
Who the hell cared about warnings?
Mark grabbed a fistful of my hair, pulling my head back as he began to hammer into me with reckless, animalistic force. The loud, wet, echoing sounds of skin slapping against skin and my explicit moans filled the tiled restroom.
My eyes rolled back into my head, saliva gathering at the corner of my lips as I stubbornly held the older stranger’s gaze through the reflection of the mirror.
He refused to look away, but he also refused to acknowledge me. His expression remained entirely stoic, unreadable, and dangerous. Seeing him stand there, completely unshaken while I was being publicly taken by a boy, filled me with a ravenous, dripping hunger.
“Ugh!” My voice rose in a high, trembling crescendo, thick with undeniable desire. “I’m cumming, Mark... fuck, I’m cumming!”
Mark’s grip bruised my hips, his pace becoming a brutal, rapid vibration until his muscles locked up. He let out a low groan, pounding into me one last time as he blew his load deep inside my tight walls.
The moment he pulled out, I didn’t break eye contact for a second. Gripping the top edge of the stall frame above me, I leaned back and arched my spine, explicitly thrusting my hips forward to show the silent stranger exactly what he had just witnessed—my swollen, dripping pussy glistening with another man’s fluid.
“Damn it, Lina,” Mark muttered, quickly tucking himself away and buttoning up his jeans. He squeezed his way past my arched body to get out of the stall, giving my hip a rough slap as he went. “See you later around campus.”
“Idiot,” I muttered under my breath, watching Mark’s back for a fraction of a second as he swung the heavy outer door open and hurried out into the hallway.
My eyes snapped instantly back to the sinks, but the space was completely empty. The gorgeous, intense stranger was gone. He must have slipped past the privacy partition the exact moment I blinked, disappearing into the hallway behind Mark before the heavy door could even finish swinging shut.
A frustrated whine escaped my lips. I slid my hand down between my thighs, my fingers slipping easily into my ruined, dripping center.
I began to pleasure myself right there, pressing my back against the cold metal partition wall as my mind became completely consumed by the image of the older man.
I closed my eyes, imagining his large, powerful hands ripping my clothes off, imagining his heavy, thick length replacing Mark’s boyish cock and splitting me open until I screamed.
My breathing came out in harsh, ragged gasps by the time my body violently shattered into a second, messy climax.
Fuck! I thought, my chest heaving as I leaned against the metal wall. Who the hell is that man?
I pulled myself together, cleaned the mess from my thighs, adjusted my clothes, and picked up my bag. I walked out of the men’s restroom with my chin held high, acting as if nothing scandalous had just transpired.
Every single girl at this school was hopelessly obsessed with Mark. He was the varsity football captain, the golden boy on campus, and the ultimate fantasy of every virgin in our grade.
I had honestly thought he would have the stamina and the filth to fuck me until I was begging him to stop. That was the entire reason I had bothered seducing him in the first place, only to discover he was just like the rest of them.
Total trash. A boy playing a man’s game.
I strolled into my afternoon lecture hall and took my usual seat all the way in the back row, completely alone, kicking my legs up on the desk.
A moment later, the door flew open, and the Dean walked into the room. My breath caught in my throat when I saw the man stepping in right behind him.
It was him. The same man who had just watched me getting ruined in the restroom.
I leaned forward, my eyes locking onto him, greedily taking in every single detail. Up close, in the proper light of the classroom, he wasn’t just handsome—he was absolutely lethal. The pristine gray suit he wore clung perfectly to a broad, powerfully built frame. It was obvious he spent his free time training, his chest and shoulders thick and imposing.
My hand involuntarily drifted up to my collarbone, sliding down until my fingers cupped my own breast through my shirt. I squeezed the soft flesh gently, a quiet, shuddering moan vibrating in the back of my throat.
“Attention, students,” the Dean announced, his dry voice fading into background noise as I tuned him out completely. My eyes remained fixed entirely on the new man in the room.
His sharp, predatory gaze slowly swept across the rows of students, completely unbothered, until it landed squarely on the back row. Our eyes met again.
This time, I didn’t hide. I let a slow, wicked smirk spread across my lips. I squeezed my breasts noticeably harder right before his eyes, slowly and deliberately running the tip of my wet tongue across my top lip.
“This is Travis,” the Dean completed the introduction. “Your new professor for the semester.”
Professor.
The dirty smirk on my lips deepened, a hot, throbbing ache instantly blooming between my thighs.
Perfect. Since he was already trapped on this campus, I was going to make it my personal mission to get my new professor into my bed—and break every single one of his rules.