Chapter 22 What The Fuck Did I Just Do?
Rafe’s POV
The words barely left my lips before the man’s hands were on me, rough and unforgiving as he spun me around fast, slamming my chest against the cold tiled wall of the bathroom stall.
“Greedy little slut,” he growled low in my ear, his Cock already grinding against my ass through his jeans. “Begging for my cock in a dirty bathroom like you can’t wait another second.”
Before I could open my mouth to speak, his hands moved fast, yanking my jeans and boxers down just enough to free my ass, the fabric locking around my thighs.
CRACK!
The sound of his palm slapping my ass cheek made me hiss, forcing out a quiet laughter against my back. The sound vibrates against my neck as he bites down on the muscle connecting to my shoulder.
I didn't even get time to react, the next sound I heard was the crinkle of a condom wrapper, and the wet sound of lube being slid in. Without permission, he lined up, pushing in the thick, hard length of him inside my ass in one brutal thrust.
“Oh…fuck!” The words ripped out from my throat the second he’s in, the burn was intense, a mix of pleasure and pain at the same time. But I pushed back anyway, taking him deeper.
“That’s it,” he growled, one hand fisting my hair to yank my head back while the other gripped my hip hard enough to bruise. “Take every fucking inch of my cock like the desperate whore you are…yes…your tight little ass is swallowing me so good.”
His rhythm grew fast now, moving in deep strokes that slammed me into the wall with every thrust. My cock was trapped against the cold tiles, leaking steadily as each brutal snap of his hips sent sparks of pleasure-pain shooting up my spine.
“Shit… you’re so fucking tight,” he leaned closer, his lips brushing a shell of my ear, “I was watching since the very minute you walked into the bar, wondering how you’d feel wrapped around my cock. Now look at you…bent over and moaning for it like a good little fucktoy.”
“Ahh… mmm… fuck… uhh… oh shit… ahhh… hnnng… yes… mmmph… fuuuck…”
I bit my lip hard as the shameless moans tore out of me, but a low groan still escaped. He felt huge inside me, stretching every tight little hole inside me wide, hitting that spot with every punishing thrust.
My hands slammed against the tiles as his thrusts grew faster, each rhythm relentless. “Listen to those pretty sounds you’re making,” he mocked, his breath hot against my neck. “Bet you love this so much, don’t you? Getting your tight hole fucked in a public bathroom because some boy back home made you jealous. Pathetic… but so fucking hot.”
His dirty words sank into every part of my body, every syllable making my cock throb harder against the wall. He positioned his hips just right and thrust so deeply that the sheer force of it sent stars exploding behind my eyes.
“Fuck…right there—” I gasped, pushing back to meet his thrusts.
“Yeah? You want it deeper, baby?” He hissed, his voice dripping to a low whisper that sent chills through me. “Want me to wreck this greedy hole until you can’t walk straight?”
Without waiting for an answer he slammed in deeper, grinding against me. Before I could get the chance to react, his other free hand reached around to stroke my cock in rough, fast pumps. His thumb swipes over the leaking head of my cock with slow, deliberate strokes.
I was leaking so much now that it made obscene wet sounds echo through the entire bathroom with every stroke of his thumb.
“I’m gonna fill you up,” he growled into my ear, his teeth sinking into my earlobe, “I’m not going to fucking stop until you feel every inch of me breed this ass. You’re mine tonight.., my dirty little bathroom slut.”
His words snapped something inside me, the pressure building fast and ugly now. But then, the thought of Shawn flashed through my mind…Shawn buried inside Avery, her moans filling the dorm room—
Focus! Rafe!
I quickly shoved the thought away and focused on the thick cock pounding into me. “Harder,” I demanded, my voice breaking with every one of his merciless thrusts. “Fuck me harder…make me forget.”
He obeyed with a low growl instantly, his hips pushing forward like a machine as his thrusts started to grow both faster and deeper.
“Come on, slut,” he snarled, stroking me faster. “Cum for me…paint the wall with it while I fuck you through it!”
The orgasm hit me like an unwanted force, wave after wave of pleasure crashing through me as I came hard.
“Oh…shit…fuck!”
My vision blanked out as thick ropes of cum began spilling from my cock onto the tiled floor, followed by a broken moan tearing from my throat as my hole clenched tight around his cock.
“Fuck…yes…milk me just like that,” he groaned, giving me no chance to recover as he kept thrusting through every orgasm.
A few reckless thrusts and he buried himself deep to the hilt until he came, not pulling out for even a second until I was shaking and powerless. The next thing I felt was the hot pulses of his release even through the condom.
He stayed buried for a long moment, his chest rising and falling heavily against my neck, before he finally pulled out. Meanwhile, I was still pinned against the wall, my legs trembling, cum still dripping from my cock onto the bathroom floor.
“That was fucking good, baby.” He hissed, zipping his trousers up with a satisfied chuckle, then leaned in close again, lips brushing my ear one last time. “We should meet again sometime, but this time you can fuck me…wreck my ass the way I just wrecked yours.”
He pulled a small piece of paper from his pocket and scribbled his number on it with a pen. “Call me,” he said, sliding it into the back pocket of my jeans.
Before I could open my mouth to respond, he turned and walked out of the bathroom without another word, the door swinging shut behind him.
I stayed exactly where I was, my forehead pressed against the cold tiles as cum continued to drip slowly from my cock onto the floor in weak spurts.
What the actual fuck had I just done?
The question echoed in my head over and over again as I stood there, loud and accusing. I had come here to forget Shawn, to prove I didn’t need him, to wipe away the image of him fucking Avery.
But instead, I just let a stranger fuck me in a public bathroom like some desperate slut, moaning and begging while my mind kept going back to the one person who pushed me this far in the first place.
As if realizing myself, I pulled my trousers up, the piece of paper with the stranger’s number crinkling in my pocket. I turned to leave, but then paused for a second, staring at the mess of my own cum streaked and dirty on the floor.
Holy crap!
A fresh wave of disgust slams into me without mercy as I stand there staring at it, not at the stranger who just fucked me.
It was my stupid self.
Because no matter how hard I tried to erase Shawn out of my head, he was still there, lodged deep under my skin like a god damn annoying leech I couldn’t pull out.
And I had no fucking idea what to do about it.