The Banging
SARAH
Pleasure ignited, the wick burning through my bloodstream. He held his finger still and I tried to rock, but his grip around one thigh was immovable.
“Do you know who is doing this to you” he pressed.
I shook my head, confused at what game he was playing. I had his name on the tip of my tongue, but when he pulled out his finger and then plunged two inside me hard, | choked on it and shouted a bit too loudly,
“Cull... Cullen!.” A tremor went through me when his mouth found my clit, licking and sucking while his fingers moved in and out of me, again and again. He did it so leisurely, making deep noises of satisfaction every once in a while. He was taking his time, slowing down when the pressure built, driving me mad until “Please,” escaped my lips.
Then his fingers curled inside of me, the flame growing hotter. When he slowed again, I shook my head in panic, my hands tugging at his hair. I didn’t know what I’d turned into, but all I found myself repeating was “Please,” over and over.
He finally gave me what I wanted. His lips steady, he sucked me faster, harder, until there was nothing but deep, hot pressure. His dark gaze found mine. My last thought before the final please left my lips and the pressure exploded through my veins like an inferno. The fire dissipated into a languid heat, spreading tingling throughout. As I lay against the counter, slack, I pulsed around his fingers, and he only made out with my inner thigh and continued to slowly move them in and out until it stopped. I let out a shaky breath, running my fingers through his hair, not ready to let it go. It was the only part of him I got to touch. That was the first orgasm I’d ever had with a man, and I hated to admit it but it was the most addictive thing I’d ever experienced.
When his hands ran up my thighs, nerves came to the surface. Did he want me to reciprocate? A shyness overcame me as I sat up, and I was sure, as he braced his hands on the counter and met my gaze, that he could see it all. He’d yet to even shed a piece of clothing while I sat naked in front of him. After the heat settled, it all appeared so much more obscene. All my pleas still echoed in the bathroom. I didn’t know what I expected then, but I knew it wasn’t for him to move closer a if to kiss him when the banging echoed at the bathroom door.
We both froze, staring at each other, barely breathing, waiting, hoping the knock would go away.
It didn’t. It stopped for a split second, and just as we started to inhale, the banging began again, louder this time and my father’s voice rang from behind the door.
“Sarah? Sarah, are you in there?”
That was when we both sprang into action.
I pushed Cullen off me, heart thudding, fumbling to get my clothes back on in a blur of panicked movements. He reached for me, tried to kiss my forehead, but I shoved him away with a hissed whisper.
“You have to hide. hide.”
My father was still outside the door, voice growing more and more frantic.
“Sarah, are you okay? Is everything okay in there?”
I had barely gotten my bra on when I heard it, his next words chilled my blood.
“Where are the keys to this door?”
“Shit,” I breathed, scrambling to find my thong on the floor. Where the hell was it? I couldn’t see it anywhere. But I didn’t have time to keep looking. I gave up, buttoning my shirt as fast as I could, tugging it closed and trying to tame my hair with trembling fingers.
With no better plan, I opened the tap and started splashing water on my face, trying to make myself look like I hadn’t just been making out with a man my father would definitely want to kill.
The door burst open. My father walked in, followed by two of his men and a restaurant employee. I started hyperventilating. I couldn’t help it. I didn’t know if it was from fear or from the sheer overload of emotion but I couldn’t stop.
My father was beside me in seconds. He placed his hand gently on my back.
“Are you okay?”
“I’m sorry,” I croaked, my voice weak. “I think I ate something that didn’t agree with me.”
“How are you feeling?” he asked, brows furrowed in concern.
Behind him, I heard the clatter of stall doors being flung open. My breath caught as I watched the guards inspecting each one, stepping through the restroom like it was a crime scene.
I tried not to panic. I couldn’t panic.
“I’m fine,” I kept saying. “I’m fine.”
I was terrified they were going to find Cullen. And more than fearing my father discovering what we had been doing, I feared what he’d do when they found him. But then,
“All clear,” one of the guards announced.
I exhaled. Relief flooded me. My father nodded and motioned for them to leave. But even as the door closed behind them, one thought consumed me:
Where the hell had Cullen gone?
Since it was just me and my dad left alone in the bathroom, he turned to me gently and asked,
“Are you sure you're okay, darling?”
I swallowed hard.
“Yes, I'm fine, Dad. Everything’s fine. Everything is okay,” I said quickly, my voice far too high-pitched to be convincing. I couldn’t turn to look at him. I didn’t dare.
I had turned off the water, but I was still gripping the counter like it was the only thing keeping me upright.
“I think we should go home. You don’t look so good,” he said, worry lacing his voice.
“Yeah,” I agreed. “Maybe I need some sleep.”
There was no way I could walk back into that restaurant, face him across a lunch table, and pretend nothing had happened. Not after what I had done. I didn’t even have my panties on.
He nodded, glancing at me again.
“Do you think you can walk?”
I nodded quickly.
“Yes, I can. I was just... vomiting, I think.”
Another lie.
He lifted his hand for me to take. I hesitated, then placed mine in his. We walked out of the restroom together. I tried to keep my legs steady, but I could feel the tremor in them.
I kept looking around, searching for Cullen. Any sign of him. But he was gone.
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