50. VANYA: CAUGHT IN THE ACT, PART TWO

“You can’t go in there!” I hissed for the third time. “It’s the ladies room, Obsidian.”
He growled. “I don’t give a fuck. You’re not going in there alone.”
It was hard to bite back the scream of frustration that rose in my throat. He was so damn headfast—there was no use explaining things to him. Closing my eyes, I sucked in a deep breath and counted to ten before I blew it out and opened my eyes again.
“Nothing is going to happen to me in a damn bathroom.” A lie and we both knew it. “If something happens then I’ll scream the—”
My words were cut off when he reached over my shoulder and pressed his palm against the door. He stepped forward, forcing me to step back, and right into the bathroom.
“I swear, sometimes you’re like a big baby.”
He spun around so suddenly that I bumped right into him. Obsidian hissed at me. “Don’t.”
Licking my lips, I turned away from him and made my way over to the last stall. Thankfully the bathroom was empty so I didn’t have to explain why the hell a six-foot something cat-shifter forced himself into the bathroom.
I closed the stall door and automatically flicked the lock. A low growl had me rolling my eyes and unlocking the door. I took a seat on the toilet and dropped my head into the palms of my hand.
“He didn’t like it,” I told Obsidian. “I did it wrong.”
The door creaked as it opened. Dropping my hands, I raised my head and looked up at him. Obsidian leaned in the doorway, hands in his pocket and his dark eyes focused on me.
“What makes you say that?” he questioned.
I licked my lips and made a gesture with my hand. “He’s angry at me.”
“He’s not angry.” My eyes shot up to his again. “Ezra is pissed at himself. He doesn’t know much about control yet.”
“But you do?”
Obsidian tilted his head to the side. “I know a lot about control.”
I scoffed and stood. “Yeah right.”
Obsidian straightened but didn’t step out of the way. I gasped when his hand shot out to grip the back of my neck. He pulled me against his body and lowered his head. My lips parted when his eyes dropped to them. Instead of kissing me, he pressed a kissed to my jaw.
“Want to test my control, sweets?” he rasped the question in my ear. “How long will it take for you to make me come?”
I smirked at him. “Not even a minute.”
Obsidian returned my smirk. “And if I last longer than a minute?”
He trailed open mouthed kisses down my neck as he waited for an answer. Obsidian was going to wait long if he kept doing that. I couldn’t think clearly with his damn lips on my skin.
“What do I get, sweets?”
“W-what do you want?” I breathed, reaching up to grip his shoulders.
“Anything?”
I moaned when he bit down on my pulse and then sucked the skin into his mouth. Shudders raced down my spine as he sucked my earlobe into his mouth. Obsidian pulled away.
It was struggle to open my eyes, but I managed. I blinked up at him as I waited for him to answer me. Obsidian’s eyes darted over my face and then down my body. His lips twitched.
“If I last longer than a minute, I get to do whatever I want with you. Is that a deal, sweets?”
I hesitated. Anything he wanted? It was a dangerous game. It was the perfect opportunity for him to hurt me. But surely he wouldn’t last so long, right? Ezra hadn’t and neither would he.
“Okay,” I heard myself saying.
Obsidian stepped forward, forcing me to move backward. The back of my knees hit the toilet seconds before I was forced to take a seat. My eyes darted to the door when he pushed it closed behind him and slipped the lock in place.
His eyes were narrowed. “One minute.”
I nodded but my mouth dried when he unzipped his pants and pulled his cock out. He was already half-hard and he continued to grow the longer I stared at him.
I licked my lips and reached up to grip him when he stepped closer. My eyes darted up to his as uncertainty filled me. He wasn’t exactly human so he wasn’t going to react like any other human. *What if their females did things differently?*
“We don’t have all day, sweets.”
Swallowing, I leaned forward and traced the rim of his cock with my tongue. My tongue trailed closer and closer to the little hole where pre-cum was licking from. He tasted sweet too, but different than Ezra’s.
Obsidian sucked in a sharp breath when I wrapped my mouth around him and took him into my mouth. I couldn’t take him in all the way, but I managed about half of his length before I had to pull away to suck air in.
His hand had slid to the back of my neck but he wasn’t forcing me to do anything.
Unlike Ezra, he was giving no reaction to my mouth on his cock. No tell-tale signs that I was affecting him at all.
My eyes shot up to watch his face as I took him into my mouth again. His fingers twitched against the back of my neck, and his tongue snuck out to lick his bottom lip. His eyes had changed too I realized—he was watching me with his cat eyes.
Eerily golden cat eyes.
I reached up and gripped his hips. His whole body tensed and a growl fell from his lips. My fingers twitched, but I didn’t remove my hands.
“Vanya,” he warned.
I dug my nails into his skin and used my tongue to trace the underside of his cock as I pulled away. But then and idea hit. Reaching out, I grabbed hold of the base of his cock and with my other hand I cupped his balls.
He suddenly moved, too fast for me to react.
Obsidian pulled me to my feet, spun me around pushed my front against the wall. He pressed his chest to my back and growled against my ear.
“Your minute’s up,” he breathed.
“N-no.”
“Yes.”
I bit my lip when he started pulling my dress up. One hand brushed the back of my thigh a few seconds before he ripped my thong off.
“Are you wet for me, sweets?”
I nodded. So fucking wet and ready for him. A moan fell from my lips when his finger found my clit. He rubbed it slowly in circles until my knees were weak and my breath escaping in pants.
“How long are you going to last?”
And then he was inside me, stretching me and filling me to the hilt.
His arm slid around me and his hand wrapped around my throat as he forced my head backwards. Obsidian kissed me just as he started fucking me. There was no gentleness in the way he moved, or the way he kissed me.
His chest rumbled against my back as he started to purr. Why hadn’t he made a sound when I was giving him head?
I was briefly aware of the door opening and loud laughed that faded into silence.
One of Obsidian’s arms slipped around my waist and dipped between my legs.
He broke the kiss but didn’t pull away. “I can taste him in your mouth,” he whispered. “Do you think he will like it if I fucked him the way I’m fucking you?”
I shook my head and whimpered when he took my clit between forefinger and thumb. My head dropped back against his shoulder when he started tugging on my clit. Pain and pleasure mixed.
I crashed over the edge when he bit down on my pulse with his sharp teeth.
Obsidian groaned and stilled, but he didn’t come.
He licked my skin where he had bitten me and eased his hold on my clit.
“We need to work on your control,” he rasped against my ear. “Soon, sweets. I’ll teach you.”
Another moan fell from my lips when he pulled out of me and took a step back. I turned and watched with a frown as he fixed his pants. Obsidian held my thong up and sniffed at it before he pushed it into his pants pocket.
“We should get back.”
With a wink at me, he unlocked the door and walked out of the stall without a backwards glance. How could he recover so fast after what just happened? My legs were still unsteady and my pussy still clenching from the aftermaths of the world scattering orgasm.
Men! I rolled my eyes as I fixed my dress. The words died down when I stepped out of the stall and straightened. A group of girls I had gone to school with were busy fixing their make-up. They had turned the moment Obsidian stepped out of the stall.
Colour flooded my cheeks. Swallowing, I walked over to the basin and washed my hands. A glance in the mirror assured me that my hair was still intact and the little make-up I wore was still intact.
“Ready to go, sweets?” Obsidian asked.
With a forced smile at the group I could barely remember, and my head held high, I walked over to Obsidian and allowed him to lead me out of the bathroom.
How much had they heard?