Chapter Fifteen

Chastity

Jordan’s jaw was clenched tight and he was gritting his teeth, making his face look stronger and more masculine than ever, as he continued fucking me hard enough that it shook the sink I was bent over. It felt so fucking good and I was half convinced I was going to break off pieces of the counter in my hands as he pumped into me.

Watching him fuck me in the mirror was amazing. It made the fire in my pussy burn even hotter. Every movement was more intense than the one before, and I was wetter than I’d ever been in my life. Watching Jordan pump his cock into me was the hottest part of it all.

Beads of sweat dotted his forehead and then slowly ran down his perfectly chiseled face. His eyes were watching me – not my ass or where his cock entered my pussy though. No, he was watching my face in the mirror and I could tell he liked it every bit as much as I did. We were watching each other as we shared in the moment and it was getting us both off.

Even though I had purposefully not worn panties under my dress and had tucked a condom away in my bra, I’d tried to tell myself I’d be good. That I wasn’t going to do anything naughty or anything that could get me into trouble. I honestly hadn’t planned for anything to happen with Jordan at the event itself.

I figured that if we were going to fuck, it would probably be afterward, in the limo. But there, at the gala, with people literally outside of the bathroom door? I hadn’t planned on that at all. It was unlike me to be so daring and it was very wrong on so many levels. Yet, knowing there were people on the other side of that door, that anybody could walk in on us fucking our brains out made it so incredibly hot.

Jordan had that effect on me, though. Never in my life had I felt this way. My ex couldn’t have convinced me to bend over the sink of a public bathroom and let him fuck me from behind in a million years. When it came to Jordan, I was happy, maybe even eager, to fuck him anywhere, anytime. Given the way he made me feel and the things he did to me, the way he absolutely rocked my body, I shouldn’t have been so surprised that I was so willing.

Any man who could fuck me like Jordan could deserved to be fucked anywhere they wanted.

As hard as it was though, I knew I needed to remain quiet. I needed to make sure no one heard us. With my brand finally seeming like it was gaining some traction, that was not the reputation I needed or wanted right now. I couldn’t afford to be seen as some wonton tramp who fucks in public bathrooms. Even though, at the moment, that’s exactly what I was. Unabashedly and without regrets. Sadly though, I knew I needed to maintain a different image in public.

Jordan made it hard for me to keep myself quiet. It felt so good every time he thrust that thick, stiff dick into me. He made me want to cry out with how he stretched my body open with his cock. Every time he buried himself into me, I fought to not scream out. It took everything in me to muffle my sounds, and even then, a few slipped past my lips because I couldn’t control it when a wave of sensation tore through me.

As a wave of pleasure passed me, I stood up on my tiptoes and pushed myself back against him, and Jordan held onto me, his fingers pressing into the flesh of my ass. His every movement was precise and determined. His every thrust powerful. I could tell that he was fighting back an orgasm – I could see it in the strained look on his face. In the way he gritted his teeth and the tension in his body. His rhythm slowed and a low grunt escaped his mouth as he pressed himself into me, denying himself his own release.

He was waiting for me.

My body shuddered as I approached orgasm, tightening up and preparing for my own release. I knew it was going to be a powerful wave of pleasure when it finally came crashing down. Jordan’s rhythm picked up again and I whimpered as he jack hammered himself deep inside, reaching depths I didn’t even know were possible.

The sound of the doorknob wiggling echoed around the bathroom and was followed by a loud knock. We both froze as we looked at the door with wide eyes. My pulse raced and a shot of adrenaline tore through me as the knock came again.

“Find another bathroom,” Jordan called out to whoever was out there. “This one’s occupied. And I’m really not feeling very good right now. Bad crab appetizers.”

“Sorry,” came the muffled voice on the other side of the door.

My eyes wide and a tremble in my body, I stood up and let Jordan’s cock slip out of me. My dress slid down into place again, even though my body still cried out for release. I didn’t want to, I wanted to finish, but I thought that maybe we needed to stop before we were discovered.

I was shaking as I turned around to face Jordan, but I could tell by the set of his jaw and the look in his eyes that he had no intention of stopping. He was dead-set to finish what we’d started. He was going to keep fucking me, regardless of the fact that there was somebody outside the bathroom door – something I found incredibly hot. And as if in response, I felt myself growing even wetter than before, my tight little twat begging for him to fill me up again. Jordan stepped forward and pressed me up against the sink, kissing me, filling my mouth with his tongue. I felt him hiking my dress back up until he had it gathered around my waist again. A moment later, his deft fingers found my pussy.

“There’s other bathrooms they can use,” he muttered. “And we’re both so close. There’s no fucking way I’m stopping now.”

I couldn’t deny him, or myself. I couldn’t say no to us having our release. I wanted it every bit as much as he did, and he knew it. Jordan lifted me up until I was sitting on the counter next to the sink and I wrapped my legs around his waist. With my dress bunched up around my waist, Jordan stepped forward, grabbing hold of his dick and guided it my wet little twat. He slipped his rod back into me easily, my juices lubricating the way. Just feeling him nestled inside of me again took me straight back to the edge once more.

My body was humming with electricity as he pumped his hips, driving his dick into me again and again. Jordan’s mouth drowned out my screams as he fucked me, bringing me to the peak of ecstasy within seconds. Maybe it was almost getting caught, or the fact that he’d already brought me so close before, but this time, as my orgasm neared, it ravaged my body with such pleasure, I almost couldn’t take it.

A warmth spread from my pussy all the way through my body, exploding in waves as every muscle in my body tensed up. I put a hand over my mouth as I cried out, the wave of pleasure crashing down on me every bit as powerful as I expected it to be. I clenched my vaginal muscles hard around Jordan’s dick, squeezing him as I came. I didn’t mean to, but I was out of control of my body and bit down hard on his lip – so hard that I tasted blood. But, if that bit of pain bothered him, he didn’t show it. Nor did he pull away.

His hands gripped me tightly, pulling me toward him as he drove his cock into me deep and hard. He pumped his hips, driving that hard rod into me and then I felt his body grow stiff. A moment later, he shuddered and I felt him relax. It was like somebody had pulled the stopper out of a balloon, letting it deflate. Jordan’s cock pulsed and throbbed inside of me and I knew he was filling the rubber with his hot spunk.

Together, we rode out our climax, trying very hard to remain quiet. It had to be the most intense orgasm of my life. It sent shockwaves from one end of my body to the other. It went on seemingly forever, and I held onto Jordan for dear life. I pulled back from his lips and let my head fall to his chest, trying to breathe as I came down from the orgasmic high he’d taken me on.

Jordan held me for a long time, still sheathed inside of me, both of us breathing heavily. His arms felt so good around me. I felt safe. Comforted. Cared for. I just wanted to stay like that forever. Then I remembered we were at a gala, in a bathroom, and people were probably looking for us.

“I don’t wanna go back out there,” I chuckled, burying my face in Jordan’s tuxedo jacket. “I just feel like everybody is going to see us and know what we just did in here.”

“Yeah, I’m not really into going back out there either,” he said, kissing the top of my head. “Maybe, we can just sneak away after a while?”

I nodded. “I think that sounds like a great idea,” I said. “Make an appearance, say hello to a few people, and slip away before anyone realizes we’ve left.”

“And then go back to my place and fuck like bunnies?” Jordan asked, winking at me.

“You’re insatiable, Jordan Jackson,” I laughed, playfully slapping him on the chest.

“That wasn’t a no,” he teased.

“No, it wasn’t a no,” I agreed.

It wasn’t a no because, let’s face it – when it came to Jordan, I couldn’t control myself. Nor, I was discovering, did I want to. The idea of spending the night with him, either fucking or not, sounded better than chatting with snooty people and dealing with the press.

Jordan’s cock finally slipped out of me, and I hopped down from the counter, quickly smoothing out and straightening my dress. Turning toward the mirror, I was pleasantly surprised that my hair only needed light adjustments and most of my makeup had somehow managed stayed in place. Well worth the investment to buy high-quality brands, I thought with a smile. Not that I ever imagined being involved in a situation where sex would be the reason for my makeup smudging. It was good to know that if I ever found myself in a situation like that again, or rather when, my makeup would come through like a trooper.

My lipstick would need to be re-applied, but other than that, all I needed was just a little touching up and no one would know I’d just fucked a man in the bathroom.

It would be our little secret. That made it all the hotter and sexier.