Chapter 2
Zach
“Yeah, baby, that’s right,” I whispered, holding on to the cold tile walls. “Put it in your mouth.”
I had picked this girl up an hour ago, and hooking up with her this quickly was definitely a record for me. I got her in the bathroom and down on her knees so fast I couldn’t even remember her name. I looked down as her fake blonde hair shimmered under the incandescent glow of the bar’s track lighting. She looked up at me and bit her big, bottom lip. She grabbed my shaft and started to stroke it.
She was not the hottest I’ve had, but she was definitely sporting some big, fake titties under that halter top. I reached down and tugged at her shirt, signaling for her to spill them out for me. She smiled coyly and yanked hard on her top, and I watched as her tits bounced out like two balloons. She leaned forward and licked my cock before taking it in deep.
I groaned and leaned back against the wall, feeling her tongue trail up and down my cock as she took it all the way down her throat. She glanced up at me, her eyes watering, before grabbing my balls and going to town. I pulled my hand down and pressed against the back of her head, trying to slow her down. It wasn’t a fucking race.
Once she slowed her pace, I could feel her thick lips rub across the head of my dick, and I moaned loudly, feeling my cock throbbing in her throat. I watched her down the line of my body. She rolled her tongue and let the wetness of her mouth keep it smooth and tight. The feeling of her sucking at the back of her throat made my knees feel weak, and I braced myself on her shoulders. She kept the motion smooth, even as I rolled my hips into her, fucking her face as I tangled my hand through her hair. This chick knew what she was doing.
“Fuck,” I groaned, really getting into it.
I looked down as her lips parted. She smiled and lapped at the skin right under the tip of my cock. I tried to push her head back down, but it seemed she was ready to tease. She leaned down further and took my balls in her mouth, swishing her tongue over them while running her hand down my shaft.
She moved up, licking and lapping at my erection like it was ice cream on a hot sunny day. She teased and pushed while I stood there, my cock bulging, waiting for her to swallow it again. Sure, I wanted to fuck her, but if she could suck my cock this well, I figured it would be just as good to blow a load down her throat and be done with it. She, on the other hand, had a different idea. I watched her pull her skirt up over her ass and stick her fingers between her thighs as she continued to play with my dick. Fine, if that was how she wanted it, that was how I would give it to her.
I grabbed my shaft out of her mouth and bent down, picking her up to her feet and turning her forward. I pushed against the bathroom wall and spread her legs apart, taking my cock and rubbing it along her sopping wet pussy lips. I could feel her clit against my tip, and I chuckled at how hard it was. She was really waiting for me to plow through her. I thrust forward, pushing it back across her pussy and watched as she bit her lip and closed her eyes.
“You want this?” I growled.
“Yes,” she moaned.
“How bad?”
“Really bad,” she cried. “Give it to me, please.”
I reached up and grabbed her neck, pushing down on her back so her ass stuck up in the air. I tore the top of the packaging off the condom I had ready to go and rolled the magnum over my shaft. I walked forward, holding the base of my cock, and slowly pushed into her, feeling her juices flow over my shaft.
She gasped, letting out a small high-pitched moan. She was tighter than I thought she would be. I grabbed her hips and pushed in deep and hard. I could tell she was a naughty girl, and she wanted all of me inside of her. Her sexy moans made me want to explode, but I had a reputation to hold on to. So, I went slow and deep, listening as her voice echoed through the bathroom walls.
My hand reached around her waist and rubbed her clit as I began to pound her harder, hearing our skin slap together over and over again. I grabbed her hand from the wall and put it between her legs, leaning back to get a good view of her body as I pumped into her. As her moans got louder, I pulled out and flipped her around, leading her to the sink where I lifted her up, pushed her ass down, and put her legs around my shoulders. I wanted to see her face when she orgasmed. That was the second-best part of fucking a girl.
I rolled my hips into her, faster and faster, and she grabbed onto the pedestal. I pushed deep and hard, sliding my skin against her clit. She arched her back and screamed in pleasure. I could feel her pussy pulsing and vibrating around my cock as she came. Her juices gushed out over my shaft, and I knew I could really let loose now.
Before she was even done coming, I pulled her hips out further and thrust into her as hard as I could. She was so wet, I could barely keep my cock inside of her. I put her legs down around my waist for better traction and started beating my dick into her, over and over again. She moaned loudly as I reached for the edges of the sink, forcing myself to hold back just a little longer. I could feel her pussy tightening around me as I pushed in, and I lost my will, jamming it deep and coming hard. My hips continued to roll as I felt the pleasure wash over my body. She loosened her legs as I groaned, her nails releasing their grip.
As my senses started to come back to me, I pulled out, grabbing the condom off my dick and tossing it into the toilet. She smiled as she straightened her skirt and top and fixed her hair in the mirror. I walked up behind her and ran my hands over her tits, grabbing her face and kissing her gently on the cheek. I zipped up my pants and straightened my tie before turning and walking toward the door. I took one last glance back at her and winked before leaving the bathroom.
This was the point in the night where I struggled with my own mind. No one knew it, but at that moment, I felt like a complete dick. Sure, I put up this big charade for my buddy, Hunter, counting the women we got in a week. Hell, sometimes a night. But on the inside, it just felt wrong.
I was the first to admit that after my cheating girlfriend and my divorced parents, I had zero faith in love or women, but that didn’t mean I didn’t respect them. In a way, when I was fucking a girl in the bathroom, knowing they wanted it that way, I felt like I was in control. I didn’t hate love. I just had a hard time believing in it, and I didn’t want to be stuck in another situation where I felt my heart break. Everyone in my life that had experienced love ended up drunk, broke, angry, or all of the above. I just didn’t want to have another broken heart.
I walked back up to the bar and grabbed a stool, ordering my usual from the bartender. I wiped my mouth on the small beverage napkin to make sure I didn’t have any lipstick anywhere. I picked up my whiskey on the rocks and took a swig, washing the taste of bathroom air and hot sex out of my mouth. I looked up and shook my head laughing as Hudson appeared out of the closet, zipping his pants and slapping a young brunette on the ass. He spotted me at the bar and walked over, raising his hand up for a high five.
“I just fucked that chick in the broom closet,” he said, laughing.
“I just fucked that chick in the bathroom,” I said. pointing at the blonde in the corner.
“That’s who was taking up the bathroom,” he replied. “Feels good to know we still fucking got it, dude.”
“Duh,” I replied, laughing.
Hudson pulled the stool out next to me and ordered two fingers of Jameson. I cringed at his order and made a face. He looked down at my drink and shook his head.
“Always drinking like an old man,” he said, laughing.
“Better than like a frat boy,” I replied. “So how many you up to this week?”
“Ah, man, I’m at eight,” he replied. “That means I gotta fuck a chick both days this weekend to hit my ultimate goal. Saturday is in the bag, but I don’t know about Sunday. Everybody is confessing their sins on Friday.”
I shook my head thinking about his crazy goal. I had met Hudson in college, and we started a small project making fingerprinted and coded bags and suitcases. Well, after our first investor meeting, we were walking into a full-fledged business. We named the company Fully Cased, after both our last names, and we became co-CEOs of what ended up being a multi-billion-dollar venture.
Today, we provided some of the biggest names in the business with specialty bags that can only be unlocked with the person’s fingerprint. Sometimes, these people seemed pretty shady, but it wasn’t our business to ask what went in the bag. We just designed it for them.
“So, I want to hook you up with this chick,” Hudson said, turning toward me.
“Oh yeah, who?”
“She’s my cousin’s best friend. Apparently, she is super hot and a virgin.” He shook his head.
The appeal of a virgin was huge and was definitely something on my list of conquests. I had slept with nine virgins so far, and the tenth would give me the golden chalice. I knew it was just me trying to separate myself from emotion, but virgin pussy was so amazing. Not only was it tight and untouched, but it was something that I would get to take, that no man could ever take again. It was just my thing. I honestly felt like I obsessed over things like this to keep my mind off the girl’s personality. I was too afraid to actually get to know someone.
“Okay, tell me about her,” I said, wanting to know more about what I was walking into.
“I don’t know all the details, but I’ll give my cousin a call later and set it up,” he replied, looking over his shoulder and checking out a redhead walking by in a short skirt. He pounded his drink and winced as he swallowed. “I think I might just have found my ticket to number ten. You think I can bag two in one night?”
I shook my head and laughed as he scooted off his bar stool and chased after the girl. One was enough for me. Enough sex, enough mess, and enough guilt for one night. I honestly didn’t know how he could keep up these streaks. Hudson was a sleaze ball, and not just any sleaze, the top, grade A kind. I wondered if he would ever find a girl and be taken out of the game because I knew I wouldn’t. My heart was gone.