“Don’t call me that.” There was no force on this planet that would get me to tell him I wasn’t wearing any underwear. He stalked forward, his eyes going dark, and this time, I knew it wasn’t in anger. I swallowed loudly and backed up until I hit the wall next to one of the bathroom doors. I was stuck.
“Matt,” I whimpered right before he was on me, and when I say on me, I mean on me. He attacked my mouth with a force I had never felt before. Don’t get me wrong; our sex life was good. His kisses were always tender and soft and sweet, and sometimes when he was extra horny, they would become demanding and desperate. Those were always my favorite times. But this kiss was not like all those other times. This was carnal and wet and flooded my senses with memories and emotions I wasn’t ready for. I gasped, and his tongue was instantly in my mouth, punishing and hard and demanding. I would like to say that I lifted my hands to his chest to push him away but I didn’t; I so didn’t. My brain blanked and clicked into autopilot, and I was lost to him.
At that moment, his mouth hot on mine, his hands roaming to my ass and cupping it possessively— he had me. I moaned, fishing his shirt in my hands, and he grabbed both my wrists in one hand and pinned them above my head while his hand on my ass came around and moved between us. His fingers skimmed the edge of my dress, and I whimpered, knowing what he was doing, and my nipples hardened in anticipation. It was no effort at all for him to move his hand three inches up under my dress, and when I felt his body stiffen, I knew he knew.
He pulled back from my lips, and his eyes flared as his fingers moved up higher and brushed the outside of my sex, causing a jolt to run through me and me to buck against him.
“Fuck, Rabbit.” He exhaled as he unpinned me from the wall only to half drag me into the bathroom and into the handicap stall at the end.
“Matt, what are you…?” I was cut off when he pressed me up against the stall door slammed his mouth on mine again and in a flash had his hands up my dress and his fingers were rubbing slow circles on my clit . I knew I should push him away, tell him to stop, but oh god, this urgency, this fire was all consuming.
“Fuck, your pussy is hot,” Matt said against my lips as he slid his fingers through my juices, and I clenched. Did I really want to go there with him?
“Let me in Ember.” He breathed against my mouth as he flicked his finger against my clit. All thought left my brain, and my body decided I wanted this for me, because Christ, that felt good. I eased my legs father apart for him, and he slid one finger inside me on a hiss while his thumb rubbed circles on my clit rewardingly. It was true I was always ready for him, but tonight, right now, was different. My body was radiating a massive amount of heat, all emanating from one spot.
“Matt,” I panted for more as he added two more fingers, pushing into me so hard his knuckles hit my clit and started a steady rhythm. His knuckles hit my clit in a delicious sensation that bucked my knees and would have had me falling to the floor if he hadn’t been holding me up .
“You feel that?” he asked, like he didn’t know what he was doing to me. I saw his erection through his jeans, and I knew exactly what this was doing to him.
“Yes,” I moaned rocking into him, wanting more when he squeezed my breast.
“The only thing stopping me from ripping this dress off of you is that youd have to walk out naked.” He proclaimed as he kneaded my breast some more, then leaned back and pulled it out, covering it quickly with his mouth.
“Oohh myy goddd.” I grabbed onto his head, pulling his hair hard for leverage. He lifted one of my legs around his waist, which made his fingers sink in so deep. Every flick of my nipple with his tongue, every push/pull motion he did with his fingers and the sound as he aggressively plunged into my sex over and over had my knees growing weaker and my panting growing louder. I was aware of the door opening and the chatter that was on the lips of some women as they got wind of what was going down in the last stall. I wanted to be embarrassed, but Matt grunted his satisfaction as I pulled him closer to me with my leg, and I couldn’t bring myself to care. I heard them giggling and whispering. I think even one girl commented on how she wished someone make her scream like that before I heard the door close again on their exit.
His fingers crooked inside me in that come here motion as his lips bit down on my nipple, and I exploded around him. I white- knuckled the railing as I came and came and came while Matt hissed out a curse word as his fingers slowed their rhythm. It’s not as if he hasn’t pleasured me before with his fingers, he has, and it’s always been good, but he had never taken me so roughly, so possessively using just his fingers before. The change in him is not just in his appearance.
“You have my fingers on lock,” he said as he breathed heavily onto my neck. I immediately lowered my leg and tried to come down from an amazing orgasm and unclench. I leaned back against the wall in bliss and only his seductive chuckle brought me back to the here and now, and I watched him suck my juices off his fingers. Oh god, I couldn’t believe he did that.
Hold up, I couldn’t believe I let him do that! This wasn’t me. I didn’t do public bathroom sex! I remember the women who came in and wow; that was embarrassing. I hope they are not outside the door waiting for us to finish. What if they applaud or something? I don’t know the etiquette here. While it was embarrassing, it was also hot and passionate and unlike anything I have ever felt before. As I fixed my dress and watched him wash up and prepare to leave, I knew two things: one; this was just a one-time thing and whatever fleeting thought I had of him lusting after me, that’s all it was. Lust. Which led me to two; we were still, most defiantly broken up.
“I cannot believe you just did that,” I said in a voice a little above a whisper as the thump thump thump of the club music seeped back into the little bubble we had. The reality of what we’d done came crashing down like an avalanche.
He turned to me, adjusted his erection, and walked out the stall. Of course, I followed after him, checking frantically under the stalls for feet; it’s one thing for people to know my sex noises but it’s another for people to hear me argue with the person who caused said sex noises. “You can’t just DO that!” I whisper-yelled as I paused in the mirror to make sure I didn’t have the ‘I just got owned in the bathroom’ look going on. Just because I became that girl tonight didn’t mean I wanted to look like that girl. He suddenly whirled on me and stalked back into my personal space and not in the good way.
“Then the next time you come into a place like this wearing something like that, wear some fucking underwear ,” he growled, actually growled, at me before spinning on his heels, opening the bathroom door on a hard pull, and storming out, leaving me standing there, frustrated but sated and wondering what the actual shit just happened.
Chapter six
Matt
Shiiiiiiit.
What the hell had I just done?
I’ve never been so hard in my life. So ready to throw Ember up against the stall and fuck her within an inch of her life. She was right; I had no right touching her. Hell, I had no right even looking her in direction when I felt her presence, but that hadn’t stopped me from doing it. Any of it. I tracked her movements like a predator, never taking my eyes off my prey, and when I saw every guy she passed stare at her ass, something primal in me snapped. I knew without a doubt this was my sign; it was like my ma slapping me upside the head and telling me to pay attention. My whole body tensed, electrified and reacting way before my brain caught up and froze me to the spot. But when I saw some asshole grind his cock on her ass and she didn’t pull away it forced my feet to move to and do something so that no one here tonight could get it twisted about who she was with .
Coming out tonight was more out of habit than anything else, and when I saw an ass I’d know anywhere wrapped up in a tight dress with some fuck me heels, I knew. Hell, my dick stirred when she walked in, the first time it’s done that since leaving Ember, which should have been
the first sign that I’d screwed up with her. But Ember in a place like this on a night like tonight would never happen. Hell, on any night. She was a good girl; she didn’t do shit like come to a fucking strip club or wear the shit she had on. Except she was here and in a dress that I knew she didn’t own that had her tits sitting high and her ass, shit her ass sitting even higher. Ember had always had a great ass, one of the many things I loved about her, but I had never seen it look quite like it did in that dress, round and plump enough to bite. She was different tonight: sexy, beautiful, and hot.
She was one of those girls who never had to try and be beautiful, she just was, and she was hot, but tonight, she was fire. I should have walked away after I got her away from that prick; I should have left her by the bathroom with a warning and grabbed Spence and got the hell out of there, but shit, the minute I caught on that she wasn’t wearing anything under that damn dress, it was game over. The need to have her, to mark her in some way, leave my scent all over her rose up so fiercely. It glossed over the fact that she was not mine anymore. Guess who didn’t give a shit?
When she hadn’t fought me on it, like I thought she would after I stroked her folds the first time, it just opened the gates. Shit, to be honest, I didn’t even know I had that kind of hunger in me. I yearned for the feel of her, and the smell of her and her arousal was so strong the air was thick with it. Her level of arousal surprised me. Our sex life wasn’t dull, but shit, she had never been that wet before or that aggressive. When she grabbed me to bring me closer, I thought I was going to come in my pants. Hell, thinking about it had me wanting to come in my pants, but screw that.
I needed to take her home…
“Spence, do me a solid.” I pulled him to the side, away from a smug looking Mika and told him what I needed from him. Spence lived for this shit. He was never shy, plus, this would get him just what he wanted: Mika hot for his dick. A slow smile spread across his face when he pulled away. “Fucking a bro.”
I just had to sit back and wait. Knowing Spence, it wouldn’t be long.
Chapter seven
Ember
I stumbled out of the bathroom after having put my panties back on, too late now Harrington, and passed two girls who gave me a knowing look. I prayed they gave me the look because of what just went down and not because they recognized who I was. I knew exactly what my mother would say if she found out: Really Ember? Have some decorum. A Harrington never behaves that way in public. Oh well, no use crying over spilled peanut butter ; hope they enjoyed the show. I needed to get out of here and fast. This was a mistake; this whole damn night was one giant mistake. Who was I kidding? I should have known better than to think that I could let him do that and then just walk out like nothing happened. What did I think was going to happen after? He’d fall to his knees and tell me he loved me and wanted me back? Wake up Ember! It took more than getting finger banged in a public bathroom to fix a broken heart. I needed to find Mika and get the hell home.
I bumped my way through the crowd and grabby hands and finally found my way to the bar where I could get a better view of the dance floor. Ah ha! There she was, kissing…some random guy that wasn’t Spence. See, free love. I held in my chastising look and kept her locked in sight while I pressed through the crowd over to her. She and Spence had what they had, and it worked for them. I hated to play the part of cock blocker tonight, but I knew I wasn’t ready to people yet, and I just needed home and peanut butter. I had just stepped into the small enclave where she and the mystery dude were making out pretty heavily when I felt the air crackle. You know how it feels right before a storm? Where the air is thick with…something? I swear, even though the club was stifled and hot, the air just changed.
The next thing I knew, Spence stalked over and hauled the guy around by his shirt collar and punched him in the gut.
“Too fucking far Mika,” he seethed, giving her a don’t-fuck-with-me look. She stood up and got in his face, toe to toe, which wasn’t a small feat as Spence was easily 6’2”. Mika didn’t back down, and for a minute, all the music faded away but not in a good way, as all the tension bled into this moment. I knew that Spence would never hurt her, but I had never seen this side of him before. I looked over and noticed Matt watching closely, but he didn’t appear surprised. Clearly, I’d missed something about Spence over the years. Figures.
Just when I was about to suggest to Mika that we take off, her lip curved into a seductive smile. In a quick motion, Spence threw her over his shoulder and stalked toward the door, people making a path for them. I stood openmouthed and watched him slap her ass and her smile grew wider, wondering what the shit just happened?
No, really. What just happened? Plus, Mika was my ride home!
“Come on, I’ll give you a ride,” Matt said as he grabbed my waist and steered me to the exit. I hadn’t even noticed him move over to me, but my body reacted to him being so close after what we just did in the bathroom; it was too much for me. I needed space and time to process, not a ride home.
“No, I’ll call an Uber,” I said stiffly and removed his hand from around my waist. He legit expected me to get into a confined space with him, like it was NBD?
“You hate Ubers.”
This was true; I’d seen this special once on this Uber guy who had a hidden camera in his seats, and ever since then I avoided taking pay fare transportation. But it was either that or Matt.
Uber was looking really good at the moment.
“Come on Rabbit, it’s just a ride I swear,” he said when he saw the struggle in my face. I knew I had no other option, but I wanted to make it seem like I did. It was ludicrous to even be struggling with this. I mean after what we just did— what I let him do— it should have been a no brainer for him to give me a ride home. But this was different…Although, calling Harley was looking more and more like an option the more I over thought, but she was 45 minutes away.
Crappers.
“Fine,” I griped. “But I swear on all that is holy Matt, do not touch me.” When he only smirked and made a sweeping motion with his hand like saying after you, I tried to storm away. Of course, I tripped in those freaking boots that I had no business wearing in the first place and fell right into his arms.
Piss my life.
“Good thing I don’t follow directions very well,” he said as he steadied me with a firm grip on my waist.
“You can let go now,” I said trying to pry his hand away from my waist and ignoring the slight pain in my ankle. Stupid heels.
“You sure? I don’t mind holding on until we get to my car.”
I bet he wouldn’t. Instead of answering him, I forced myself to walk, without limping, out of his grasp and headed for the exit without looking back. I managed to make it to the car without another incident and waited for him to click the locks.
“Damn, Rabbit, I’m impressed and turned on watching you walk,” he said as he waited until he got to his side before disengaging the locks. What an asshole.
Choosing to ignore him, because why not, I got in and buckled my belt and waited for this ride to be over. I should have never let Mika, who, hello, hasn’t even called to see if I’m okay, talk me into this stupid night.
“You hungry, want to grab something to eat?’ he asked as he stared the car. Was he high? Was I hungry?
He was kidding me right? I said as much along with the incredulous repulsed look I shot him.
“What?” He legit looked dumfounded. Like he couldn’t understand why I was looking at him like he just told me he had sex with his cousin.
“Matt, I…” I was at a lost. How does one handle this? I mean he just tongued me in the bathroom of a strip club for crying out loud, and he’s not even my boyfriend anymore and here he was acting like it was normal.
“You look sexy in that dress,” he said in a tone that I knew all too well. God how could his voice, his smell, and the way he’s watching me stil
l turn me into mush after everything he’s done?
“Why are you doing this?” I all but whimpered. This wasn’t fair right? After almost three months of nothing, no communication from him, me wallowing and crying and getting fat on peanut butter, whipped cream, and fudge before finally deciding to move on, only to be ruined by one night, one act of weakness.
“Fuck,” he sighed and rubbed his beard, which I had to admit was sexy as shit. He always kept his face clean-shaven, wanting to have that professional look, but the beard was working for him, like, a lot.
“I made a mistake Ember. I fucked up. I love you, but I fucked up. Just tell me what to do.”
I couldn’t breathe. I opened and closed my mouth a few times trying to find air, but couldn’t get any. This was how I was going to die? Having all the air escape my lungs with one sentence ? The one sentence I had been praying, and hoping and chanting into a stupid mantra in week two that he would say and he just said it. He made a mistake. I should be happy, right?
I couldn’t even articulate actual words to tell him how pissed I was, it’s been eight and a half weeks and he just now came to this realization? I freaking ate peanut butter from a jar because of him!
“Take me home.” I found the words.
“Em…”
“For shit’s sake, Matt take me home, or I swear I will get out and walk.”
“And I would just drag you back to the car kicking and screaming babe, you know I would.”
Crap, he would to.
“Baby, talk to me,” he pleaded, and if I wasn’t so pissed at him, I might see his presence seemed duller. Although he had gained muscle, he’d lost weight, and his eyes looked…sad.
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