Filthy Beast(80)

“Shit, Gavin,” I gasp a little bit, surprised by the pleasure. He pulls my hair tighter, sliding his fingers along my pussy, rubbing my clit, teasing me, before pressing his fingers inside of me.

It feels so fucking good. He kisses my neck as his fingers do their magic, working my pussy, and I’ve never felt this way before. He grips my hair hard in his fist and the slight pain only makes the pleasure so much better.

I can’t help but moan, although I try hard to keep them quiet and stifled. I know people are all around us, but it just doesn’t matter to me in this moment. Gavin’s hands do things to my body that I’ve never felt before.

“You like being with an older man, don’t you?” he whispers in my ear.

I moan a little in response. “I don’t know,” I admit.

“This is what you really need,” he says, looking into my eyes. “An older man to take care of you, to teach you things. You’re a good little rich girl, but deep down inside of you, I know there’s a dirty slut just begging to be let out.”

I gasp as his fingers press inside of me again and I shake my head. “I don’t know,” I moan, not thinking clearly, not able to. It feels too good.

“I know,” he says. “You need a Daddy. A man to make you feel good. To give you what you really want.” His lips find mine again and I’m losing it, completely and utterly.

I know where this is leading. There’s some voice in the back of my mind, screaming at me, telling me that he’s going to fuck me. He’s going to do it right here, right now, and oh god, I’ve never done it before. He doesn’t know that I’m a virgin. He clearly can see that I’m innocent and inexperienced, but he doesn’t know how far that goes.

I press my hands against his chest suddenly, terrified of what I’m doing. I feel overwhelmed and scared. What if I disappoint him? I can’t have my first time happen in a bathroom stall. I press him back a little and he looks at me, his head cocked to the side. His hand slips out from the front of my jeans.

“Wait,” I say, breathless. “Slow down.”

“Slow down?” He smirks. “Your body is saying something different, Sadie girl.”

“I know, I just, please. Let’s slow down.”

He nods. “Whatever you need.”

I lean back against the wall for a second, breathing deep, and he watches me. He smirks a little bit. “Come on,” he says. “Let’s get a drink. Take things slow.”

I nod and smile a little, relieved. I get myself together and then we leave the stall. I feel a little embarrassed when people stare at us coming out together, but I don’t care what these strangers think.

I almost fucked him in that bathroom with all these people around, and I’m not even drunk. That thought actually terrifies me a little bit. I always saw myself as a good person, someone who had morals and followed the rules, but maybe I’m wrong. I didn’t know that sex could make me feel this way.

It’s so good and it’s so wrong, and the wrongness makes it that much better. I know it’s messed up but I would have fucked him back there if I hadn’t said anything.

But he didn’t push. I could tell that he wanted it badly, could feel it in his body, but he backed off. I’m a little relieved, actually. I’ve heard so many stories of guys being pushy, but maybe men aren’t like that, at least real men aren’t. Gavin doesn’t seem like the type that needs to pressure someone into sex.

Being around him is pressure enough. His confidence is so sexy that I don’t know how long I can resist it.

We head back out into the main part of the club and angle toward the booth. But before we can get there, Reginald appears through the crowd.

I’m shocked to see him. I stop short and I feel Gavin tense just behind me.

“Miss Sadie,” Reginald says. “Your father sent me to bring you home.”

I stare at him, totally shocked. “How—how did you find me?”

He shakes his head, face stern. “Doesn’t matter. Please, come with me.”

“Sadie,” Gavin says, taking my hand. “You don’t have to go if you don’t want to.”

I turn away from Reginald and look up at Gavin. “I should go,” I say. “I had fun.”

He nods, a small smile on his lips. “Yeah. Me too.”

I kiss him quickly on the cheek, squeeze his hand, and then turn away. I follow Reginald, glancing back only once to see Gavin watching me leave.

I’m terrified as I get into the car. Reginald heads back toward our apartment, and I know I’m in deep shit.

I shouldn’t be surprised that someone was sent for me. My family is incredibly well connected. At a club like that, there are probably like fifty people that know me by sight, and I bet someone called my father to let him know that I was out with Gavin Waller. My father is going to be livid, but it doesn’t matter.