“I don’t think I can,” I said. But as he continued working me, kissing my neck, I knew that was a lie.
“Please. You’re panting. You’re practically about to burst,” he growled, grinning.
He was right. Shit, I’d never been so close to coming from a guy just rubbing me like that before. Normally I needed way more time, but with him it was fast and brutal and totally overwhelming.
“Okay. Okay, you can make me come,” I gaped as he kissed me again.
I began to move my hips with his hand working my clit, over and over, slow and fast circles sending pleasure bolting through my brain.
“I’m close,” I gasped.
“Come on, babe. Come nice and hard for me.”
And it overtook me, pleasure rolling like waves through my brain as my body contracted. I came on his fingers, his masterful, incredible fingers, and moaned loudly, not caring if someone heard. His hot breath on my neck only made it more intense as he whispered dirty encouragement into my ear.
“That’s right, come on my fingers. I love making this soaked little pussy come. I love your slick clit and perfect tits.”
Slowly it passed and he moved back, grinning at me.
“Holy crap,” I said, breathing deeply.
He took my hand and pressed it against his big, bulging cock. I squeezed and began to stroke it softly, my eyes wide.
“My turn now,” he grunted. “Think you can make me come?”
“I think so,” I said softly.
“I want to see you suck this cock. I want to see you swallow all my hot cum.”
I gasped and bit my lip, shocked. “First, what’s your name?”
“Nathan. You can call me Nate.”
I blinked and cocked my head. There was something about that name, something really familiar . . .
But before I could think of it, my phone began to buzz.
“Shit,” I said.
“Go ahead.” He nodded at my pocket.
I pulled out my old, beat-up phone and read the text. It was from Lydie.
shiitttttt I’m maddd dunk girl
And two more in quick succession:
siickkk as fuuuckkkk
omg bitch pukingggggg
I wrote back, Where are you? Are you okay?
bathroom bitch just puked need to rally
I cursed under my breath, putting my phone away.
“What’s the matter, babe?” Nate asked.
“My friend. She’s wasted right now and needs some help.”
He grunted, nodding. “Well then, let’s go find her.”
I frowned down at his huge dick, still hard as hell. “I’m sorry.”
He grabbed me by the hair, a soft fist full, and pulled me close. I gasped as surprise and excitement filled me.
“You’ll pay me back.”
“When?”
“Later.” He grinned and let me go. “Come on.”
“She’s in the girl’s bathroom, I think.”
I followed him back inside, back through the hallways, and out toward the bathrooms. We skipped the line, ignoring the loud complaints of other girls. He silenced them with a look and followed me inside.
“What the fuck?” some girl putting lipstick on said as soon as she saw Nate.
“Helping a friend,” he grunted.
“Whatever, perv.”
“Lydie?” I called out.
“Claire? Bitch, is that you?”
The voice was coming from the far stall. She sounded awful, but I expected that. I walked over and stood outside the door while Nate leaned up against the wall, his arms crossed.
“It’s me. Are you okay?”
“I just puked up like a thousand dollars in drinks, but otherwise okay.”
“Can you get up?”
“I can dance but I can’t walk.”
Nate grinned at me and I smiled back. “Lydie, come on. I’ll get you a cab.”
“No. No way. I’m dancing!”
And then she puked again, a fresh heave. I cringed as I heard it hit the water.
“Okay, maybe not,” she mumbled, spitting.
“Come on, Lydie. Open up.”
The stall door unlocked and pushed open. Inside, Lydie was hugging the toilet bowl, looking miserable.
Part of me felt like she totally deserved it for her nasty comment earlier. But I knew Lydie was actually a great person at heart, even if she sometimes put her foot in her mouth.
“Come on, let’s get you up,” I said, trying to help her stand.
“No. No, thanks. I’m sleeping here.” She was dead weight as I struggled with her.
“Lydie, seriously. This isn’t funny. Let’s get you home.”
Suddenly Nate was there, moving me aside.
“Okay, girl, time to go,” he said, grabbing her by the arms and hoisting her up.
“Fuck!” she said as Nate placed her on her feet. “Who the hell is this dreamboat?”
“Lydie, this is Nate.”