I kiss a path from his neck up to his ear and whisper, “Come with me.” Fisting his t-shirt, I step backwards and mirror the smile he has on his face.
Kurt eagerly follows behind me with his arms wrapped tightly around my waist as we make our way down the long hallway. I quickly yank him into the dressing room I used tonight.
The minute we make it through the door I get to work on his belt, quickly undoing it then sliding his jeans down. I jump up onto my vanity and shimmy my dress up giving him easy access.
“You got a condom?” I ask as he steps between my thighs, and begins stroking his cock and teasing my clit with the head of it.
“I always come prepared.” He says as he fishes a condom out of his jeans pocket.
I snatch it out of his hands and get to work tearing open the foil and slowly sliding it over his hard length.
Resting my head back against the mirror, I close my eyes and shudder as he finally enters me. He does it just how I like it: fast and hard.
I don’t want to take this slow.
He grips my ass, lifting me a few centimeters off of the vanity. He angles my hips perfectly so he can increase his speed and thrust into me forcing his pubic bone to stimulate my clit.
This is going to be fast and pleasurable. Then we’ll each go on our merry way. My only goal is to have a good fuck that’ll numb my pain, even if it’s only temporary, and try to help me forget about Jordon.
I lace my fingers through his long shaggy blonde hair and get lost in the feeling of his mouth sucking on my neck. His cock slides in and out of me as I inch closer to the edge of climax.
“Faster!” I shout through clenched teeth as I arch my back and begin grinding my hips to meet each thrust.
“Fuck…” Kurt curses as his dick begins to grow harder and expands ever so slightly. He’s close to finishing, and I’m right there teetering on the verge of climaxing but I can’t reach my orgasm.
Squeezing my eyes shut, I picture Cane’s face, and imagine it’s him fucking me right now and not some stranger. I feel tingly as my orgasm begins to erupt from within me as Kurt’s body jerks, and he reaches his orgasm too.
I scream out as it pulsates throughout my body, and I’m shocked when Cane’s face begins to morph into Jordon’s. I’m staring into his piercing blue eyes as I ride the wave of ecstasy coursing through me.
What the hell just happened?
Panicking, I shove Kurt off me as he starts to pull out causing him to stumble back slightly. He loses his balance due to his jeans being down around his ankles.
Ranking my fingers through my hair, I jump down off the vanity and adjust my dress.
“I’m sorry, I gotta go.” I blurt out. I turn my gaze towards the door and try to fight back the tears that are threatening to fall.
My stomach, right on cue, starts to twist in knots as the all too familiar feeling of guilt consumes me. Only this time I feel guilt not only for having sex with a man that isn’t Cane, but also for having Jordon pop up in my subconscious as I climaxed.
I’ve never had that happen before. Never once have I envisioned another man besides Cane.
My head is spinning. It’s bombarded with a thousand thoughts running through it.
“Brittan, wait!” I hear Kurt shout out to me, as I run out of the dressing room and sprint towards the closest ladies room.
After splashing water on my face, I try to calm down but the panic attack is overtaking me and making it hard to breathe. It feels like someone is squeezing my lungs, making it impossible to get a drop of air into them.
Falling to my knees, I sit on the bathroom floor gasping for air as I fist my hands against my chest.
I noticed movement out of the corner of my eye and looked to my left. I muffle a scream as I slap my hand over my mouth. I see Cane standing beside me and as quickly as he was there, I blink and he’s gone.
Now my hallucinations are back. Fan-fucking-tastic!
With shaky legs, I grip the door knob, whip the door open and bolt out just in time to crash full force into Jordon, his skanky groupies and other bandmates.
A look of concern flashes across his face, “Whoa, Brittan!” He says reaching out and gripping my arms.
The purple headed chick with piercings covering her face and ears shoots daggers at me as she eyes Jordon’s hands on my body.
I’ll smack that glare straight off her face if she doesn’t stop glaring at me. I am not in the mood to deal with catty bitches tonight.
It probably doesn’t help that I look like shit at the moment. I have big raccoon eyes, and my hair is a complete mess. I look like I feel…like shit.
That’s what getting fucked in a dressing room then having a panic attack and seeing your dead fiancé will do to a girl.