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Slap.
Like hands clapping.
Followed by a low, pleading sound that reminded me of a moan.
I reared back from the wood, my heart stalling in my chest.
No way.
She couldn’t be-
“God, you feel good.”
A different voice.
Low...and definitely male.
Someone was hooking up in the bathroom while I was out here holding it, trying to not overexcite myself or think about liquid or water or...wetness.
I knocked again, my strikes insistent. I hated to be that person, but they needed to take the party elsewhere. “Excuse me, I need to-”
“Oh my God!” The woman’s howl of pleasure shut me right on up and I took a step backward, almost tripping over a chair propped against the wall. There was a deep, secret part of me that was intrigued. Especially when the door thudded with a force that made me gasp. Like he’d lifted her up and slammed her against it. Finding the right angle before he...
I bit my lip as I tugged at my necklace, heat flying to my cheeks. A different kind of tingle fluttered through my groin. I didn’t talk about sex 24/7 like Tamara, but I was no prude. After doing everything I was supposed to do, dating a nice guy, getting engaged, then getting dumped, I decided that I wouldn’t bother with love and would focus on my career. Get my kicks when I could. And it had been way too long since I had a guy who just took what he wanted, when he wanted. Who was ballsy enough to hook up in a bathroom.
A bathroom I kinda needed to use.
I pounded the door a third time, using my fists to help demonstrate how impatient I was getting. The answering jerks that vibrated through my hands made me wonder if the prick was just messing with me now. Teasing me.
I glared at the door, officially way more annoyed than aroused, ready to drop kick the door or grab that chair and beat it down.
Then the woman wailed.
I was no screamer, but even the most quiet woman knew that sound. It was when you reached the point of no return. That dizzying moment where your world is turned inside out and your whole body sings with pleasure.
It was a sound that made me want flee and find a different bathroom because how could I face them after-
The door flew open and I came face to face with a thoroughly fucked bridesmaid. Her tulle skirt was all over the place, her pale hair a wild mess, her eyes drowsy with lust. She wore this naughty grin on her face. Gloating.
She didn’t even bother with an apology, glancing over her shoulder at her partner. The man with the voice that reminded me of midnight and sweat and gripping bedsheets.
“Shit! Jason, we’ve gotta go line up! Jessie is gonna murder us.”
She practically plowed right through me, right to be afraid of Jessie because I’d already witnessed her make several of her staff members tear up.
Now that the bridesmaid and fifty yards of tulle had left the room, my eyes shot to the next thing that was taking up space—a thick, bulging penis, that looked like it was just getting warmed up.
I rounded the tip of it, swollen and glistening with the pleasure it had just given out in spades. Every veiny inch of it seemed to beckon me to come closer.
It whispered, ‘your turn’.
My hands flew to my face as I realized that this wasn’t some sort of fever dream. There was a real, live man who’d just fucked a real, live woman...and he was standing in front of me with his pants down. Holding the most delicious cock I’d ever seen. And-
Wait.
I peered out from behind the curtain of my fingers. Even if the bridesmaid hadn’t given it away with her parting words, the deep, charcoal hue of his tailored suit and the red carnation pinned to his lapel would have told me he was a groomsmen, but that wasn’t why I was staring.
I never forget a face...and I’d seen his before.
