Right (Wrong 2)

Shit. He’s so sweet.

Then he fucks me so hard I worry about the safety of my wrists and I end up with both forearms pressed against the wall to keep my head from cracking into it.

He comes with a husky grunt, stilling as he presses me into the wall, his body pressed along my back for a long moment, before setting me down on my feet and withdrawing.

“I’m turning on the light.”

There’s a light?

I squint, the warning doing nothing to help my eyes adjust to the sudden invasion of light. I grumble, leaning against the wall, annoyed I have to stand right now. I want to lie down on something soft while Sawyer runs his fingers over my naked back and I fall asleep with my head on his shoulder. Instead I have to pull myself together and slip back into this party.

Sawyer wraps his fingers around the base of the condom and slides it off his cock, then ties it off into a knot. He’s still partially erect. I love watching his dick, seeing it in all its various states. It fascinates me. I love that he doesn’t care—he’s not shy about my curiosity in the slightest. I asked him to come on my tits last week just so I could watch. Not shockingly, he was happy to oblige that request.

I couldn’t take my eyes off him, watching him masturbate, knees on either side of my hips. His arms—fuck, those arms. His biceps flexing as he held himself over me, jerking himself with one hand, rougher with himself than I ever am with him. Then he came, erupting onto my chest, and I didn’t know where to focus. On his face, watching me while he did it, or the actual release onto my skin. I mean, I don’t ever get to see that.

The look on his face when I ran my hand through it, spreading it over my tits, well, that was a look that will be embedded into my memory forever. And a moment later when he tossed my legs over his shoulders and stuck his face between my thighs… well, I think he enjoyed it too.

He pockets the condom and zips himself up, then turns to me. “You okay there, Boots?” There’s a smirk on his face that indicates he knows damn well that I’m fine. Well fucked, but fine. He closes the distance between us and nudges my chin up with his finger, then presses his lips to mine. “There’s a bathroom around the corner,” he says, straightening my hair with his fingers before bending and pulling the underwear still around my thighs up to my hips.

I nod and he grabs my hand before killing the light, then walks us back into the party like he owns the place. He walks me to the ladies’ room and I have a fleeting thought wondering if he’s ever fucked anyone else in that particular closet before deciding that I don’t care. I don’t give one fancy fuck who he’s been with, I’ve got him now and I’m keeping him.

I enter the bathroom and head straight for a stall to clean myself up, but I’m waylaid by Chloe and Sandra sitting in the lounge portion of the ladies’ restroom. I’ve walked into a conversation and a sad Sandra.

“Oh, hey.” I wave and eye the stalls across the room.

Chloe frowns and eyes me slowly. “At the party, Everly? Really? He lives like ten feet away. Jesus.”

Sandra’s eyes widen as she glances between us, getting Chloe’s meaning.

I shrug and head for a stall. “You’ve seen him, right?” I call out. “His place is much too far away when he looks like that.”

“Oh, God,” Sandra replies behind me.

“Be thankful you don’t live with her. Weekend update takes on a whole new meaning.”

“I can hear you!” I call from behind the door.

“I know!” Chloe calls back.

I finish and wash my hands then walk over to where they’re sitting, hand on hip.