Bait

His rhythm is faultless, even as he frees his cock and guides it between my legs.

I suddenly love these hooker heels. I love the way they make the height difference so much more manageable. Love the way they make my ass stick out for him.

And I suddenly love the gag in my mouth, too. I need it as he shunts the head of his cock inside me.

Fuck.

I don’t think I’ll ever get used to the size of him. I don’t think I ever want to.

I’m beginning to know his ridges. Beginning to predict the way they hurt as they push their way in.

I’m moving to the beat of him, using the wall as leverage when I hear the conversation change around the corner.

“Where’s Abi? That call’s taking a while.” Lauren’s voice.

It takes me aback that they call me Abi when I’m not around.

Nobody here calls me Abi. Here it’s only been Abigail. I left Abi back in Hampshire.

“Maybe she’s gone to the bar on the way back?” Sarah suggests.

“How long have you known her?” Lauren’s voice.

“A few months. As actual friends only a few days, though.”

Actual friends. The description makes me smile around my gag.

I buck back at my monster a little harder. A little braver.

I wince as he makes me take another metal rung. My pussy clenches as hard around his dick as I dare, just because I love to hear him moan.

If I’m going to struggle for silence, then so is he.

“She’s great,” Lauren’s voice starts up again. “Took us a while to get to know her, but we love her. She’s amazing.”

“She’s so funny,” Sarah says. “I just know we’re gonna be friends a long time. I’ve had such fun these past few days.”

“She’s a star,” Jack’s voice says, and the monster slams me hard enough to take my breath. “She’s so down to earth. Kind. Bubbly.” He pauses. “Gorgeous.”

The crowd whoops and whistles and my monster fucks me so hard my eyes water. My poor makeup takes a pounding along with my pussy.

I’m grinning into my gag like a crazy. Slamming back at him with everything I have.

And then the conversation shifts. My stomach lurches.

“Hey, Sarah, do you know why she left Hampshire? Seems quite a drastic move.” Lauren’s always so nosey. Always.

“Guy trouble, I think,” Sarah answers. “Said she thought his dick was worth it until she got here and found better.”

More whooping, and I cringe. I know they all think it’s Jack’s dick I’m singing the praises of. All except Jack himself.

All except Jack and the monster behind me.

The monster’s voice is rough in my ear. “Is that fucking so?”

My embarrassment thrums. My pussy eats him up.

“Where is she?” someone groans – Kelly from sales, I think.

The monster grunts against my neck. “They think you’re fucking him, don’t they? They think you and him have a thing?”

I nod and spread my legs for more. Harder.

“Let’s put them right on that, then, shall we?” he growls. My nerves barely have time to prickle before his mouth clamps on my neck.

Teeth. Fuck, he’s a biter.

He pinches. Hard. Sucks harder with his dick buried inside me.

I moan for him. I couldn’t stop if the whole fucking world was watching.

I work myself back against that huge fucking dick and take everything he’s giving. His fingers speed up on my throbbing clit and I’m so wet I feel myself trickling down my thighs.

One bite isn’t enough. I’m on the edge at the second, and my ears ring as I crest at the third.

Oh fuck. Fuck.

It’s beautiful agony. My whole body screams in silence.

And so does his.

His body is wired muscle against my back, his grunts pained as he comes inside me.

He pants against my shoulder and I press my cheek to his.

Our breathing matches.

I feel his heartbeat against my back.

“I’ll go look for her,” Jack says finally, and the horror zings through me like lightning.

I tear the gag from my mouth and toss it to the floor, scrabbling to push the monster away enough to tug my slutty dress back down.

I’ve barely covered my tits as the footsteps round the corner. The monster is still zipping up his jeans as Jack comes into view.

And oh the fucking horror.

My smile is zany and awkward, my cheeks burning as the two parts of my world collide.

Jack starts when he sees me. His eyes widen as he sees the guy at my back.

My heart pains for him as he shifts into professional gear. There’s only a flash of disappointment before he’s all smiles.

“We were worried about you,” he tells me. “Wondering where you got to.”

I don’t even know where my phone is. I gesture to nothing as I tell him I just got back from my call with Mum, but Jack’s already stepping to my side, his hand outstretched to introduce himself to the monster.