Page 37 of Seven Ways Back

There’s a faint noise coming from somewhere out there, but I can’t focus enough to pay attention to it.

Zach’s hips slam into my butt with such force, I’d be banging my head against the door if I didn’t have my cheek flat to it.

His arm comes around my waist, pulling me harder against him. The change in positions makes his cock touch something inside of me that makes me feel weak in the knees. My arms stretch to lean more forward against the door.

That’s when I see a pair of shiny leather shoes peeking from the other side of the door. I almost start screaming in distress, but Zach’s hand comes down on my pussy, slapping it hard. I do start screaming but for very different reasons.

“I’m…” I start gasping with my heart beating in perfect rhythm with the slap of our skin against each other. “I’m coming,” I try again. That doesn’t seem to stop Zach in the least.

“Squeeze me with your wet pussy,” he growls, and my walls clench around him without a second thought or directive from my brain. “Just like that, yeah,” he moans into my shoulder.

The heel of his hand is pushing against my clit while his fingers seem to have formed a V around his own cock. I am so turned on, I may expire from the effort not to make more noise.

I look at the floor, and while I don’t see the leather shoes underneath our door anymore, I know he, whoever he is, is still in here with us, listening, enjoying the show.

The whole thing should bother me, I think to myself. But it just seems to prolong my climax. I have never been into public displays of affection, let alone public sex. It is not me. At least not until just now. I have never felt this good before.

“Give me another one, Hunter,” Zach’s voice brings me back from my trance. My pussy walls squeeze around him again, responding to whatever frequency he talks to me in. It has me locked in, unable to form thoughts of my own, or voice anything at all.

“Now,” he sinks his teeth into my shoulder and pinches my clit at the same time, so hard that I see stars. And I come in another flood of my own juices that seem to make his movements smoother yet.

“Yes,” I think he says, though his teeth are still latched onto my shoulder. “Fuck yes, like that.”

I have no idea what happens after that. My orgasm seems to be going on forever when I feel Zach finally spilling inside of me. It is all hitting me from all sides.

“Zach,” my voice comes out raw and scratchy. “I can’t breathe,” I whisper even though I am breathing just fine. This experience with him, right here, right now, it is taking my breath away. I need him to feel the same way that I do.

I need him to tell me that he still loves me.

The thought pops into my head out of nowhere, freezing me in place, all the ecstasy from seconds ago being forgotten. I stop moving, and just listen to his grunts of pleasure until he finally stops moving his hips.

With the alcohol in my blood clear out of my head, I am horrified by what we just did. Not necessarily having had sex with Zach, but the fact that we did it in a public restroom, in a hotel in Las Vegas.

“Good job, mate,” a loud fist bangs against the door. That’s followed by footsteps taking the guy out of the restroom. I would’ve found the Australian accent super hot had I not been in this position. I can’t believe we had sex with an audience.

As if he can sense my inner turmoil, Zach’s hands move slowly across my belly, his thumbs circling around my belly button. I expected him to pull out of me as soon as we were done, but he seems to be taking his time with it.

Finally, just when I think that I can’t stand like this anymore, Zach pulls his cock out of me. I can’t help the moan escaping my lips. I feel so empty now, and my chest constricts in pain. I hate this feeling of emptiness. It’s been living inside of me for all these years, and it seemed to take a quick break while Zach fucked my brains out. But now, it’s back.

“Hunter,” Zach places a soft kiss over the bite on my shoulder where I am sure I’ll have a huge mark.

I sigh in disappointment when he pushes me away the few necessary inches for him to pull his pants back up. When I hear him rolling some toilet paper out of the dispenser, I glance behind me and jump in surprise when he starts cleaning me up. Once that’s done, he pulls my thong in place, making sure it is sitting comfortably on my hips before bringing my pants up, buttoning them back up with sure moves. Like he’s been doing this for the women he sleeps with. Like he’s got a lot of experience with what we just did…

“Hunter?” his deep voice makes me shiver, and I’m glad my back is still to him. I don’t think I can look at him right now. “Are you still scared of me?”

“N-no,” I stutter, but he can tell I’m lying. I have never been more scared in my life, maybe not even seven years ago. What is going to happen to me now? His next words don’t make me feel any better.

“You should be…”

CHAPTER 20

I missed you

Zach

Dragging Hunter to the men’s restroom was not part of the plan, I think to myself as I watch her trying to pull herself together after we fucked in the stall.

“I don’t want to walk out there,” she whispers dramatically while running her hands through her hair.

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