Page 295 of Rage

“What?” I asked, horrified. “No I—I want?—”

“Oh,” Kenely purred, tucking a lock of my sweaty blonde hair behind my ear. “You want me to taste that sweet little pussy, Olivia?”

I ground my hips against theirs, desperately trying to will their fingers into my aching cunt. “Stop teasing me, please—I can’t take it!”

“Don’t tell me I’m disappointing you, princess,” Kenley murmured with their dark hazel eyes narrowed, the tips of their fingers just barely slotting into my opening.

Another fucking tease, but one that sent me wild as they turned me back to the mirror, half bent over the vanity as they inched their fingers in incrementally deeper.

“No! Of course not—! I—God,fuck!” I rocked my hips back against their hand, relishing the relief even this tiny bit of subtle stretch provided.

I wanted them to use me.

To make the sloppy, messy person staring back at me through my eyes shatter into a million pieces onto the sticky bathroom floor.

They didn’t make me wait long, easing my knee up onto the vanity so my cunt was as bared to the room as my chest. The view of my skirt bunched lewdly at my waist along with the wet sheen of my thighs made me moan, my forehead making contact with the cool glass as I bent forward.

I should’ve been mortified, but I’d always had a bit of an exhibitionist streak. And to be caught with someone as beautifully handsome as Kenley? What an ego boost.

Kenley’s hands found my hips, angling me the way they wished, digits pressing deeper into my drooling sex. The sound of my slick desire dripping to the countertop was drowned by the music beyond the door, but I could see the small pool beginning to form the longer they fucked me, achingly slowly, with their fingers.

I panted their name, a pathetic, needy noise that made my pussy throb as the glass fogged with my stuttering breaths.

“Look in the mirror,” Kenley ordered, their lips making contact with the swell of my ass. “I want you to watch yourself as your slutty little cunt swallows my hand.”

I shuddered, using my hand to steady myself against the glass to comply with their request. My reflection obscured slightly in places by my own lewd lip prints.

They met my eyes in the mirror, peering around my body from their place on the floor. “I’m going to make you come so hard you forget your name,” Kenley promised, fucking me viciously with their fingers. Their face lit as they slotted a thirdinto me, arching their hand upwards to find my sweet spot. “Is that what you need gorgeous? Someone to fuck you right?”

I nodded, unsteady as loud moans mingled with the wet clap of Kenley’s motions. It was all I could do, really. They could offer to take me home right now and I’d happily say yes, but I worried if we stopped in this moment there would be nothing to stop me from fucking them in the cab home.

Kenley used a hand on my hip to pull my sex towards them, trading their finger’s from fucking me to rubbing my clit as their tongue teased my slit. They let out a groan of approval, sucking and slurping at my pussy like they were caught between wanting to please me and chasing my taste. They tongued my entrance and I moaned loudly, my free hand flying backwards to push their face further into my centre, hips canting to grind against them as my release threatened with every swipe of fingers and tongue.

“Yes, yes! Just like that!”

Kenley speared me with their tongue, lapping at my arousal like it was their favourite meal and I broke. My moans and pants skyrocketed in desperation, every breath more erratic until I was shaking with the release of it, stars dancing at the corners of my vision as pleasure sparked from every nerve ending.

My mouth was open in a near comical ‘O’ as I shuttered and whimpered, continuing to grind on Kenley’s face in a futile attempt to chase another climax so quickly after the first.

Not that it mattered, Kenley seemed happy to continue on, wrapping their mouth around my clit for a firm suck that made me keen pathetically.

“Have you ever been fucked with a strap before?” they asked, pressing two fingers back into my cunt and scissoring them, making the tightened muscles contract around them.

I shook my head, half sobbing with the pleasure of their relentless attention. “No, never.”

“My hotel isn’t far…” Kenley said slowly, pressing a sweet kiss against my side totally at odds with the vicious addition of a third and fourth finger, picking up their pace once more. “I’d like for you to come back with me, if you want.” Their hand stilled as they leaned around to catch my eye. “I’m not ready for this to be over if you aren’t.”

I shook my head, cheeks flushed as I met their eyes in the glass. The door swung open with a wave of heat, music, and the familiar sound of a drunk girl crying. Kenley was up in a flash, setting me onto the floor and covering my body with theirs as they righted my dress. The only evidence of what we’d been doing was the small puddle left on the vanity as a group of girls walked in, talking loudly about one of their ex-boyfriends—or maybe current boyfriends?

Honestly, I wasn’t listening hard enough to tell, too focused on the taste of myself on Kenley’s lips as they kissed me.

“What do you say, gorgeous? Come back with me?”

“I hope it’s not far.”

“It isn’t, promise.”

I told myself it didn’t mean anything as I grabbed a paper towel from the dispenser, wiped up my mess and tossed it in the trash before grabbing Kenley’s hand to lead them to the door.

But a little voice, one that still had too much hope for the life I’d lived, whispered to me sweetly as we waited for the coat check girl to bring me my purse, that if I’d asked, Kenley would’ve happily covered for me.

The End… For now.

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