Page 9 of Ruined Promises

His stern voice and dirty words unleash something inside me.

Once the condom is on, Ben reaches behind my thighs, hoisting me up. I instinctively wrap my legs around his waist.While one hand clings to his shoulder, I thread my fingers of the other hand through his dark locks, tugging on the ends and pull him into a searing kiss. A kiss I feel all the way down to my core with a new layer of wetness seeping out of me.

“You are so fucking sexy, Lexi,”he breathes against my lips before claiming them again. I know there is no way I won’t be walking out of here with my lips swollen—both of them.

Ben lines up his cock to my entrance, teasing me as he drags it up and down my slit, coating the condom with my arousal.Without warning, he thrusts into me, and I cry out. He slowly pulls out so that just the tip is still seated within me before shoving his cock back deep inside me. He kisses me feverishly, and I moan loudly into his mouth as his thumb findsmy clit, rotating in a circular motion.

“Fuck, I’m going to come,” I moan, and suddenly he stops thrusting and pulls outofme.

“Not yet.” He moves us from the door to the counter. The perk about meeting in one of the hottest dance clubs in town? The luxurious bathrooms.He sets my bare ass on the counter and spreads my legs wideas he lowers himself. He latches onto my clit, sucking on my little bundle of nerves, and then he inserts a finger. “I want to taste you,” hemurmurs, the vibrations sending waves of pleasure through my body. I slap the mirror behind me with one hand, thankfully not hard enough to shatter or damage it, while the other grips on to the counter as Ben laps up my orgasm.

He doesn’t even give me time to recuperate because he’s standing and sliding his cock back inside me. And he doesn’t stop. I come, and I come again before he buries his face into my neck, groaning as he finds his own release. The brush of his facial hair tickles my skin.He slowly pulls back, both of us breathless as we stare into each other’s eyes.Did this really happen? Did I just have sex witha strangerin the bathroom of a nightclub? I don’t know anything about this man—he could be a serial killer for fuck’s sake.

Ben removes the condom and tucks himself away. He tosses the condom in the trash and walks back over to me.I amsliding off the counter, adjusting my panties and dress, when he stands in front ofme, caging me in.He cups the back of my neck and kisses me. I taste my releaseon his tongue.When he pullsback,he places his forehead against mine.“I know you’re in the VIP section with your friends, but will you come back to my section for a drink?”

I nibble on my lip, unsure.He traces my bottom lip that is stuck between my teeth, releasing it. “Meet me upstairs, Lex.” His eyes plead with me.

I don’t know if it’s the postorgasm haze orthe way this man messes with my thoughts,but I nod. “Okay. But let me freshen up first.”

He kisses my cheek, lingering just a moment longer than necessarybefore he unlocks the door and exits. I spin,facing the mirror. My makeup is smeared with sweat, and my hair is a mess. AsBrynnwould say, Ilook thoroughly fucked. Can I go out there and have a drink as if I didn’t just let this stranger fuck the hell out of me?

I run cold water on a paper towel and dab my face, fixing themessed-upmakeup.This guy—from the moment he walked up to me on the dance floor,I felt a pull to him. My skin feels hot, too hot. I can’t believe I had sex with someone I haven’t even known an hour—that’s not like me. I can count on one hand the number of people I have had sex with, and none of them was ever like this.

The blood pounds in my ears as I grip the countertop, looking down at my feet. My heart thuds in my chest to the same beat of the music. This is all too much. I close my eyes and count to three, trying to relax my breathing. When I return my gaze to my reflection, my eyes swim with tears that I refuse to let spill over.

I need to get out of here. Thankful I still have my clutch and phone, I quickly text Hadley.

Me:Not feeling so well. Guess the champagne caught up to me.Heading home. See you tomorrow.

With my phone back in my clutch, I open the door and make sure the coast is clear and that Ben or my friendsaren’twaiting for me and quickly make my escape. I graba taxi sitting out front and don’t look back.

---