Page 39 of Your Biggest Downfall
“Please,” I panted. “Fuck me.”
A low chuckle reverberated in the disgusting-ass bathroom, and he grabbed my hips as he thrust into me.
I thought he was going to pause, but he was fucking relentless, and I was desperate. I needed to fucking come, shamelessly. He continued to rail me, and I was insatiable. His balls slapped against my pussy as he fucked me.
While holding onto my hips, he continued to impale me with his massive cock. I closed my eyes, letting myself get lost in the feeling. I was floating until there was a large smacking sound.
It took me a moment to register what had happened, but his hand came down on the bare skin of my ass. The thong got in the way a little, and I briefly noticed he hadn’t even taken my underwear down.
“Fuck,” he cried. “I’ll never be able to fuck anyone else again,” he panted.
“W—Why?” I managed to ask, but I felt myself waning.
My high was gone, and it was like slowing down after being in fast-forward for so long.
“Because you’re fucking mine,” he growled and thrust into me a few more times.
I thought he was going to come, but nothing happened. Instead, he tried to hold onto me just as I lost my high.
I’d come back down from what felt like floating, realizing where I was and what I was doing. It hit me all of a sudden, hard and fast, as did the regret.
“Austin,” I said, standing up. “I—I?—”
“Dammit,” he cried and pulled out of me.
I turned to look at him. His eyes were glassy. He was still high as fuck, which was probably why he couldn’t come.
“Austin, I—” I shook my head, shame running into me like a freight train.
It happened so suddenly and quickly. My emotions were all over the place, but the strongest feeling was the shame of what I had done. I was so emotionally dysregulated, and I couldn’t think straight. I was ashamed for myself, for Austin, for the two of us because I actually liked him. I didn’t want him to think of me as the girl who got high and fucked in the bathroom, even though that was exactly who I was in that moment.
“Nova.” His voice was raspy but quiet.
I looked down and realized his dick was covered in blood—my blood.
“Nova,” he repeated.
I shook my head, my eyes stinging. “No.”
My heart was racing again, but this time it wasn’t because of the cocaine.
“Nova. Did you just let me take your virginity while you were high in the fucking bathroom of a bar?”
I shook my head and pulled down my skirt. I pushed past him to the stall door, not caring about the stickiness between my legs.
“So, what?” I bit back without looking at him.
I fumbled with the lock, grateful that no one was in here to witness my epic mental breakdown.
“So, what?” Austin repeated, sounding incredulous.
I could hear him fumbling with his pants behind me, but my focus was on getting the hell out of the bar. I pushed the heavy door open and stepped into the dimly lit hallway, my heart pounding in my chest.
The music pulsed through the air, a chaotic backdrop to my frantic thoughts. I wanted to run away. I didn’t deserve to escape with Austin because I was always two seconds away from the truth.
Panic surged through me, my need to find Luna overwhelming everything else.
I moved through the bar, searching for her, my vision blurred by tears. The crowd seemed to close in on me, the noise and laughter a stark contrast to the panic roaring inside my head.
