Page 17 of Kayden: The Past
Our bodies fell to the floor with a thud and the sound of shattering pottery. The sink had detached from the wall and laid in pieces around us, but my cock never left her body. Her hands and knees were firmly planted on the wet floor as I continued my pursuit. She moaned louder, neither one of us wanting to stop—no matter how messy our surroundings now were. I thrust harder and deeper than I had before, moving with determination. My balls tightened, and the muscles in my body grew rigid as a tingling sensation ran down my spine and landed straight in my cock. The orgasm was amplified by the drugs and liquor in my body, helping to dull the usual bland orgasm caused by a condom. My movement slowed, and I opened my eyes, trying to catch my breath. The room was a disaster. Candy’s shorts were in a puddle, white shards filled the floor in varying sizes, and water was everywhere—in some places tinted pink from the blood that had escaped from our skin during impact. In front of me was Candy, still on all fours and not moving.
“Sorry about that, Candy,” I said as I pulled out of her. “Are you okay?” I grabbed the condom and ripped it off my skin; it was suffocating to wear at times.
“Fuck yes! That was the craziest damn thing ever, but you didn’t miss a beat,” she said as she started to move.
I stood up, zipping up my pants as I watched her struggle. She didn’t know where to put her hands, and her grip was slippery from the mess. “Let me help you up.” I grabbed her hand, pulling her to her feet. “Fuck, we can’t leave the room like this,” I said. I needed to turn the water off and looked around for the shutoffs. I turned the knobs, stopping more water from filling the space.
Candy looked down, surveying the damage her body had sustained during the last fifteen minutes. “Can you go out and ask one of the girls for a robe?” she asked.
“Yeah, I’ll be right back.” I looked down, making sure everything was back in place, although my pants were soaking wet. I walked out the door to an empty hallway. I saw light streaming into the hall and approached the doorway and found a group of women inside doing their makeup and chatting about men. I stood there for a minute, not wanting to interrupt their conversation.
The redheaded beauty from earlier looked over and spotted me in the doorway. “Shit, what in the fuck happened to you?” she asked.
“Um, just a minor problem in the bathroom. No worries. Would one of you ladies have a robe Candy could borrow, please?” I asked with a slick smile. I knew these girls would know what happened—well, not exactly what happened… I mean who would fucking believe the sink came free from the wall?
Danielle smiled at me sweetly as she stood up from her chair, putting down her makeup brush. “I’ve got one she can use.” She opened up a small door behind her and grabbed a red satin robe. “Give her this,” she said as she held it out for me to take.
“Thanks, Danielle,” I said as I grabbed the cover-up and hustled back to Candy before someone found her inside the bathroom naked, bleeding, and wet.
I knocked on the door, not wanting to scare her. “It’s me,” I said before turning the handle and entering the room. “Danielle gave me a robe for you.”
“Thanks,” she said, wrapping it around her body and securing it with a bow. “You better get out of here before my boss sees this mess and you in here with me. He’s going to be pissed, but I’ll tell him I leaned against it, and it just fell off the wall,” she said before kissing me on the cheek.
“I’ll pay for it if he’s a dick and says anything.”
“Nah, he’ll be pissed, but he’ll get over it. Don’t worry. Now, go,” she said, opening the door and waiting for me to leave. I did as she instructed, making my way out of the employee area and walking back toward the guys still drinking at the table.
“What in the fuck happened to you?” Tony asked.
I shook my head and laughed as I sat down in my chair. “Candy.”
“What’d she do? Kick your ass in a swimming pool?”
“The sink broke off the wall while we were fucking.” I took a drink from the leftover liquid still in my glass. “She looks worse than me, though. I think I’m gonna jet. I need to get home and out of these dirty-ass clothes.”
“I don’t blame you, dude. I’m going to head home, too,” Bobby said.
I threw a fifty on the table to cover my tab and a tip for Candy before gathering my keys and wallet off the table. I said good-bye to the rest of the guys before heading to the door. Exhaustion overwhelmed me. The buzz of the Jack and Coke had worn off, and I was spent from Candy.
The drive home was a blur as I adjusted my wet clothing where it clung to my skin. I walked through the door and immediately undressed, throwing everything on the tile floor in the entry. The blood from the cuts on my knees had dried on my skin, and the hair on my legs was matted down. I walked into the kitchen and grabbed a beer from the fridge before heading to the bathroom to shower. I placed the beer on the sink counter as I waited for the water to warm up. I climbed into the shower, grabbing a washcloth to clean out the wounds on my knees and scrub the filth from my flesh. I let the water trickle down my skin, washing away the dirt of the day.
Candy and I never fucked each other after that night. Neither of us wanted a relationship. She had a boyfriend. I found out after the fact, and I didn’t want that complication in my life. It was an experience, and I wanted to leave it at that. Fucking on a bathroom floor isn’t what most dream of, but as a guy, I’m quite proud of the way we destroyed the room.
I did share some of this story with Sophia. She asked about one of the craziest sex experiences in my life. I told her about breaking the sink off the wall but didn’t give her the other details. I still don’t feel right sharing stories that involve other women, but she’s so damn persistent at times. I chased the high—the ability to forget the fucked-up mess my life was before. Cocaine had become a necessary part of my days.
