“Coming!” I shriek back. “I’m commmmiinngg!!”
My whole body stiffens and shudders and breaks apart at the seams as the biggest orgasm of my life rips me to pieces. Vaughn groans, thrusting deep and then gripping my hair and hip tightly as his cock erupts. I cry out when I feel his muscles coil and hot cum exploding inside me, painting my inner walls as he holds himself there, both of us shaking and gasping for air.
I’m clinging for dear life to the sink and the mirror as I feel him start to slide out. I whimper when he slips free, feeling his cum starting to leak out of me.
Without a word, he reaches down and pulls my panties back up.
“Keep my cum right there.”
I’m still slumped over the sink as he tucks himself back into his pants and zips up. He pulls his jacket back on and calmly unknots his tie from around my neck before slipping it into his pocket. Then he checks himself over in the mirror and fixes his hair.
My breath is still coming out in shaky gasps as he leans down to my ear.
“Good girl. Now put yourself back together. Someone needs the bathroom.”
I barely have time to lurch away from the sink and hide behind the door before Vaughn opens it and steps out.
“About time!” The woman says tightly. “I need?—”
“To wait your fucking turn,” Vaughn growls. “She’ll be out in a second.”
He shuts the door, and I hear the woman vaguely say “She?”
I can barely stand as I turn to look at myself in the mirror.
Good lord.
Blushing, I quickly pull my dress back up and try to get it back into place. I use wet paper towels to clean my face as best as I can, then tame my hair so it doesn’t look like I just shot hardcore porn in the powder room.
“And whatexactlywere you doing that took so long?”
The woman is right in my face when I finally open the door. She folds her arms over her chest, looking smug, like she’s just caught me red-handed doing something I should be ashamed of.
For a second, old Evelina takes over. The Evelina I’ve lived as for twenty-three years, who doesn’t step out of line, doesn’t do anything scandalous, and doesnot, in any capacity, have raw, deranged sex in bathrooms at parties.
ThatEvelina almost blurts a quiet apology before running away to bury her head under her pillow at home for the next month.
But then,newEvelina takes over.
I don’t know this woman glaring at me. I’ve never seen her before, and there’s a good chance I’ll never see her again.
Also?
Ihaven’tdone anything wrong.
“Oh—in there?” I smile at her, delicately dabbing a finger at my lipstick before I lean closer. “I was gettingfucked.”
Her eyes go wide.
“Really hard,” I add with a big smile on my face. “Enjoy the party!”
Then baby saunters off to go find herself another glass of champagne.
18
VAUGHN
“Thanks for this.”
