“Oh God!Yes!”My leg hooks high around his waist, grinding into his hand as his fingers pump fast, brutal, curling hard against my spot until I see sparks.
He unzips, condom already in his hand, teeth tearing the wrapper like an animal.His cock’s thick and flushed, ready.
“You planned this?”I pant.
“Since the second you said you were coming.I’m gonna fuck him out of you.”He hauls my leg higher and slams into me in one brutal thrust.
“Fuck!”My head smacks the shelf, metal rattling.He pounds me without pause, hips snapping, hand grinding my clit at the same time.My nails claw his back, dragging red lines while he drives deeper and deeper, hitting me where it hurts so good I can’t stop screaming.
He crushes my breast in his hand, tongue wet in my ear, teeth biting hard enough to sting.The shelf rocks with every thrust, loud metal clanging against the wall.Some folders fall to the carpeted floor.
“Did he make you come like this?Tell me,” he snarls.
“No!Never.Only you!”My voice breaks, body convulsing.
“Good.”His pace goes savage, each thrust brutal, his cock swelling inside me, ready to blow.
“I’m gonna come,” I whimper, jerking against him, clit throbbing under his palm.
“Do it.Drain my cock dry,” he growls, teeth bared.
The sound of skin slapping is obscene, mixed with my filthy moans.I break first, pussy clamping down hard around him, shuddering, crying out.He slams deep, grinding into me, and his orgasm rips through him with a vicious grunt.
The shelf nearly tips from the violence before we collapse against it, trembling, sweat-slick, panting like animals.
“You mind the quickie?”he smirks, breath ragged.
“Not if you fuck me like that every damn time,” I whisper, still quaking.
“So, he didn’t touch you?”he pushes again, voice sharp.
“No.”The word rips out of me, raw.
“Good.”He crashes his mouth on mine, claiming, biting, like he owns me.
* * *
“We’re here to voice our rights.”Mallory’s voice echoes through the speakers mounted on either side of the stage.
“The right to protection, to form healthy relationships, to feel secure.We can’t get any of that if we keep shutting ourselves off from the very things that could protect us.Avoiding the subject because it’s considered taboo only breeds more misunderstanding.By sharing knowledge, I believe we can actually protect ourselves.”
“Wow, yes!I’ve always thought sex ed should start as early as possible.I really respect this movement.”The host claps, encouraging the crowd’s applause.
For the past two hours, I’ve been standing on stage with dozens of celebrities, models, and actresses from Mallory’s circle.We’re all in matching white hoodies with a red ribbon logo on the chest, supporting the HIV/AIDS awareness campaign.Alan, Jemima, and Oscar stand beside me, wearing the same bracelets.
It’s strange.Mallory’s circle has started to look less like a group of friends and more like a cult, with her at the center like some untouchable figure.They’re all celebrities, while I’m still the total outsider.
I can’t tell if the crowd in Times Square sees it that way or not.To them, these people are idols.They cheer and clap like worshippers after every word that comes out of Mallory’s mouth.
“Alright, here comes the moment we’ve all been waiting for.Please welcome Mr.Alan Schmidt to lead the countdown.”
My whole body tenses as they step up to the center of the stage, moving toward the microphone.My fingers go numb, anxiety crawling through me like it has for days.I push my sunglasses higher on my nose, praying no one recognizes me on the massive screen hanging behind us.
God, the screen is enormous.Every pore, every messy strand of my hair could be magnified for all of Times Square to see.And that damn ad?My hair looks so bad in it.
“Let’s do it!Ten!Nine!Eight!”Mallory and Alan shout, their voices booming as the countdown starts.
Each number pounds against my ribs.The ad was rushed together in two weeks just to meet today’s launch date.Everything is too fast, too exposed.I’m not ready.
