First Taste
Libby's POV
The bathroom door creaked open—another drunk couple stumbling in, all giggles and sloppy kisses. They froze when they saw us.
“Fuck off,” my stranger growled, not even slowing his thrusts. His grip on my hips tightened, keeping me pinned against the sink. The girl gasped. The guy muttered something about “waiting their turn,” but the door slammed shut again.
I laughed, breathless. “Guess they didn’t like the show.”
He yanked my hair, forcing my back to arch. “You think this is funny?” A sharp smack landed on my ass. “I’m not done with you.” The sting bloomed hot across my skin. I moaned, pushing back against him.
“Didn’t say stop.”
His chuckle was dark, rough. “Good girl.” One hand slid around my throat, not squeezing—just holding, claiming. The other trailed down my stomach, fingers dipping between my legs. He rubbed tight circles over my clit, the pressure just shy of painful.
“Come again,” he ordered. “Now.”
I shattered. My knees buckled, but he held me up, fucking me through the pulses until I was whimpering. Only then did he finally spill inside me with a groan, his teeth sinking into my shoulder.
We stayed like that for a moment—his cock still buried in me, my chest heaving against the sink. Then he pulled out with a wet sound, zipping up like nothing happened. I turned, catching his wrist before he could leave.
“Where the fuck do you think you’re going?”
He raised an eyebrow. “You got more holes to fill?”
I dropped to my knees right there on the piss-stained floor. “Guess you’ll find out.” His cock twitched against my lips, still slick with my own mess. I didn’t wait for permission. I swallowed him down to the root, throat flexing around his thickness. The taste of me—salty, musky—flooded my mouth as he cursed above me.
“Fuck, that greedy little cunt-sucker,” he rasped, fisting my hair. “Bet you’d choke on it just to feel full.”
I gagged deliberately, tears pricking my eyes as he shoved deeper. His balls slapped my chin when he rocked forward, fucking my face with short, brutal thrusts. The bathroom door banged open again—the same couple, braver now. The girl’s breath hitched.
“Jesus, she’s taking it—”
My stranger didn’t pause. “Want a turn?” He yanked my head back by the roots, exposing my spit-smeared lips. “She’s got a mouth free.” The guy’s zipper rasped. I didn’t look, just opened wider, tongue out. A second cock—thinner, hotter—slapped against my cheek. The girl moaned as her man fed me his length.
“God, look at her.”
I sucked them both, bobbing between their thrusts. The stranger’s grip tightened. “Told you she was a slut.” The new guy’s hips stuttered.
“Gonna come—”
My stranger laughed darkly. “Swallow it. Then I’m bending you over that sink and splitting you open.”
I obeyed, throat working as the first pulse hit. The stranger never stopped fucking my mouth, even as the other man’s release dripped down my chin. When he finally pulled out, he dragged me up by the hair and spun me toward the sink.
“Ass up. Now.”
I braced on the porcelain, still tasting both of them. His fingers dug into my hips as he shoved back inside me—no prep, no mercy. The girl’s hand slid between her thighs, watching.
“Fuck.”
My stranger’s teeth grazed my ear. “Next time, I’m stuffing her cunt while you ride this ass.”-----“You like watching her take it?” The stranger’s voice was rough against my ear, his cock buried deep. His fingers dug into my hips, pulling me back onto him with each thrust.
The girl bit her lip, fingers working between her thighs. “Fuck yes.”
“Then get over here.” He jerked his chin toward the sink. “Put those pretty fingers in her mouth while I wreck her.”
She stumbled forward, pressing two fingers past my lips. I sucked hard, moaning around them as the stranger’s pace turned brutal.
“Christ, she’s desperate,” the girl gasped, her other hand still rubbing circles over her clit.
The stranger chuckled darkly, landing a sharp smack on my ass. “Aren’t you, sweetheart?”
I whimpered, nodding, my thighs shaking. “Use your words.” He dragged his thumb over my clit, pressing just enough to make my hips jerk.
“Yes—fuck—yes, I’m desperate.” My voice cracked as he shoved deeper, hitting that spot that made my vision blur.
The girl’s boyfriend leaned against the wall, stroking himself lazily. “You gonna let her come?”
The stranger’s grip tightened in my hair. “Not yet.” He slowed, grinding against me just to hear me whine. “She’s gonna beg first.”
I clenched around him, desperate for friction. “Please.”
“Please what?”
“Please let me come.” My nails scraped the porcelain. “I’ll—ah—I’ll do anything.”
The girl’s fingers twisted in my hair, forcing my head back. “Say it filthier.”
I shuddered, breathless. “Please let me come on your cock like a good little slut.”
The stranger’s laugh was low, satisfied. “There it is.” His hand slid between my legs, fingers working fast and rough. “Come.”
I shattered, back arching as the wave crashed over me. He didn’t stop, fucking me through it until my legs gave out. The girl’s boyfriend groaned, stroking faster.
“Fuck, I’m close.”
The stranger pulled out abruptly, turning me toward him. “Clean him up.”
I dropped to my knees, mouth open. The girl’s hand tangled in my hair. “Swallow every drop.”
