Page 18 of Your Biggest Downfall (Ravens Hockey #3)

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I loved the feeling Austin gave me... or was it the drugs? No, it was definitely a mixture of the two because this had to be the best night I’d ever had, but now my high was gradually slipping away, and Austin was horny, and I second-guessed everything.

Austin led me back toward the office, but once he pushed the door open, a couple girls were in there with a guy from the team.

“Dude,” Austin shouted. “The fuck?”

“Room’s taken, try the back bathrooms.”

I didn’t care. I was chasing a feeling and I needed it. My gums throbbed as I ground my teeth together, trying to figure out how to stay in this headspace. It felt like a bubble. I’d run into a bubble that took me up and brought me to a place that was happy. It felt fucking euphoric.

I wanted to have sex with Austin. I wanted to because everything in my veins itched to touch every part of him. My brain urged me on, telling me I was doing the right thing. A small piece of me understood I was a virgin, and having sex inside a bathroom wasn’t what I pictured for my first time.

“We need to find privacy,” I said, running my hands along his arm.

I wanted to feel his warmth against mine. I wanted to tell him my entire life story. I wanted him inside my skin if I could get it.

“Come on.” He gestured to the back bathrooms, and we practically bolted down the hall. “Very few people know about these, they usually go to the ones in the bar.”

“Okay.”

It didn’t matter. For the first time in a long time, I was feeling very in the moment. Nothing mattered except the way Austin’s skin felt against mine, the way the music pounded in my ears, and all the ways I could prolong this feeling.

I understood. I fully knew why he did this. I was never going to shame him because this escape was something I’d want to chase too.

We pushed open the door to the women’s bathroom. Two stalls occupied the space, one larger with a smaller one next to it. Fortunately, we were the only ones here.

Austin tried to lock the door. “Fuck. It doesn’t lock all the way.”

He grabbed the baggy, but even in my heightened state, I couldn’t let him get in trouble or have anyone come in. I grabbed his hand and pushed him into the larger stall. There was just a toilet in the middle, but the lock to the stall worked.

It was disgusting and smelled like stale pee and beer.

Austin looked around. “Let me line up on the toilet paper dispenser.”

“Ew,” I said out of instinct. Thank fuck he wasn’t talking about the actual toilet because I may have barfed. “Do you know how much vomit, e-coli, and other bacteria you’d be inhaling too?”

Austin laughed. “Since when are you a doctor?”

I shook my head. “Not a doctor. Just maybe a little germaphobic.”

“Do you trust me?”

He’d asked me that earlier in the night, and I told him I did, then I ended up doing a dab of coke. But fuck it, of course I did. Because why wouldn’t I trust a stranger whom I was wholly infatuated with in a seedy bar bathroom with a bag of coke in his hand?

I giggled, realizing how much this was so not me either, but I felt like I was a fish in a big sea and the fisherman had finally hooked me, pulling me up to freedom. It felt good, even though I was running out of air, even though it was new. I wanted to chase it.

“Yes,” I said blankly. At this point, what could be fucking worse?

He put a little bit of the coke on his hand just like last time.

It looked like the same amount. He didn’t need to say anything or coach me.

I repeated what I’d done earlier with the other nostril, inhaling the powder and letting the tangy feel hit the back of my throat.

Austin licked the remaining coke off his hand.

My nose was numb, but the high was almost instantaneous this time.

Fuck. My hands went right to his hair, and I pulled his head back, kissing Austin along his neck. I could feel his pulse as if it was my own. It was erratic and wild.

I nibbled his skin as his hands met mine. I couldn’t get enough of him.

“I need you,” I demanded. “I need you right now.”

My hands were wildly roaming his body. I wanted him.

I needed him. I wanted to run away with him because everything felt so fucking good, like a warm blanket draped over me.

At the same time, I wanted to run with him through the galaxies around the different dimensions.

As long as I was with Austin, I needed him.

Austin turned me around and I gripped the top of the toilet tank. My fingers clenched around the cool, smooth ceramic, the hard edges pressing into my palms. I didn’t care anymore about the germs. I could wash my hands.

He pushed up the hem of my dress, and out of instinct alone, I slammed against his hard cock. Fuck I was so turned on.

Looking around, I had a brief realization that I was in a bathroom though. I was still a virgin.

Stop. You don’t want to do this here.

But everything about my body was on fire. I wanted to come. I wanted my clit rubbed. I wanted to feel his skin against mine. I thrust backward to feel his cock against me once again, and he let out a low chuckle.

“Hold still,” he said as he grabbed my hips.

I held onto the porcelain tightly, trying to hold still, but everything inside me was screaming go.

Something cool pressed against my back, just above the top of my thong. “What’re you doing?” I glanced over my shoulder, and his face was hovering above my lower back. He was shaking the baggy onto my... skin? “No, seriously,” I whisper-shouted. “What the fuck are you doing?”

His blue eyes were so glazed over, and I couldn’t tell if it was from the drugs or drinking.

“Shhh,” he said and then pointed outside the stall.

I cocked my head to the side to try and understand what he was saying. I was too high for this shit.

“Oh my god. Brenda, did you see?—”

I threw my hair over my shoulder and was met with a sardonic smile. “I told you,” he whispered.

He grabbed his credit card and the same bill he’d used earlier from his wallet and then lined up on my skin along my panty line.

“Ew. Let me pee quickly.” Shuffling came from the stall next to us.

I closed my eyes. My heart was racing, and I couldn’t tell if it was the drugs or something else. I thought I was having a heart attack with how fast my breath was coming, how fast my heart was beating, and how badly I wanted more of Austin’s skin touching mine.

I need to dance.

Why was that the first thought in my head? I didn’t need to dance. I needed to get the fuck out of here.

“Brenda,” the woman shrieked. The toilet flushed, the sink turned on, and the door opened. “There are two people fucking in that stall.”

Once the door clicked shut, both of us broke out into laughter.

“Hold fucking still, Supernova.”

I paused. “We almost got caught, Austin. You’re going to do a line of blow off my butt.”

“For someone who’s never done drugs before now, you got all the druggie lingo.”

I rolled my eyes and looked forward. “Shut up.”

He reached around and grabbed the front of my thigh with one hand. “Hold still,” he said as the edge of the credit card moved around my butt.

I looked down at the toilet I was still holding. I stuck my ass out for good measure and arched my back to give him an even surface to work with.

Smack. “God damn, Nova. Where the fuck did you come from?”

He trailed his fingers down my butt, and I let out an unintentionally loud moan. I rolled my head down, and my curls followed.

“Come on, Austin. I need something. This is what you wanted when you invited me here. A good time, then fucking give it to me because standing in this position arched over the toilet isn’t what I wanted,” I demanded, but he only chuckled.

The noise from the dance floor suddenly grew louder.

“Did you hear that?” I asked, turning around.

“You look good when you’re pouting.” Austin laughed.

“No, seriously. Shut up.” I cocked my head again but didn’t hear anything anymore.

“You’re being paranoid,” he told me.

Yeah. That must’ve been it. I looked down at the stall next to me, and I thought I saw a black shadow moving around.

“Stop moving around,” Austin demanded.

My tits were practically out. My ass was up toward the ceiling. Austin’s face was in the middle of my ass cheeks.

Who was I?

I wasn’t going to be able to hold still. I wanted to grind into him. I wanted to feel him against me.

Not in a bathroom. Go back to his apartment.

No. I needed him. Fucking now. The tip of the bill touched my skin, and he moved it across my lower back.

He held my thighs as he straightened. “Good girl,” he whispered.

I was fucking dying, and my clit was on fire, desperate for something to touch it. I pushed back against his cock, hoping that the strain of his dick in his pants would give me something to grind on.

“Let me chase this high. You’re fucking anxious,” Austin said from behind me. His wet tongue landed on the smooth skin of my ass, and he licked the remaining powder off me.

Whyyyyyy is my clit still on fire?

Austin pushed my underwear aside and drove his fingers inside me.

“Thank god,” I moaned.

“You’re fucking soaked, Supernova.”

“Come join me on this ride to outer space,” I murmured cringingly.

He huffed out a breath. “That’s right, baby. Let’s run away together.”

He moved his fingers like he was digging for fucking gold, and he pressed my sensitive nub with his thumb.

“I’ll go anywhere you want if you fucking let me come,” I cried.

Sweat trickled down my forehead. This was fucking amazing. His touch electrified me. I wanted to ride on him. I wanted him to take me for the first time because I was desperately chasing euphoria at this point, and my mind had convinced me he could take me there.

His thumb flicked against my clit as he rhythmically thrust his fingers in and out, and I rocked my hips to the motion of his hand. I was a virgin, but I had hooked up with men before. This? This was fucking phenomenal.