The lock clicked shut, sealing them both inside the tiny bathroom. Rachel did her best to avoid touching the walls as Ethan turned to her. She stared at him coldly as he leaned casually against the door.
“Finally alone at last,” he said smoothly.
Rachel’s skin bristled at the comment. She folded her arms tightly. “It wasn’t cool pushing him out like that.”
Ethan rolled his eyes. “Come on, it was a joke.”
Rachel’s heart raced as he stepped towards her.
“Ethan…” Her voice was tempered and stern. It seemed like he got the message.
He stopped in front of her, close enough for Rachel to smell his cologne. She met his eyes, and when Ethan saw she wouldn’t budge, he sighed and raised his hands in surrender.
“I’m sorry, alright?”
Rachel tilted her head. “Are you?”
“Yes… Obviously.”
“I don’t believe you.”
“Look, he likes this stuff, right? He’ll be fine.”
“He clearly wanted to join us,” Rachel said, keeping her tone firm.
Ethan grunted. “Yeah, well, if he doesn’t like it, I’m sure he’ll text you to come out.”
Rachel glared at him. He was gross. He was immature. But no matter what Ethan did, Rachel found herself still wanting him.
Rachel started to wonder if that was the problem every girl had with him.
She could feel the weight of her own hypocrisy pressing in from all sides. She was drunk, she was a little horny, and her boyfriend was waiting on the opposite side of that dingy door. In a desperate effort to relieve the anxiety she was feeling, Rachel pulled out her phone.
“I’m texting him to ask,” she said, already typing up a message.
Ethan scoffed. “What, you need his permission for everything?”
Her fingers hovered over her screen.
“What?” Rachel’s tone had turned ice cold, which only seemed to encourage Ethan further.
He shrugged. “Just seems like you need his permission to do anything.”
“No, I don’t,” she said far more defiantly than needed.
Ethan smirked. “You sure about that?”
“First of all, this is very different. He’s my boyfriend, and I’m in a bathroom with another man.”
“But he could knock anytime he wanted,” Ethan said. “Sounds to me like you have a hard time thinking for yourself.”
“I don’t,” she said again firmly. Ethan was hitting a cord Rachel didn’t even know existed, and it was only now she was beginning to realize how much her parents’ cage was affecting her even now.
Whether or not Ethan knew it, he had found the exact way to get her to play along.
“Show me, then,” he said.
Rachel felt her heart pulsing behind her ears. The room suddenly felt tighter, as if it was pulling them both together. And Rachel did very little to fight it.
Slowly, she stepped towards him and trailed her fingers down the sides of Ethan’s pants.
“Is this what you want?” she asked him.
“You fucking know it,” Ethan said. She glanced up at him as she slowly began to undo his belt. Her heart raced as she dropped to her knees and grazed the hard outline of his shaft.
Ethan watched without saying a word.
She pulled his pants down slowly, her eyes fixated on his veiny shaft as she peeled them away from his underpants inch by inch. It sprang free with a thick, heavy slap against her cheek.
“Holy fuck!” Rachel spoke before she had a chance to think.
Ethan laughed.
“It’s bigger in person, right?”
She stared at his pulsing member in silence, dumbstruck by his size.
She had forgotten how massive Ethan really was. He wasn’t just long, but thick also. As her eyes trailed down to his pair of perfect, large balls, she wondered how much of him would fit.
“Don’t be shy, you can touch it,” Ethan said calmly.
Rachel slowly reached for his cock, warmth trailing between her legs as she watched it pulse in eager anticipation.
Her fingers hovered over his shaft.
She swallowed hard and glanced up at him bashfully.
“It’s all you,” he said, cool as ever.
Rachel bit her lip. Then, slowly, wrapped her fingers around the base of his shaft. His girth made it impossible to fully close her grip. She stroked him slowly, feeling his dick swell and throb in her hand.
“Jesus,” she muttered.
“You like it?” Ethan asked.
“I don’t want to feed into your ego,” she said with a smirk.
Ethan grinned. “Trust me, it literally can’t get any bigger.”
Rachel looked up, “It can’t?”
Ethan smiled. “Well, maybe a little bit bigger.”
Rachel laughed softly. She kept stroking, hypnotized by the weight and heat of Ethan’s cock. Until, finally, she couldn’t fight temptation any longer.
“We’ll see.” She puckered her lips and pressed them softly against the side of his shaft.
Ethan moaned as his head tilted back.
The sound made her wetter than she already was.
Rachel continued with small, teasing kisses, trailing them along his shaft while both of her hands stroked him slowly. Eventually, her lips found his tip.
She kissed it gently.
Then again.
Then slowly, she parted her lips and took the tip into her mouth.
She tested herself, surprised to find that even his cock head began to make her jaw stretch.
She moaned softly, sucking the tip while pumping the rest of his shaft with both hands slowly. Her tongue swirling around the ridge of his shaft.
Ethan groaned, placing a hand on her head, his fingers gripping her golden hair lightly as he began to thrust forward.
“Quit playing around and suck like you mean it,” he growled.
Rachel moaned at his tone. Her pussy throbbed. Her panties were soaked. Her skirt rode up high on her thighs.
She adjusted her angle and let him slide deeper into her throat, eyes watering as Ethan’s thick shaft pressed at the back of her throat. She fought her gag reflex, tears slipping down the sides of her face as she sucked harder. Ethan groaned again.
“That’s more like it,” he said, thrusting forward eagerly.
Rachel pulled back with a gasp, strings of spit clinging between her lips and his cock. She stroked him faster now, staring up at him with flushed cheeks and glassy eyes.
“You really are something,” she said between breaths.
Ethan smirked, running his thumb along her bottom lip. “You bring it out in me.”
He gently slapped his shaft against Rachel’s cheek. She moaned as she felt her pussy swell.
“Fuck…” Rachel stared at his cock, then dove back down onto it.
She swallowed him. Sucking harder. Bobbing her head faster. Letting herself get lost in the sensation of being face fucked by Ethan.
She loved his cock. The weight of it. The way it made her mouth stretch. It’s perfectly dark shine when it was covered in her saliva.
All of it made her moan between the sloppy, slurping sounds that she made while eating Ethan’s cock whole.
And as he groaned, hips flexing forward eagerly, Rachel felt her mind melt away. She didn’t care anymore. Ethan’s attitude. The pride he likely felt taking her in that bathroom. What Noah might be thinking on the other side of that door. None of it mattered. All she wanted to do was get fucked by his massive dick.
Rachel sucked until her jaw was sore.
Ethan’s cock pushed deeper, taming her mouth with slow, unrelenting thrusts.
She didn’t pull back. She couldn’t. Ethan’s hand kept her in place as he forcefully thrust himself between her lips. The fact that she couldn’t even take half his length made it hotter. He was too big, too thick, and Rachel was so wet she thought she might start dripping onto the floor.
Her mind spun as Ethan groaned above her, holding her head steady while slowly thrusting forward. She let her jaw go slack, accepting each deep stroke with muffled gurgles vibrating from her throat. Her cheeks were flushed and knees sore as they dug into the filthy tile floor beneath her.
But she barely noticed.
All she could focus on was Ethan.
His heat, his hunger, the way he fucked her mouth as if his life depended on it.
The bathroom filled with their sounds of gagging.
Slurping.
Wet sucking.
Rachel’s eyes blurred, and her mascara smudged, but she didn’t care.
“Fuck, you are good at this,” Ethan growled.
His next thrust knocked Rachel off balance.
She let out a soft, breathy moan as she fumbled back, her mouth slipping off his cock with a wet pop just before her ass hit the tile. Her back pressed hard against the wall as her legs splayed wide, skirt bunching high around her hips. She barely had time to catch her breath before Ethan stepped forward, his body blocking the flickering bathroom light overhead.
She looked up just in time to see Ethan plant his hands on the wall, caging her in. Her eyes met his as he gently rubbed his cock against her lips. Then, slowly, he pushed himself back into her mouth. Rachel’s moans muffled as her mouth stretched to accommodate him again. She took more this time. Her throat opened wider as she got used to his size.
And she loved it.
Ethan’s aggressive pumping grew more rapid. Rachel took thrust after thrust. Letting herself become the object of his fantasy and pleasure.
Glugh. Glugh. Glugh. Glugh.
She came up for air with a gasp, and Ethan promptly shoved her mouth back onto his cock.
Her head bumped gently against the tile with every motion. It was filthy, and she was soaked. Rachel moaned around him, her tongue dragging along the underside of his shaft between strokes. Her hands gripped his muscular thighs, steadying herself as Ethan showed her why he was a D1 athlete.
She was lost in it. Lost in the way Ethan stared down at her, seemingly tireless in his pace, completely consumed by his desire for her.
Ethan pulled back, his cock left Rachel’s lips with a gasp and wet pop, her chest heaving as she caught her breath.
“Pull out your tits,” he commanded with a heavy voice.
Rachel hesitated only a second, then she reached up and unbuttoned her blouse, letting it slide down her shoulders before undoing her bra. Her plump breasts spilled free, nipples hard from the rush of cold air.
Ethan groaned as he fondled her, his fingers looping around her nipples as he squeezed firmly. Rachel moaned at his touch, arching her back upwards, giving Ethan a better angle.
“Fuck! That is so hot,” he breathed. His expression so authentic that Rachel couldn’t help but laugh.
“Thank you,” she said. He gave her breasts one last squeeze before stepping back and admiring her.
“Seriously, what the fuck?!”
“Stop,” Rachel said bashfully.
“I’m serious Rachel, you are insanely hot.”
Rachel paused a moment. Looking down at Ethan’s throbbing cock. Trying to stop herself from saying something she might regret.
“You’re not bad yourself, you know,” she said.
The two stared, heat and passion elevating between them.
“I need to record this,” Ethan said, reaching into his pocket.
“Wait,” Rachel said.
“What?” Ethan said impatiently.
Rachel stared at his phone for a moment, and Ethan sighed.
“Noah will fucking love it. Trust me. Come on, let me record it.”
“Not with your phone,” Rachel said firmly, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand.
Ethan rolled his eyes. “It’s not like I’m not going to send it to anyone.”
“We need to build trust, Ethan,” Rachel replied, her tone playful but firm.
He sighed long and hard while staring up at the ceiling.
“So what, I won’t get the video?” He whined.
Rachel couldn’t suppress her laughter. “Are you throwing a tantrum right now?”
“You’re really not going to let me record it?”
“Not right away. But if you show me you’re safe…” Rachel narrowed her eyes as she grabbed his cock. “You might get your chance in the future…”
Ethan’s eyes widened. “The future? As in…”
“As in play nice and there will be a future, Ethan,” Rachel said. He stared for a moment, as if his mind was processing what Rachel had just told him.
“Fine,” he grunted.
She handed him her phone, and he pressed record, his free hand gripping the back of her head again as he pressed his cock against Rachel’s soft lips.
She looked into his eyes as she parted them. As Ethan slid himself back into her mouth.
Their rhythm resumed. Hard and deep. Rachel moaned and stroked him with both hands. Mouth stretching wide.
She gagged, spit sliding down her chin, dripping onto her breasts, collecting on her nipples in large droplets before falling onto her thighs and stomach.
Their pace quickened, and Rachel couldn’t hold back any longer. One of her hands left Ethan’s cock and dipped beneath her skirt.
She rubbed in quick circles, panting through her nose as her throat tightened around him.
“Fuck!” Ethan shouted. “Rachel, this is the best blowjob I’ve ever had.”
He pushed into her.
She buried her fingers inside herself in response.
Ethan slowed, gently pushing a strand of hair out of Rachel’s eyes. He kept his cock buried in her mouth as she looked up at him, expression far too innocent for what they were doing.
“You… you’re the hottest girl I’ve ever had.” He spoke softly now, all of his vibrato gone in an instant. He paused, a true look of vulnerability passing between his eyes. “You don’t know what this means to me…”
Rachel pulled Ethan’s cock out of her mouth and pressed it against her cheek, rubbing it slowly with her slick fingers.
“Use me, Ethan,” she said.
She saw a fire ignite in Ethan’s eyes as he thrust back into her mouth eagerly.
She moaned louder, lost in her own arousal as her fingers found their way back to her clit. After several more thrusts, Ethan pulled off her again, panting as he propped the phone against the sink’s mirror. He turned back to Rachel and grabbed her by the arms, hauling her up off the floor like she weighed nothing.
As Rachel stood, she quickly discovered that her legs had gone numb. She stumbled into him, weak and trembling, and Ethan grabbed her. Steadying her as his hands slid up her waist.
“You alright?” he asked.
“Yes,” Rachel said softly.
With another squeeze of her breasts, Ethan spun her, pushing her firmly over the bathroom sink. The mirror fogged with their breath. She looked down at her phone, noting that it was still recording as Ethan flipped her skirt up and pulled her soaked underwear halfway down her thighs.
She gasped as he slapped his cock between her round ass cheeks. He slid it back and forth for a moment, both getting lost in pleasure as Rachel rubbed herself against him. Ethan leaned forward, groping her breasts as the two rubbed against each other.
Then, with smooth motion, Ethan slid his thick, swollen cock against her entrance.
He looked at her through the mirror.
“You ready?” he asked.
Rachel looked back through the mirror, eyes wide, lips parted.
Noah said it was okay. It would be fine. He could knock on that door anytime he wanted.
She nodded silently.
And then she felt him.
The slow, deliberate push of Ethan’s cock parting her. Stretching her inch by inch.
God, even just the tip of his cock was massive.
She moaned, forehead pressed to the mirror, hands braced against the sink.
“Yes,” she said.
Ethan’s head had entered her. He continued to slide in slowly.
“Yes!” She’d never felt anything like this.
She needed this.
Her body screamed for release.
BANG. BANG. BANG.
“Security! Open up!” A voice screamed from the other side of the door. Rachel immediately jumped to attention, stepping away from Ethan, feeling the tip of his cock exit her as she quickly pulled her panties back up.
Breathless, Ethan glanced at the door, then back to Rachel. “W-wait, we can still–”
BANG. BANG.
“OPEN UP!” The voice shouted, louder this time.
“Ethan! Come on!” Rachel hissed, snatching up her phone from the sink and stopping the recording. Ethan let out a frustrated sigh as he folded his painful erection back into his pants.
“Fine…”
After a few seconds of clamoring, they stumbled out of the bathroom in a chaotic rush, the door swinging shut behind them with a loud bang.
A burly security guard stood in front of them. Arms crossed, his frame blocking the hallway.
Rachel didn’t look at him. She was too busy adjusting her blouse in embarrassment. Her breath was still uneven, and her cheeks were flushed. There was absolutely no way they’d be able to deny what they were doing in there.
Her body was still buzzing. It yearned for what had been snatched away at the last possible second.
“Alright, what the hell’s going on—” The security guard stopped mid-sentence. Doing a double-take as he stared at Ethan.
“Oh. Ethan?” he said. Puzzled, he looked at Rachel. Then a look of remorse flooded his face. “Shit, man, sorry. I didn’t realize it was you.”
Ethan gave him a half-hearted grin. Still breathing heavy as he spoke.
“Yeah… It’s me.” He sounded less than pleased.
The bodyguard cleared his throat.
“Look, we got a strict policy about people hooking up in the bathrooms,” the guard said, his tone softening. “Cameras, liability, complaints… It’s a whole thing.”
“Totally,” Ethan said coldly. “Won’t happen again.”
“R-right… Sorry man,” The bouncer said, empathizing with Ethan’s frustration.
Ethan turned, seeking Rachel, but Rachel was already gone. He caught a glimpse of her hair as she slid out of the hallway and back into the crowd.
His heart froze when he saw her go straight to Noah. Instinctively, he followed after them, catching up just as Noah and Rachel hugged each other tightly.
“Everything go okay?” Noah asked, handing her a cup of water. Rachel took it with a perfect smile.
“It went great. How are you doing?” she asked, handing the glass back.
“I’m doing ok, would’ve been better if I could’ve fit in there.” There was a humorous level of hesitation in his answer. It made them both laugh.
Ethan exhaled sharply through his nose and pushed forward, planting himself between them both.
Rachel looked at him with calm indifference.
“Can we help you with something?” Rachel asked playfully. She had no idea how deeply her nonchalance cut Ethan’s ego.
“So… are we gonna continue?” Ethan felt like he was a druggy begging for a fix.
Rachel looked over at Noah, seemingly humored by the question. Noah looked back and shrugged.
“You’re call, but we probably can’t go back to the bathroom,” he said.
Rachel made a point to look Ethan in the eye as she grabbed Noah’s hand.
“Not tonight,” she said simply.
Ethan’s jaw tightened as he forced down a scoff.
“Look, I think it could be–”
“Ethan,” Rachel said sternly. “It’s getting late, and I want some time with my boyfriend. It was fun, but no more tonight. Ok?”
Ethan stared, an unfamiliar pain circling the center of his chest as his hands balled into fists.
“Ethan?” Rachel continued, snapping him out of his stupor.
“Y-yeah, fine, whatever.”
Noah glanced between them.
“Is… everything cool?” he asked.
“Yeah, everything’s fine,” Ethan said with a long breath. “You guys have a great night.”
Rachel stepped forward and rubbed his shoulder.
“Thank you for playing nicely, Ethan,” she said gently.
“Yeah…”
“And congrats on the game man!” Noah added. Ethan bristled.
“Thanks…” he said coldly.
Rachel turned, pulling Noah with her, and disappeared into the mass of bodies and music.
Ethan watched as she walked away. Watched as a fleeting feeling that burned brighter than the sun left with her. Watched as his heart swelled and morphed around someone he never thought could actually exist.
Then, right before she vanished, Rachel looked back.
It was only a second.
But in that second, their eyes locked.
Ethan gave her a slow, confident nod. She smiled gently back.
And then she was gone.
Ethan stared blankly, unsure how to process what had just happened.
A voice spoke behind him.
“Yoooo, bro, did you just tap THAT?!” Ethan turned to see one of his teammates standing there.
Ethan looked back to where Rachel was.
“Nah,” he said. “But I’m going to. She doesn’t know it yet, but that girl’s mine.”