She was already wet before he even touched her. The bar was loud, packed with bodies, but the second he leaned in and said "Come with me," she followed without a word. Her skirt was short, her heels clicking on the tile as he pulled her into the single-stall bathroom and locked the door behind them.
He didn't waste time with names. His hands were on her hips, spinning her around so her ass pressed against the sink. "Pull that skirt up," he growled, already unzipping his jeans. She hiked the fabric over her waist, panties shoved down to her thighs in one rough tug. His fingers went straight between her legs, sliding through her slick folds.
"Fuck, you're dripping," he muttered, two fingers pushing inside her without warning. She gasped, gripping the edge of the sink as he pumped them hard and fast, thumb rubbing her clit in tight circles. Her pussy clenched around him, juices coating his hand. He pulled his fingers out and replaced them with his cock in one thrust, burying himself to the hilt.
She moaned loud enough that someone outside might have heard. He didn't care. He fucked her like he owned her, hips snapping forward, balls slapping against her ass with every stroke. The mirror fogged from their breath. Her tits bounced under her top until he yanked it down, pinching her nipples hard enough to make her cry out.
"Take it," he said, voice low and filthy. "You came in here wanting this cock, didn't you?" She nodded, pushing back against him, meeting every thrust. Her clit throbbed. She reached down to rub it while he pounded her, the wet sounds of skin on skin filling the small room.
He pulled out suddenly, spun her to face him, and lifted her onto the sink. Legs spread wide, he slammed back in, deeper this time, angling to hit that spot inside her that made her vision blur. Her head fell back against the mirror as he fucked her relentlessly, one hand around her throat, the other gripping her thigh hard enough to leave marks.
"Come on my dick," he ordered. She did, pussy spasming around him, cream leaking down his shaft as she shook and cursed. He kept going through her orgasm, chasing his own, until he pulled out and stroked himself twice, shooting thick ropes across her stomach and tits.
They caught their breath in silence. He tucked himself away, unlocked the door, and left without looking back. She wiped herself off with paper towels, pulled her clothes back into place, and walked out with his cum still drying on her skin, already thinking about the next Wattpad one-shot she'd write from this exact memory.
