Heroin Love (20 page)

“Really Kevin? Stop acting like a child and come talk to me,” mocking me.

“I will be right back,” taking a couple of steps past Megan I turn my head over my shoulder, “You going to come?”

Megan was non-responsive, noticing her ears rise as a smile crept across her face. Without saying anything else I headed towards the bathroom.

The zen asian music that filled the restaurant was more prominent in the restroom. The urinals were empty, walking down the aisle of stalls hitting each door open as I walked by to make sure I was alone. Standing near the doorway, waiting for Megan to follow in my footsteps, impatiently tapping my fingers on my thighs. The door suddenly swings open rapidly, a stranger standing in the doorway.

“I don’t think you want to come in here,” I commented.

Looking at me confused, “And why not?”

“Well let’s just say someone didn’t fully make it to the toilet before release. We are waiting for maintenance.”

“Oh my...”

“Your free to use the woman’s restroom,” I suggested.

The door started to close at a snails pace, unexpectedly stopping in it’s tracks. The tips of Megan’s french manicured nailed visible past the edge of the door. She pushed the door open, and looked at me with apprehensive eyes.

“I don’t know why I am doing this. Either I am really drunk or I really love you,” she confessed softly.

“Well I hope it is the latter but I don’t know what you’re talking about,” smirking at her. “I was just going to the restroom.”

“So you didn’t want me to come in here and screw you?” Shrugging her shoulders as she turned around.

Grabbing her arm, pulling her into the restroom. I pinned her against the bathroom door and swung the deadbolt over. “Well if that’s what you had in mind,” whispering in her ear. Being able to feel the warmth of her breath on my face.

“What girl doesn’t dream about fucking her cheating husband in a raunchy public restroom?” She jested with sarcasm.

Biting the side of neck gently, her skin tasted divine as if I was taking a bite of the forbidden fruit. Lifting her up against the wall, her legs wrapping around my waist. Biting her bottom lip, I pulled back with some reserve. 

“You don’t have to do this,” I stated passionately.

“I want to, now shut up and get to it,” she demanded.

That was all the clearance I needed. Biting firmly into her neck, feeling her muscles between my teeth. Megan sucks her teeth trying to subside the pain as her nails dig into to my back. Sliding a strap off of shoulder, completely exposing one of her breasts. Craning my neck, barely being able to reach her nipple with the tip of my tongue. Her nipples firm, her skin becoming bumpy as a tingling sensation surged through her body.

Turning around, placing her down on one of the frigid stone sinks that lined the restroom. Pushing her backwards, her head resting on the mirror. I pulled up her dress revealing her panty-less vagina.

“Your a bad girl,” I said smiling.

Getting down on my knees in front of her, the smell of her sweet pussy lofting through the air. Starting at her knees, gently kissing her silky skin, I work my way down to the crease of your groin. Stopping just before her lips as a tease, I work my way down her other leg as they started to quiver from anticipation.

“Do it,” her voice quavered with emotion.

Placing my face centimeters away from her clitoris, breathing softly onto it, her body squirming. Placing the flat of my tongue on her pussy, she tasted sweeter than fresh fruit. Pushing herself closer into my face as her body arched, an echoing moan filled the bathroom.

“Shhhh, you need to be quiet.”

Looking up at her, seeing her bite her bottom lip trying to keep her mouth closed as I continued to stroke her with my tongue. Her pussy getting wetter with every stroke of my tongue, her legs spreading wider, stretching her lips further.

Placing the tips of my fingers slightly inside of her, rotating it around in a circle stretching her out. Placing three of my fingers tightly together, pushing them inside of her quickly. Her body jerked in excitement, a moan once again echoing throughout the bathroom.

“If your not going to be quiet, I am going to have to make you quiet.”

Megan lets out a soft inquisitive moan to my threat. Jumping to my feet, unbuckling my pants to drop them to the floor. Grabbing the base of my dick, rotating the head on Megan’s hood. Feeling her juices cover my dick, stimulating my senses. 

“You want it?” I asked Megan.

“Mhmm,” She responded, biting her lip.

Moving myself slowly down her, feeling the silk insides of her on my sensitive head as I made my way to her opening. Thrusting quickly into her, her body jolted as she tried to keep her mouth shut, holding her lips tightly together. Placing my hand behind her head, gaining leverage to fuck her hard. As I begin fucking her, her lips starting to separate as her moans start to get louder. My palm covers her mouth, muffling her moans, trying to shush her under my breath.

Lifting her off of the sink, she was now standing in front of me. Taking off my tie, I feel her hand grasp my dick firmly. Starting to stroke me, I push down on her chin with one finger, opening her mouth. Balling up my tie, pushing part of it in her mouth.

“This should keep you quiet,” I uttered quietly as I turned her around to the doggy position.

Rubbing my hands up the sides of her oiled legs, feeling the indents of the muscles. Getting a handful of her ass, gripping it with force. Cocking my arm back, smacking her ass with my palm, the sound ringing through the air. You could see the force ripple through her ass cheek as it jiggled. Taking a half step forward, guiding my dick back inside of her. Her head bending backwards as I penetrated her.

Pushing her hips into me, as I continued to fuck her. Looking up in the mirror watching myself fuck Megan. My face was stone, almost angry as I drove myself into her. Megan’s face squished together enjoying every second of me inside of her, the tie partially hanging out of her mouth. A little stream of drool coming out of the side of her mouth. The tie muffling every erotic moan that Megan tried to emit. Grabbing a fistful of hair, yanking her head back. We make eye contact through the mirror, her eyes full of joy and love as she looked back at me.

My toes begin to curl as I reach my climax, my dick pulsating inside of her soaked vagina. The stream of cum creating a tacky sensation inside of her. My rhythm becomes staggered as I become overly sensitive. Megan bracing herself against the wall pushing herself into me, continuing to fuck me through my orgasm. The feeling becoming too much to handle, I push myself off of her, she stands up and looks at me through the mirror with disappointment.

Pulling the tie out of her mouth, “That’s all you got?”

“Yeah sorry. Your just a little much for me to handle.”

“You hungry now?” Placing the saliva filled tie in my hand.

“Starved.”

Looking at ourselves in the mirror, adjusting out clothes to look presentable. Smiles covered our faces as we looked at each other. It felt like the spontaneous good ol‘ days. Leaning over to give her another passionate kiss. Placing the tie in my pocket, I usher Megan to exit the bathroom. Walking behind her, her steps were crooked, her legs weak as she barely made it to the table. Helping her down into her chair, sitting back down across from her.

“Everything okay?”

“You know, I am still mad at you. That little adventure didn’t change anything.” She slurred pouring herself more wine.

In the corner of my eye I see George coming back over to our table, “Are we ready to place an order now?”

“Yes George. We will take our usual. No spectacle this time, and I’ll take another whiskey,” I stated.

He left quickly, my phone vibrating in my pocket.

Rachael: Did you really just do that?

“Give me one second, babe.” Getting up from my chair, looking around the restaurant. I didn’t see her anywhere.

Kevin: What are you talking about?

Rachael:You just fucked your wife in the bathroom.

Kevin: And how would you know that?

Double checking around the restaurant, still not seeing Rachael, I sit back down at the table.

“So what do you want to know?” I asked Megan genuinely.

Rachael: She’s looking sexy, you think she wants to go back in for round two, with both of us?

Trying to ignore Rachael’s text.

“Why can’t you just come home? I know your going through this thing right now, but come home at least at night. Your gone all day as it is, we need you home at night. We will help you work this thing out of you,” Megan stated with concern.

Restricted: Where are you?

Kevin: I am not coming.

Restricted: So you made up your mind I guess?

Kevin: It would appear so, wouldn’t it?

“Is that really what your doing right now? Fucking texting people while I am trying to talk to you.”

“Sorry. Look I am turning it off,” holding down the power button to the phone, I see one more message flash across the screen before it goes black.

Restricted: I am sorry to have to do this then.

The mixture of the conversations was making me head spin, turning off the phone seemed like a great idea anyway. Megan sat there staring at me, taking a sip of her wine as she waited for a response.

“I’m sorry, what did you say?”

She rolled her eyes in disbelief. “I said why can’t you come home, at least at night while we help you work through this. We all really miss you.”

Grabbing her hands on the table, “You really are a one of a kind Megan.”

In the corner of my eye I catch someone charging to the table. Looking up towards him noticing it was David. Stopping square to the table, he glances at Megan, then locks eyes with me.

“Let’s go,” David demanded sternly.

“I am at lunch with my wife. I am not going anywhere with you,” laughing at him.

“Get up,” taking an offensive step forward.

“Go away or I’ll throw you around like a rag doll again.”

“I tried to be the nice guy,” pulling a gun out of the back of his pants. Gasps from the other guests echoed throughout the restaurant. “Now get up.”

Lifting my hands slowly off the table, holding them even with my head. “Fine,” I responded agitated, looking over at Megan her face white as a ghost, fear filling her eyes. Shuffling of the chair, “It will all be okay honey.” Standing up in front of David, “Now what?”

“We are going to go have a little chat. Let’s go,” motioning with his gun.

“I am not paying you or him anything. Your wasting your time. Can you put that fucking thing away your scaring everyone,” looking around the restaurant seeing the frightened faces of mothers, fathers, and children. Glancing over at Megan, tears streaming down her face, as she sat motionless in the chair, staring straight ahead.

“I would be a little more concerned with yourself right now.”

Seeing David’s index finger tensing around the trigger of the gun, “Just calm down.”

A shimmer of satisfaction showed in his eyes as he stared at me. A bright light emitted out of the front of the gun, followed by a ear-piercing boom. Seeing blood splatter out of me, hitting Megan across the face, the screams of the patrons filled my ears. Agonizing pain filled my arm as I looked down to confirm I was shot. A gaping hole covered my shoulder, a waterfall of warm blood spewing out of it covering my shirt. Pressing the whole with my free hand, trying to stop the bleeding as the blood engulfed my hand.

Losing the feelings in my legs, falling backwards hitting my head on the hard floor. My vision turned blurry as I laid staring at the ceiling. Everything looked as though it was in slow motion, the people scurrying away to safety, the spinning of the ceiling fan right above me. My breathing starting to slow, every breathe feeling like my chest getting stabbed.

Megan suddenly appearing on top of me, her face covered in blood and tears as she pressed a napkin into my wound. She was screaming something, but her voice was virtually inaudible as it echoed in my head. Looking down into my eyes with love and fear, seeing her mouth the words ‘I love you’, as she continued to press on my wound trying to stop the blood. My body going into complete shock, my vision tightening to tunnel vision. All the sounds in the room merging into one loud echo, I look over into Megan’s eyes, trying to say ‘I love you too’, but couldn’t command my own body.

As I stared at Megan, I feel a hard nudge on the other side of my body. Not being able to move my head, I witnessed Megan look up and stare straight ahead of her. Her face staying still staring across me. A hand reaches behind my head, rotating it to the other side. Rachael came to my side trying to comfort me as Megan help pressure on my wound. Leaning down to give me a kiss on the lips, she placed my head back down. Staring back at the ceiling, my vision fading, I see the two of them lock eyes, staring blankly at each other as it all turned to black.

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