Chapter 5. SEX AND THE CITY
(Sienna)
It’d been three weeks.
I still hadn’t cried.
The only things that seemed to help with the numbness were my friends gin and tonic . I’d been drinking myself to sleep because it was the only way I managed to get some rest. Otherwise, the nights were full of nightmares.
But today, the house felt too heavy. I couldn’t bear to exist between these walls.
Tomorrow, I would meet with the family’s lawyer—my lawyer, I guessed—and with the executor of my parents’ will. The whole thing made me nauseous.
I needed to leave this house and have a drink, maybe several.
I hopped into the shower quickly, threw on the first summer dress I found in my closet, and slipped into my beloved Hermès Oran sandals. After that, I booked an Uber that dropped me off at some bar on Murray Street. I didn’t usually hang out on this side of town, but the online reviews were good enough that I figured it would be worth a try. Nobody really knew me in this area, and I sure didn’t want anyone pitying me right now.
As I entered the bar, I realized I had chosen a great place to drown my thoughts. The bar was beautiful: dark walls and wooden floors, teal velvet curtains, dimmed yellow lights, dark leather stools, and, most importantly, barely crowded. “Into Each Life Some Rain Must Fall” by Ella Fitzgerald and The Ink Spots played in the background.
How appropriate.
I took it as a sign and walked toward the barman. He kindly asked for my ID, so I showed him the fake one Caroline gifted me last Christmas.
I was on my third drink when someone sat next to me. I looked at him from the corner of my eye and noticed that he was staring at me. When I turned my head to face my new drinking buddy, I thought he was probably one of the most beautiful men I’d ever seen. He had short dark hair, a bit curly at the ends and the front partially covering his eyebrows, black eyes, and a sharp jawline. He wore a black shirt and trousers, and his jacket rested on another stool.
“I’ve observed you for the past twenty minutes, and it looks like your day was shittier than mine.”
My body stiffened in response to his voice. It was deep, alluring, and full of warmth.
“I don’t know how shitty your day was, but I can assure you that mine probably takes the cake,” I replied.
“My mother just got engaged,” he blurted out without blinking.
“I can’t see why that’s a terrible thing.”
“My dad died in a car accident three years ago.” He paused. “She met this guy and got engaged in less than ten months. I know she deserves to be happy, but it feels too soon.” He sighed. “It looks like she couldn’t wait to move on.” He gulped his drink and continued. “I left the engagement party because I couldn’t stand the happiness floating around the room. It seems like everybody wants to forget. I can’t. I just couldn’t breathe.” He exhaled and asked, “What about you?”
I didn’t know what to tell him. I didn’t know the guy. The only thing I knew about him was what he’d just told me and that he really needed a drink. He’d just finished a glass of what looked like whiskey in one gulp and was currently ordering a second one. I didn’t understand why he was opening up like this, but I figured sometimes it was easier to spill your guts to a stranger than a friend. Based on his words, he’d been in this bar for at least twenty minutes, so who knew how many drinks he’d had so far?
Enveloped in the depths of his gaze for a moment, I hesitated. Shall I tell him the truth? Would it scare him away?
Fuck it. I’m probably never seeing him again.
“My parents died almost four weeks ago in an accident. I haven’t been able to cry since then, which is starting to scare the shit out of me. Also, I’m meeting with the executor of the will tomorrow. It’s like there’s this big empty hole inside me, and some days I feel like I’m about to have a mental breakdown.” There. I said it.
The silence stretched between us for a few seconds before he responded. “Fuck me…well, that definitely takes the cake for sure. I’m sorry about your parents.”
“I’m sorry about your father, too.”
“Do you live here in the city?” he asked.
“No. I live in Port Chester. It’s about fifty minutes from here.”
“Yes, I’ve been there before. My soon-to-be stepfather owns a house in Rye, and my mother and I are moving there next weekend. I spent a lot of time there before my dad passed away, so I’m quite familiar with the area.”
“Oh really? Maybe we’ve met before.”
“Believe me, if I’d met you before, I’d remember.” He couldn’t take his eyes off me, but then his attention shifted to my mouth, and his eyes darkened. I could feel my heart racing. I didn’t know if it was the drinks or how he looked at me, but he noticed, and the corner of his mouth turned up, giving me a smirk that made my hands sweaty and my heart beat faster. He was definitely my type. If we had met under different circumstances, I would have made a move on him. In fact, I still had to restrain myself from flirting with him when I only wanted to know how good his hands would feel on my skin. Old habits died hard.
My mouth suddenly felt dry, like I had licked sandpaper. I took a sip of my drink, meeting his gaze. Something about him made me nervous, but at the same time, I felt comfortable around him.
He could totally be a serial killer, Sienna.
We spent the following hour talking about the music we liked, our favorite spots in the city, and sharing our favorite restaurants in Manhattan, but then his face dropped, and the air between us shifted.
“Penny for your thoughts,” I said.
“It’s nothing,” he answered cryptically, clenching his jaw.
I checked my phone and noticed it was 10:36 p.m.
“Shit. I should get going. The meeting with my lawyer is quite early, and I need to get some sleep. It’s gonna be a challenging day.”
He didn’t say anything; he just kept looking at me. I took his silence as my cue to leave and said, “It was nice meeting you. Good luck with everything.” I turned around toward the women’s restroom. There was no way I could manage an hour’s ride to Port Chester when I desperately needed to pee.
Once I finished, I exited the toilet stall, and my heart missed a beat. He stood before me, leaning against the sink with his hands resting on the black marble on both sides of his body and his right ankle crossed over his left foot. He was taller than I expected, and his black shirt showed every outline of his arms and muscles. I couldn’t move. My legs had decided they didn’t respond to my commands anymore, and heat rushed up my body and burned my cheeks. I was almost a hundred percent sure I was blushing.
In one smooth movement, he pushed himself off the sink and walked toward where I stood. It was clear to me at that moment that he was a predator, and I was nothing more than prey. A different girl might have felt intimidated or maybe even scared, but the way he towered over me just thrilled my inner whore with anticipation.
Closing the space between us, he dropped his head and whispered, “I have realized I don’t know your name.” His voice was husky and dark.
I panted, trying to catch my breath.
What the hell is happening?
“Sienna.” I sighed.
“Sienna,” he repeated as his mouth traveled down the left side of my neck, his lips barely touching my skin. He was so close that I could smell his breath filled with spice and caramel notes. His left hand slowly caressed my right arm as it made its way upward, my nipples peaking through my dress in response to his touch.
“What do you want?” I trembled.
“What I want…is something I’ve fantasized about since you entered this bar, Sienna. I want to fuck you until you come all over my cock.”
I released a trembling exhale.
He cupped my face, and our eyes locked, but when his focus shifted to my lips, I dropped my purse and crashed my mouth into his. Hard. He opened his mouth, and his tongue collided with mine. Nothing about this kiss was sweet and tender; it was full of lust and an insatiable hunger. He moved us toward the far end of the restroom until my back hit the wall. He never stopped kissing me as my hands began exploring his chest, holding his face, and kissing him harder. His mouth traveled to my neck, nibbling and teasing the sensitive spot beneath my earlobe. Just as I was about to reach for his belt, his left hand seized my wrists and held them firmly above my head.
“So eager.”
His right hand started drifting down from my neck, over my breast, to the hem of my dress, to the inside of my thighs, and as I shifted my legs farther apart, he gave me a teasing smile. He knew I wanted this as much as he said he wanted it. I could feel his hand playing with my underwear, but when his fingers slid down inside my panties and started circling my clit with gentle strokes, a soft moan escaped my lips.
“You’re already so wet, Sienna.”
I loved how he said my name in a desperate whisper.
I continued kissing him, tasting him, when he suddenly sank one finger and then a second one inside my pussy. It clenched.
“Oh my God,” I hissed as his fingers started moving in and out of me.
My body shuddered while his hand fucked me, and my hips moved to the pace he set. My climax built, but he took his fingers out as soon as he noticed. Seriously?
“Not yet, Sienna. I want you to come with me buried inside you,” he said to me playfully. He brought his fingers to his mouth and licked my wetness, muttering, “You taste so fucking sweet.”
I was panting, and a trickle of sweat glided down the back of my neck.
After releasing my hands, he bent down to remove my underwear and placed my panties inside his back pocket. He unbuckled his belt and tugged his zipper down. My mouth dropped when his cock sprang free. I’d had my fair share of lovers but had never been fucked by someone this big and never in a public place where anyone could walk in. It was exhilarating.
He placed his left hand on the wall next to my face and wrapped his hardness with his right fist. “I have a condom in my wallet,” he told me, pointing with his head to his front pocket, and without one drop of hesitation, I took it.
I held his face with both hands and kept on kissing him, our tongues dancing desperately, while he put it on. I wanted him inside me, bringing me to oblivion. I wanted more. I wanted to feel everything.
With one swift movement, he grabbed the back of my knees and lifted me against the wall.
“What if someone comes in?” I asked with concern, not because I didn’t want someone seeing me like this—at this point, I didn’t fucking care about being caught— but because I didn’t want anyone cock-blocking me.
“It’s locked from the inside. I gave a generous tip to the bartender in exchange for the master key.” He winked at me, and I snorted a laugh.
He lined up his tip at my entrance, and a shiver ran through my spine, his eyes on me glittering like the apparent predator he was. He pushed in only an inch and hesitated, but I moved my hips, demanding more.
“I don’t want to hurt you,” he confessed.
“I don’t care. You said you wanted to fuck me. I want you to. Hard. Don’t hold back.”
He still didn’t move.
“Please,” I begged.
Then he did what I asked. With one swift movement, his hips flexed, and he was all the way in. A groan escaped my throat. It was a mixture of pain and pleasure, and as soon as he retreated, he slammed his body against mine again. And again. And again. And again. I wrapped my legs around his waist, locking my ankles together and digging my nails into his shoulders to get a better balance.
He leaned down to kiss me, drinking every moan directly from my mouth, both hands now gripping my ass. I cried out, moving my hips to meet his thrusts while I lost all track of time.
The sounds that filled the restroom were obscene.
“Do you feel it? Do you feel how your pussy enjoys being destroyed by my cock?”
As soon as he said those words, he hit that sweet spot inside me that made me arch my back and sent me to my climax, screaming loud enough that everyone in the bar must now be aware that two people were fucking in this restroom.
He continued to fuck me with an intensity that I thought we would collapse on the floor.
“Fuck, I’m gonna come too.” A few moments later, he let out a groan and slowed his movements. He stayed buried inside me for a little longer, our foreheads against each other as we tried to catch our breath.
“I have to say, I never expected my day to end like this,” I said with a smile plastered on my face. It was probably the first smile in a long time.
“Me neither,” he replied with a wicked smile.
He gently helped me place my feet back on the floor and threw the condom in the trash can to my right before tucking his dick inside his pants. I leaned down to grab my purse when I heard him unlock the door with the master key. I suddenly felt a bit embarrassed. It seemed he couldn’t get away from me quickly enough.
“Hey! You didn’t tell me your name,” I shouted.
He stopped and turned his head, looking over his left shoulder.
“My name is Zayn.” And just like that, he was gone.
Zayn .
It was hard to believe that I’d just fucked a stranger in a public restroom. But then, as I replayed the whole thing in my mind, my stomach sank.
Zayn just left with my panties in his back pocket.
I broke into a hysterical laugh and felt less numb for the first time in weeks.