Chapter 4: Zero

The timer read 1:19.

Claire’s legs were wrapped tight around Ethan’s waist, her bare ass on the cold edge of the sink, her heavy breasts bouncing with every deep thrust. He fucked her in steady, powerful strokes that made the wet sound of their bodies fill the small restroom. Her earlier release still coated his cock and glistened on the tile. The light stayed bright only because neither of them stopped moving.

Ethan kept one hand braced on the sink beside her hip. The other slid between them to rub her clit in firm, relentless circles. Claire’s head tipped back. She could feel the next orgasm already gathering—low, heavy, inevitable.

“Look at me,” he ordered.

She forced her eyes open. Their gazes locked. The intensity in his face made every stroke feel sharper. He changed the angle of his hips so the head of his cock dragged hard against the front wall of her cunt with every thrust. The dual pressure of that and his fingers on her clit wound her so tight her thighs started to shake.

The timer dropped under 1:00.

Ethan suddenly pulled out, lifted her off the sink, and carried her the few steps into the stall. He backed her against the cool metal wall, hooked one of her legs high around his hip, and pushed back into her in one hard thrust that forced a broken moan from her throat. The new position let him go deeper. Claire’s hands gripped his shoulders. He pinned both of her wrists above her head against the wall with one hand and started fucking her in short, powerful strokes.

“You’re going to squirt for me when that timer hits zero,” he said, voice rough. “Not before. I want it timed perfectly.”

Claire could only nod, breath shaking. The pressure inside her was already almost too much. Every thrust pushed her closer. She could feel how wet she was, could feel the slickness dripping down her thigh.

Ethan covered her mouth with his free hand, muffling the sounds she couldn’t hold back. His eyes stayed locked on hers. He fucked her harder, the wet slap of skin against skin loud in the enclosed stall. The light flickered once when her body went too still from the rising pleasure. He immediately drove into her deeper, forcing continuous movement until the fluorescent tube steadied again.

The timer read 0:48.

Claire’s cunt clenched around him in strong, rhythmic pulses. She was right on the edge, every muscle tight, the need to tip over almost painful. Ethan kept her there—thrusting deep, hand firm over her mouth, eyes never leaving hers—while the seconds ticked down.

0:40.

0:35.

0:30.

He pressed his forehead to hers, still covering her mouth, and spoke against her skin.

“When I take my hand away, you come. Hard. I want to feel you soak me while that timer hits zero.”

Claire’s eyes were wide, locked on his. She nodded against his hand.

Ethan shifted the angle of his hips and the pressure of his body against her clit at the same time. The dual stimulation pushed her past the point of no return. He pulled his hand from her mouth.

“Now.”

Claire broke.

The orgasm hit like a wave crashing. Her cunt clamped down around him in violent, rhythmic pulses. A thick rush of wetness flooded out of her, soaking his cock and splashing onto the tile in audible splatters. She cried out, the sound raw and broken, while she kept her eyes locked on his exactly as he had demanded. Her wrists stayed pinned above her head. Her leg trembled around his hip. The release went on and on, wave after wave, until her knees nearly gave and the floor between them was wet again.