Page 61 of Downfall

“Skylar Galloway,” he taunts. “If they could all see you now. Good girl Skylar with her 4.0 and her perfect attendance, on her knees getting cock slapped by her husband in a dirty bathroom.”

His words should make me angry, ashamed, mortified even, but instead my clit pulses, and I feel myself grow wetter.

He tilts his head to the side. “What are you waiting for, Skylar? This is what you wanted, right? Fucking suck it.”

My eyes flick up to his as I move my head closer, licking that bead of precum from his tip. He hisses, so I continue, teasing the head of his cock, dragging my tongue along his slit until he grabs a fistful of my hair and pushes me forward. He’s not all the way in, not even close, but the suddenness of the movement makes me gag.

“Choking on my cock already, sweetheart? It’s not even halfway in.” His tone is mocking, but at the same time, I feel his grip on my hair soften and his thumb rubs circles against my scalp, as if checking if it's too much. In response, I close my mouth around his crown, sucking on it greedily before I drag my tongue along the underside.

“Fuck, Skylar.”

My name comes out as more of a whimper than a moan. It only spurs him on, so I take a deep breath and take him to the back of my throat. He curses, grabbing my hair again and pushing his hips forward. I gag again, but it’s somehow not as bad as last time.

“Breathe through your nose, Sky,” he reminds me right as a wave of dizziness comes over me. I don’t know if it’s from the lack of air or the intensity of the sensation, but I have to close my eyes to keep the world from spinning.

Declan pulls halfway out of my mouth before slamming back down, and I feel a gush of wetness against my panties. I never thought I would be so turned on by giving a blowjob, but here we are.

“Touch yourself,” he demands.

I don’t think twice, sliding my hand down the front of my leggings and letting my fingers glide over my slick clit.

“Good fucking girl,” he praises just as there’s a loud bang on the door.

“Fuck off,” Declan roars.

“Dude, there’s no fucking in the bathroom. It’s common courtesy.”

“You have five seconds to step away from that door,” Declan calls back, and the guy must not think it’s worth the fight because a moment later I hear footsteps retreating.

The incident doesn’t slow Declan down. If anything, it spurs him on, thrusting into my mouth with more urgency. At the same time, I’m furiously rubbing my clit, tears blurring my vision as I moan around his cock.

“Fuck, I’m gonna come. Skylar, I’m gonna fucking come.”

I nod, humming lightly, and then he slams his palm against the wall as hot cum fills my mouth. He pulls his cock out, gripping my chin between his thumb and forefinger before I can swallow. “Open your mouth, sweetheart. I want to see it. Then you’re going to swallow every fucking drop like a good girl, aren’t you?”

I nod, opening my mouth so he can see his cum pooling on my tongue. “So fucking beautiful,” he muses, tipping my chin back slightly. “Swallow it.”

I swallow, not letting one drop go to waste, and it feels so right I almost forget that I’m still kneeling on a bathroom floor in a frat house. When reality does finally sink in, I start to stand, but Declan kneels in front of me before I can. He reaches out, cradling my cheeks in his hands. I’m caught off guard by the gentleness of his touch, such a contrast to how he grabbed me a second ago.

“You are nothing like those girls, Skylar. Once I had you, I couldn’t even stand the thought of being with anyone else.”

My mouth drops, confusion crinkling my brows, but just as fast as it happened, he’s back on his feet, holding his hand out for me. I take it, and he pulls me up.

Then we walk out of the bathroom, hand-in-hand, leaving his jacket and my jaw on the floor.

25

DECLAN

I fucked up. I told myself I wouldn’t go there with Skylar until I had her forgiveness, or at least some semblance of trust, and then I took that promise and smashed it all to hell. It’s what she had been asking for, and I couldn’t find it in myself to deny her anymore.

The entire moment is going to be burned into my brain for the rest of my life—the way she looked up at me from the floor, the blush that stained her cheeks when I taunted her, those first hesitant licks. She wanted it rough, wanted me mean. I could think of a thousand psychoanalytic bullshit reasons why, but the truth is, it doesn’t matter. Sometimes we simply want what we want, and last night we both wanted the fantasy. We weren’t married or estranged best friends. I never broke her heart, and she never left. We were just Skylar and Declan hooking up in a dirty frat house bathroom, and it felt fucking amazing.

Now, of course, in the harsh light of day, I can’t help but feel a twinge of regret, the doubt piling up in my head like bags of sand. What if it was too much for her? What if I didn’t check in enough? What if my words were too harsh?

I’m also pissed Amelia hasn’t been honest about what’s going on. I only got part of the story from Ash. We were grabbing some burgers and beers in Rocky Falls when he got the call from Allie that my sister was in trouble and they were heading to the party. All he knew was that she had an ex who showed up to a party and was making her uncomfortable. Fuck that. The whole thing reeked of my father. He’s been threatening to set her up with one of his associates’ sons for months now. I was so ready to lay into him that I called him as I rushed out to my car. Straight to voicemail. I need to figure out exactly what’s been going down, but more importantly, my father needs to fucking disappear. Unfortunately, patricide is where I draw the line. I think.

Either way, Amelia’s now avoiding me. She dropped my leather jacket on my doorstep, professionally cleaned, with a note taped to it.