Adrián Gave Me to His Friends in That Bathroom

The bathroom air was charged, thick, as if all the heat from the party had seeped in through the crack under the door and refused to leave. Adrián pushed me against the cold tiles and the air burst from my lungs in a gasp. His gaze moved over me unhurriedly, dark, certain of what he was going to do. I was still holding the glass in my hand, though I no longer remembered why I had brought it.

—Do you know why I brought you here? —he asked, his voice low.

—You tell me —I replied, and I felt my voice trembling.

His hands slid down my sides with calculated slowness. He didn’t touch me like someone searching, but like someone who already knew every inch and delighted in tracing it again. The contrast between the icy wall at my back and the heat rising from my belly made me arch toward him without thinking.

—Tonight you’re going to discover how far you can go —he whispered against my ear—. What you never dared imagine.

It wasn’t right. And I didn’t want it to be right.

Every word of his went straight down to the center of me. I felt wetness gathering, traitorous, soaking the thin fabric that still separated me from his hand. Adrián noticed it. He always noticed. He lifted the hem of my dress with a firm gesture and slid his fingers over the lace, pressing exactly where I needed it, and the moan that escaped me was louder than I meant it to be.

—Look at yourself —he said, turning me toward the bathroom mirror—. Look at how you ask me for more without saying a word.

Our eyes met in the reflection. My cheeks were flushed, my lips parted, my chest rising and falling too quickly. I didn’t fully recognize the woman staring back at me, and that excited me even more. Adrián moved the lace aside and his fingers found bare skin, no barriers, and the direct contact tore a shiver through me from the nape of my neck to my knees.

—Please —I murmured, not really knowing what I was asking for.

—Patience —he answered—. Tonight you’re not mine alone.

I didn’t have time to process the sentence. The bathroom door flew open and the noise reverberated off the walls. In the doorway stood a group of men. I recognized a couple from the party; I’d never seen the others before. They all wore the same expression, that mix of hunger and certainty, as if they knew exactly why they were there.

***

My first instinct was to cover myself. The second, much stronger one, was to stay exactly as I was.

—Let them watch —Adrián ordered, and his hand slid all the way down the lace until it was tangled around my ankles.

I was left exposed before all of them, and instead of shame I felt a surge of heat that set me ablaze from within. Their gazes moved over me without missing a detail, and every pair of eyes on my skin was like a new caress. Some had already unzipped their trousers. Others came closer slowly, circling me, and the sound of my own breathing mingled with theirs.

—I want them to see what you’re capable of —Adrián said, and the dark promise in his voice made me clench my thighs.

He bent me over the sink, palms on the marble, hips raised. The cold of the stone beneath my hands contrasted with the fire climbing up my back. I felt his body press against mine, his hardness seeking the entrance that was already wet and throbbing, and when he pushed inside me the moan I let out wasn’t entirely mine: it was everyone watching.

—That’s it —he panted, sinking deeper—. I want you to open for me in front of them.

Each thrust drove me against the edge of the sink and sent waves of pleasure spreading from my center to the tips of my fingers. In the mirror I could see the men behind me, their hands moving over their own erections, their jaws tight. Knowing they were holding back for me, that they were waiting for their turn, took me higher than any caress ever could. I closed my eyes and let myself be carried by the rhythm, faster and deeper every time.

—Don’t stop —I begged, my voice breaking—. Please, don’t stop.

Adrián eased off just when I was on the brink, and a growl of frustration slipped from my throat. He stepped back and, with that wicked smile I knew so well, gave his place to someone else.

***

The man who took his place was broader, more impatient. He grabbed my hips without ceremony and drove into me in one motion, filling me completely, and the cry I let out bounced off the tiles. He gave me no respite. His rhythm was brutal, desperate, and I took it with my back arched and my fingers dug into the marble, lost in a mixture of pleasure and surrender that clouded my reason.

In front of me, another man stepped closer. I lifted my gaze and understood what he wanted without him having to say it. I parted my lips and took him into my mouth, sliding my tongue all along his length, tasting the salt of his desire while my hands guided him to the rhythm I set. His rough gasps were music; each one confirmed for me that I had him on the edge, that control was mine even though I was completely given over.

For an instant I became fully aware of the scene: me in the center, surrounded, taken from the front and from behind, my body turned into the point where all the desires in that room converged. Far from frightening me, the idea pushed me closer to the abyss.

—Look at how much you enjoy her —I heard Adrián say somewhere to my left—. This is what you wanted.

He was right, and I hated and loved that he was.

***

The turns followed one after another without pause. When one man pulled out, another took his place, and my body learned to receive them in a cadence I no longer controlled. I felt the sweat from their skin mixing with mine, the air saturated with a thick, intoxicating smell, the wet sounds of flesh against flesh filling every corner of the bathroom.

At one point I felt one man position himself behind me while another stayed in my mouth, and the double sensation tore a long, guttural moan from me. The combined pressure stretched me to a limit I had never reached, and each synchronized movement pushed me beyond what I thought I could withstand. My muscles tensed and released in an endless cycle, and I clung to whatever I could find, searching for an anchor in the middle of the storm.

—I’m not going to last —the one taking me from behind panted.

—Hold on —Adrián ordered—. Not yet.

The mere idea that he was directing even this, marking the timing for each one, made me clamp down around them with a new kind of need. The orgasm building inside me was a tide rising with every thrust, with every desire-heavy gaze pinned to my skin. I felt it climb through my belly, tighten every muscle, resist and swell at the same time, fed by the frenzy of the entire room.

And then it burst.

My body jerked from top to bottom, every fiber convulsing as pleasure spilled everywhere. I screamed, shamelessly, not even recognizing my own voice, while the wave dragged me over and over and left me panting on the marble, my legs trembling, unable to hold myself up.

***

But they weren’t finished.

One by one, they reached their own limit. I felt them tense, heard their groans break, noticed the heat of each release as they emptied themselves in gasps. Each one claimed his share, and I received them with my body open, hungry, still vibrating from the echoes of my own climax.

—On your knees —Adrián said then, and there was no doubt in his voice.

I obeyed without thinking. My knees touched the cold floor and the men closed in around me, a circle of sweaty skin and accelerated breathing. I lifted my face toward them, lips parted, and let myself be covered by the heat of each release, feeling it slide over my skin, over my chest, over my belly, while the chorus of gasps filled the bathroom.

There was a delicious humiliation in it, a point of degradation that instead of shaming me set me alight to my core. I had never felt so exposed. I had never felt so wanted. The two things together made a mixture I didn’t know how to name and no longer wanted to leave behind.

When they finally finished, my body gave out. I stayed kneeling, trembling, covered in sweat and in the proof of all of them, every muscle aching and a dark satisfaction pulsing beneath the exhaustion. I had crossed a boundary I hadn’t even known existed, and the fact that I didn’t regret it frightened me more than the act itself.

***

Adrián was watching me from the other end of the bathroom, leaning against the wall, that satisfied smile twisting my stomach. He came closer slowly, took my chin, and forced me to look up at him.

—You’re incredible, Mariela —he murmured, his voice still rough from everything he had just set loose—. Tonight you showed me what surrender really means.

A shiver ran down my spine. In his words there was a promise I couldn’t ignore, an announcement of nights that were even more intense, more perverse. I looked him in the eyes and saw in them more than physical pleasure: I saw a dark road he was willing to travel with me.

—And now? —I asked, with the thread of voice I had left.

—Now —he replied, helping me to my feet— we know how far you can go. And believe me, this was only the beginning.

I leaned against his chest, exhausted, my breathing still ragged, while the others silently gathered their clothes and returned to the party as if nothing had happened. And I knew, with a certainty that raised the hairs on my skin, that he was right. That after that night, none of the limits I thought I knew would ever be the same again. That I no longer wanted them to be.