Finger yourself harder while they watch, trying to reach orgasm before anyone touches you

Family restroom, Westfield Galleria Mall, unknown city, at 3:05 PM on Saturday June 15th, 2024

Your fingers plunge deeper into your soaking pussy, three now instead of two, stretching yourself in ways that make your toes curl against the cold tile floor. The wet sounds of your fingers pumping in and out fill the small bathroom, obscene and desperate. Your thumb finds your clit and you circle it frantically, chasing the orgasm that's building like a storm inside you.

"Fuck, fuck, oh god," you moan, your free hand gripping the edge of the sink so hard your knuckles go white. Your hips buck forward, fucking yourself on your own fingers while four pairs of eyes watch every movement. Your pussy clenches around your digits, inner walls rippling with pleasure that's so intense it borders on painful.

Tyler's breathing is ragged. "Holy shit, she's really going for it."

"Look at how wet she is," Derek groans, palming his massive erection through his jeans. "Fuck, I can see it dripping down her thighs."

Your legs tremble, threatening to give out. You're so close, right on the edge, your entire body tightening as the orgasm builds and builds. Your fingers curl inside yourself, searching for something, some magic spot that will push you over—

The sound of a belt buckle makes your eyes flutter open. Marcus has his jeans unzipped, and he's pulling out his cock right in front of you. It springs free, already fully hard—a solid six and a half inches of thick meat with a slight upward curve. The head is flushed dark, a bead of precum glistening at the tip.

"Here," Marcus says, his voice rough with need. He steps closer, his cock now just inches from your face. "Suck on this while you finger yourself. Bet that'll get you there faster."

The sight of his dick so close, the musky male scent of him, makes your mouth water involuntarily. Your tongue darts out to wet your lips and you realize you want it. You want his cock in your mouth. The thought should disgust you—this is Marcus, your friend, your bro—but instead it just makes your pussy clench harder around your fingers.

"Come on, Natalia," he coaxes, gripping the base of his shaft and giving it a slow stroke. Another drop of precum wells up and threatens to drip. "I know you want it. I can see it in your eyes."

Your fingers slow inside yourself, your attention completely captured by the hard cock bobbing in front of your face. Behind Marcus, Tyler and Derek are both working on their own belts now, freeing their erections. Even Evan has his hand down his pants, rubbing himself through the fabric.

"Open up," Marcus whispers, and his other hand comes up to cup your jaw, his thumb pressing gently against your lower lip.