Forbidden Cravings
Chapter 54: The Annoyance

Chapter 54: The Annoyance

"Arghhh... huhhhh..." I groaned, my voice rough and shaky as I leaned hard against Sara’s back, my chest pressed tight to her from behind. My dick was still inside her, softening now but buried deep, my breath hot and uneven against her shoulder.

"Ahhhhh... yeahh..." she said, her voice low and lazy, swaying her ass slow against my groin, enjoying every second of it. Her maroon one-piece was still hiked up messy around her hips, her black jacket crumpled up as well. She tilted her head back a little, her smirk peeking out, her breath still fast from the climax.

I gulped hard, my throat dry, and pushed myself up straight, my hands sliding off her waist slow as I caught my breath. My shirt hung crooked, my pants and underwear tangled around my ankles, the air in the washroom thick with sweat and heat.

"See? It’s fun, right?" she said, giggling soft, turning to face me. She brushed her fingers along my shirt collar, tugging it straight.

"No, it isn’t," I said, exhaling slow, my voice flat but shaky. I reached for the tissue paper from the dispenser on the wall, and wiped my dick clean—quick, rough—tossing the crumpled mess into the dustbin by the sink.

I pulled my pants up fast, buckling my belt with a sharp *clink*, my hands trembling a little as I tried to pull myself together, my boots scuffing the tile.

She smirked wider, grabbing her own tissue, wiping herself slow—my cum leaking out, her panties still on the floor by her boots. She cleaned her pussy, her movements casual, like it was no big deal, then tossed the tissue into the bin too.

She tugged her one-piece down smooth, straightening it over her hips and puller her panties up she fixed her jacket.

I didn’t answer—just shook my head, my jaw tight, and turned for the door, shoving it open fast.

"I’m out before you start something else," I muttered under my breath, stepping into the hall quick, the cool air hitting me sharp after the cubicle’s heat.

I shut the door behind me with a loud *click*—and froze. A janitor stood there, mop in hand, his gray uniform wrinkled, staring at me hard, his bushy brows raised high. His eyes flicked from me to the door, then back, his mouth twitching like he knew exactly what went down.

Sara slipped out right behind me, her voice cutting through the awkward silence.

"Hehe... now let’s do some more shoppin—" she started, all chipper, then stopped short, catching the janitor’s stare too. Her laugh faltered, her hand hovering mid-air, her maroon dress still a little crooked from our rush.

It was so fucking awkward—my face burned, my stomach twisting as I turned away fast, walking ahead. I shoved my hands into my pockets, my head down, pretending the janitor wasn’t still gawking, his mop dripping water slow onto the floor.

"Oye, Ezra... wait!" Sara called, laughing again—bright, shameless—her steps hurrying to catch up as she darted out of the washroom, her jacket flapping.

I leaned against the mall railing, my hands gripping the cool metal, staring down at the people milling around below—shoppers with bags, kids chasing each other, the hum of chatter bouncing off the high ceilings.

The afternoon light streamed through the glass roof, but it didn’t brighten my mood. *This woman’s so weird—she could get us caught any second,* I thought, exhaling hard, my breath fogging faint in the air-conditioned chill.

"Heyy, Ezra... baby!" she called out loud, her voice cutting through the noise, bouncing off the walls as she strutted toward me, waving her hand high like a damn flag.

Heads turned—some lady with a stroller, a guy sipping coffee—her volume pulling eyes like a spotlight.

"Keep your voice down..." I hissed, my voice low and irritated, my jaw clenching as I shot her a glare, my hands shoving deeper into my pockets.

"Huhhh!? You said something, my Ezra Baby—" she started, her tone all teasing and loud again, stepping closer, her smirk growing like she was about to yell it louder.

Before she could finish, I lunged forward, clamping my hand over her mouth quick, her lips warm and sticky from that gum she’d chewed earlier. I grabbed her arm with my other hand and pulled her behind a big concrete pillar nearby, out of sight, the cool wall pressing against my back as I pinned her there.

"Are you out of your mind?" I said, my voice sharp but quiet, my hands gripping the sides of her face, holding her against the wall.

My fingers pressed into her cheeks, my eyes boring into hers—dark, glinting, totally unbothered.

A kid’s voice piped up nearby, high and curious. "Look, those two lovers are making love here in the open!" he said, pointing at us, his sneakers squeaking as he tugged his mom’s hand.

A couple of shoppers glanced over—a guy in a hoodie smirked, an old lady frowned—thinking we were some couple caught in a moment.

"Dane, don’t say stuff like that," his mom snapped, her voice firm, tugging him away quick, her shopping bags rustling as she hurried off, shooting us a side-eye.

The kid whined, dragging his feet, but they disappeared into the crowd, leaving the awkward air behind.

*Pfft*—Sara burst out laughing, loud and shameless, her hands dropping to her sides as she doubled over, her giggle echoing off the pillar.

"Bwahaha... oh my god, that kid!" she said, her voice bright, wiping a fake tear from her eye. To her, it was all fun and games—another joke to play, another mess to laugh at.

I sighed hard, my shoulders slumping, my hand dropping from her face as I stepped back, rubbing my neck. "Pointless," I muttered under my breath, turning away. She didn’t get it—never would—and I was too tired to keep fighting.

"Oye, where are you going?" she called, her steps hurrying to catch up. "I wanna do more shopping!" She said, her tone half-whiny, half-teasing.

"Do whatever you want," I said, my voice flat, shoving my hands back into my pockets, my eyes fixed straight ahead, dodging a lady with a cart. I didn’t look at her—just kept walking, my jaw tight, my mind buzzing with how I’d ended up stuck with her again.

Before I could get far, she darted up beside me, wrapping her arm around mine quick, her grip tight and clingy, her giggle soft in my ear.