Running in circles(Post Malone Story)COMPLETED

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He chased me into the toilet trapping me against him and the sink kissing down my neck. His hands moving down my body groping their way down to my thighs. He brings them up bunching my skirt up around my waist before sliding his fingers under the material of my panties. He slid his finger across my folds before pushing a finger in my hole. I lent my head back against the mirror as my ass was lifted to sit on the sink. His lips attached themselves to my neck again licking, sucking and kissing the sensitive skin. I held onto the bottle in one hand and the other gripped his forearm that was now making its way up my shirt to grope my breasts. His fingers swirled around my nipples, stroking the areola until they where hard peaks. I couldnt help but think how different his hands felt. They where soft not like the calloused ones that I craved and dreamt about. They weren't as thick as the tattooed hands I had become infatuated with. My mind wandered to thoughts of Austins hands caressing my body that skyrocketed my arousal, I felt my juices lubricating his fingers as they pumped in and out of me. I needed a release and fast.

"Fuck me from behind" I practically barked as I slid down off the sink and bent over it. He didn't need to be asked twice. I felt him in undue his pants quickly, pull my skirt up over my ass and him slide his dick into my dripping pussy. He started to thrust into me but it didn't feel the same. I couldn't look up because he wasn't Austin. I couldn't even seem to muster the ordacity to try and pretend it was. Maybe it was the drink last night, I took a large swig of the bottle and backed up into him adding to the friction. "Harder" I breathed and he he did as he was told. I kept my head down trying to concentrate on the fact I was getting fucked and not the fact that I was starting to get sad about Austin. I don't know why but a shiver went down my spine and I was compelled to look up. I was nearly sick when I saw the reflection in the mirror. I let out an unsettling sound something In between a scream and a sob. Smitty opened his eyes and saw the same thing as me. We scrambled to pull apart and cover up turning to see a betrayed Austin. The look on his face was enough to break my heart.

"What the fuck" was all he could muster before he flew out of the room. I rushed after him running down the corridor and bursting through the fire exit towards the busses.

"Austin wait" I sobbed, I felt Smitty come out the door seconds after me

"What Regan? I think I'm allowed to be pissed at seeing my best friends fucking" he rubs his face with his hands "Especially when they know my feelings. Man I told you how much I was in love with her" he screams at Smitty.

"You moved on. Why can't she?" Smitty tried to sound confident

"Moved on? So that means you have free reign to fuck her...Have you just been waiting in the wings ready to pick up the pieces Smit? Make her feel better?" he spat

"Well at least I wasn't fucking my ex while she was in the same room. Flaunting it in her face when you could clearly see she was hurting" smitty was getting louder

"I wasn't flaunting anything and let's all not forget that it's Regan that didn't want me. It's funny though because you've always had a crush on her haven't you Smit? I wouldn't be suprised if your the one putting doubts in her head about me. Just so you could steal her away" Austin launches the can he had been crushing in his hand at Smitty, just missing him.

"Please stop" I sobbed pull on Austins arm

"How long has this been going on? Days, weeks, since the start of tour? Come on guys I'm both your best friends you can tell me" his comment thick with sarcasm

"Best friend" I said under my breath and turned around to leave

"Don't you dare go anywhere. This is all your fault. If you hadn't come back into my life none of this would have happened" he huffed