There’s a small bit of icing on his lip ring. I do a quick scan of the room to see if anyone’s watching. Thankfully, everyone is chatting in the living room. I stand on my toes and swipe the frosting from his ring with my tongue. His eyes flare, and he groans.
I turn back to cutting the cake, then excuse myself to the bathroom.
I’m washing my hands when the door flies open. I jump, but I know it’s Penn.
“What are you doing?” I say, breathless.
He says nothing, stalking inside and shuts the door behind him.
“We should get back out there.”
He creeps closer, and when I lift my eyes, I see him standing behind me through the mirror. He places his arms on either side of the sink, caging me in.
“You started something out there. I came to finish it.” He runs his nose along the side of my neck, and I tilt, giving him access.
“I—we can’t. They’ll know what we’re doing.” But my voice is weak even to me.
“Then you better be quick.” He licks a path from my neck to my ear, then trails back down, placing light kisses. My back arches, heat building in my toes and working its way up. He reaches under my pink sundress and darts his eyes to mine when he finds me bare underneath.
“Fuck, you’re such a good girl for me.” He cups my pussy in his hand, grinding his palm against my clit before slipping two fingers inside me.
“Ah.” I buck backward, grabbing onto the sink and letting my head fall.
His other hand flies to my hair and jerks my head back. “Watch.”
His rough demand makes me whimper. We keep our eyes locked on each other through the mirror as he finger fucks me so good and hard that I’m panting. My eyes try to roll back in my head as pleasure sweeps through my body, coiling inside my stomach.
“Eyes open, Olivia,” he says, demanding.
“Oh God,” I cry, backing my ass into him further, wanting him deeper. My orgasm is close.
“Shh. Quiet, baby. Don’t want all our friends to know what I’m doing to you,” he whispers, biting my neck.
Penn kicks my legs farther apart and forces my chest down to the sink so I’m perfectly arched for him. I keep my eyes locked on him in the mirror. His brows are pinched tight, and he’s watching me with a look so hot it makes my skin sizzle.
He comes out and swirls his fingers over my clit, teasing every inch of my slit but refusing to push back inside. He’s playing my clit like a string on his guitar, every flick and stroke sending a spark straight to my core. My toes dig into the cold tile floor below me.
“Come for me,” he rasps, untangling his hand from my hair to wrap around my throat. He tugs me back against his chest. His fingers circle faster, pressing against my clit with just enough pressure to send me over the edge.
My mouth falls open, my orgasm wrecking my body. I’m about to scream out, but Penn slaps a hand over my mouth and dips his fingers inside, curling in that special way that kicks my orgasm to another level. I cry into his palm, body shuddering around his fingers as waves crash into me over and over.
“You are so damn beautiful when you come.” Easing his fingers out, I watch through the mirror as he brings them to my lips.
I swallow thickly, knowing what he wants.
“Taste.” He scissors his fingers and slips only the middle one inside my mouth.
I suck and swirl my tongue across it, making sure it’s clean.
He pulls it out and then sticks the other one in his mouth, licking it clean while letting out a deep groan. “Fucking delicious.”
It’s so freaking hot in here I can’t take it anymore. My body feels heavy, and I drop my forehead to the sink, trying to catch my breath.
“Fuck, that’s not enough.”
Before I can ask what he means, he yanks my hips back and flips my dress up. I peek over my shoulder because I don’t have the energy to lift my head. My legs feel like they’re going to melt into the floor.
His fingers spread me open and then his tongue brushes over me, sucking everything out of me.
