“You heard me. Beg for my cock.”
I didn’t know what was wrong with me—Shep’s order turned me on, and my heart beat a little faster, my breathing coming out heavy as I said, “I want it.”
A cruel smirk tipped one side of his mouth, his exhale against my neck making me shiver. “You can do better than that. Or do you not want this?” The thick head of his cock nudged against my entrance but didn’t go any farther.
It was really too bad I was desperate for it, because I would’ve loved to watch his face as I zipped back up without a care.
But I couldn’t. Not when I knew how good the next few minutes would be.
“Je vais te faire payer ça,”I said. “Fuck me, Shep.Please.”
Before the “please” was out of my mouth, he shoved inside me, leaving me gasping for breath.
Fuck yes.This was exactly what I wanted, what I’d had to beg for, and it was worth it already. I wasn’t pushed up against a wall this time, unable to see him; I was watching every second of this scorching-hot rendezvous.
Time wasn’t on our side, and Shep didn’t waste any of it, slamming into me fast and hard, forcing me to tighten my grip on the sink. He knew just how to work me over, just what I craved. I couldn’t keep my eyes off him in the mirror as he pounded into me. He hadn’t even bothered to take off his clothes, but somehow that made this even hotter—an illicit hookup in the bathroom with a man no one even knew was here. They’d all die if they knew Shep had been lurking all night, andI’ddie if the bastard didn’t make me come in the next two minutes.
He kicked my legs open wider, and the angle forced him even deeper inside me. The shock of him, the fullness and stretch I felt, forced me to drop my head to get my bearings.
“You fuck like a maniac.” My breath came out in ragged pants, but I had no shame, not when I was getting exactly what I’d asked for. Only my cock was missing out on the action, because between Shep’s punishing grip on my hips and my holding on for dear life, my erection wasn’t getting the rub-down it deserved.
Didn’t matter. I’d be coming like a geyser any second anyway.
“Look at yourself,prince,” Shep said. “Look at what I do to you.”
“Is that an order?”
“You’re goddamn right it is.” He stilled inside me, a threat if I didn’t do what he asked, and I lifted my head and locked eyes with his in the mirror. He gave a cocky smile and began to move again, slowly at first, drawing out my pleasure and making me groan with need, and then faster. All the while we kept our eyes on each other, and it was hard to miss how needy I was: pupils blown, skin flushed, my dick so hard that arousal beaded at the head and dripped onto the floor.
Shep was right. He made a mess out of me.
“Oh,mon Dieu,” I gasped. “Right there.”
He wrapped his arm around my waist to brace me, or maybe to hold me even closer as he hammered inside me. I could feel my orgasm hovering right there on the edge, rising until Shep’s cock hit my prostate.
I lost it.
Shep had to cover my mouth at the guttural sound I made as I came everywhere. He didn’t slow down, didn’t give me an ounce of reprieve, just continued to thrust into me and use my body for his pleasure.
And watching him come apart because of me? Hottest shit ever.
“When I pull out, I want you on…your…knees,” he gritted out.
My first instinct was to fight against his words, because that was what we did, our dynamic—upping the ante for each other with all this combative sexual tension.
Then I remembered what I’d sent him in a text, telling him that I wanted to come on him. That was what he wanted. To mark me. Which was why when he pulled out of me, I hit my knees without another thought.
With his impressive dick in hand, Shep jerked himself off and aimed for my chest.
He could’ve used that opportunity to make me beg again, but he didn’t, too far gone to stop the hot jet of cum that sprayed across my skin. It hit my pecs, my collarbone, my neck, coating me in his arousal. Feeling cheeky, I opened my mouth, daring him to give me a taste, and Shep moved in over me, letting his cock hover over my mouth and drip down my throat.
Mmm, the taste of him was unlike anything else, so decadent on my tongue that if I were going to beg for anything, it was more of him. I savored it and licked my lips before finally swallowing.
I didn’t know how Shep managed to be so damn composed, not even breathing heavily after all that exertion, already zipping up his pants. His face, however, showed just how hot he found the whole thing, so between that and the orgasm, I’d gotten just what I came for.Pun fully intended.
Shep offered his hand to help me off the floor, and as I got to my feet, I looked down at the mess he’d made all over me and smirked.
“I think I should go back out there just like this.”
