“That sass is going to get you into trouble,” I warn.
Butfuck, it feels good. She curls her tongue and flicks at the sensitive spot under the tip then hollows her cheeks when I push back in. I move my hips, using pressure on her head to control the speed…and slowly increase it.
Tears prick at her eyes, but she doesn’t try to move away. Her lipstick smears across my erection–gonna keep that there as long as possible–and I can taste the glimmer of my orgasm in the distance. I chase it, using her mouth. She gags around me, but her teeth never so much as brush my skin.
Aw, she does care.
She twists her hand and squeezes, adding to the sensations ricocheting through my dick and up my spine. My balls tighten, and I can’t help but let my head fall back against the door.
“Gonna come,” I manage to get out.
She doesn’t pull away as I expect. I groan when it hits me like a freight train, and my cock pulses in her mouth.
Someone knocks on the door.
Fucking hell.
Her throat works as she swallows, and her gaze finds mine. Carefully, she pulls away and wipes her mouth with the back of her hand.
“Goddamn,” I whisper.
The knocking comes again, along with a jiggling of the handle.
“Occupied!” Scarlett calls, her voice steady.
I shake my head. “You did not just do that.”
“Quiet.” She smiles.
I offer my hand, which she takes, and I help her to her feet. The person outside is going to see both of us exit. There’s no way around it.
May as well make them wait, right?
I push Scarlett back toward the counter and lift her onto it. She gasps and clutches at my shoulders, but I just spread her legs. I push her skirt up and get an eyeful of the lacy black panties. They hide her sweet pussy from me, but not for long.
“Hope you’re not too attached to these,” I say a split second before I tear the thin fabric.
“Those were my favorite pair,” she hisses.
I pull the torn lace away and shove it in my pocket. “I’ll make it up to you.”
Now it’s my turn to go on my knees. I run my mouth up the side of Scarlett’s leg, starting at her knee and tracing a direct lineup her inner thigh. She leans back when I reach the apex of her legs, and I bury my face in her cunt.
It’s official–I could die happy here. Especially when her nails scratch the back of my head, pressing similarly to how I directed her movements just moments ago. I taste her. Kiss her. Get to know her pussy by the way her muscles tremble and her breathing changes.
Another knock comes at the door, but we both ignore it. She’s lost in the short gasps above me, and I’m drowning in her arousal.
She makes a noise when my teeth graze her clit. I take it in my mouth, sucking the sensitive bud, and slide my index finger inside her. Her hips roll when I add a second finger and curve them.
Her legs squeeze then tremble, but I coax her orgasm out slowly and then keep going until she grips my hair and pulls my face away. Her upper body rests against the mirror, and she looks at me through half-lidded eyes like she can’t believe I just did that.
I lick my lips.
“We can continue this at home,” I say in a low voice. Because…well, shit. That line’s been crossed. How can we un-cross it?
She straightens her skirt and hops down. “You’re…”
“Impressive?” I finish. “A dream come true?”
