“Not a problem,” he said.
I could feel his lips on my ear, his cock slowly sliding itself into my tight pussy. He walked back over to his seat, and I took a deep breath, hoping to regain control of myself. I walked to the sink, swaying my hips just enough to keep his attention, and filled the glass.
He sighed. “Mia, we have to stop playing this game.”
I shut off the tap and looked at him. “What are you talking about?”
“You know what I’m talking about,” he said.
When I pursed my lips in his direction, he closed his eyes and placed his hand under the table.
I shook my head and smirked. “No, I don’t actually.”
He swore under his breath as his eyes traveled down my body, lingering on my curves. His gaze met mine once more, and then he walked over to me. “Let me show you then.”
He took the glass out of my hand and placed it on the counter next to us. My heart raced as he roughly pushed me up against the counter and lifted me, so I sat on it. He pushed himself between my legs and rubbed his dick against my throbbing core.
I placed a hand on his chest, feeling the muscle underneath his shirt, and tightened. “Mr. Bryne, I have a boyfriend.” But that hadn’t stopped me before … and as bad as it was, it wasn’t going to stop me again.
He grabbed the glass of water I had poured, his finger tracing the edge of it. “A boyfriend who can’t make you come,” he said.
My cheeks warmed. He must’ve heard the conversation we were having earlier.
He pushed his hips closer to mine. “A boyfriend who doesn’t excite you anymore.” He took one of his hands off of the glass and rubbed it against my shorts like he had this morning. “I bet your boyfriend doesn’t make you this wet anymore,” he murmured against my ear.
I squeezed my legs as his fingers moved against my clit.
“You need a man, Mia, not a boy.”
My nipples stiffened underneath my shirt as the force built in my pussy. I reached up and pinched them lightly, letting myself enjoy the moment. He kissed below my jaw, and I whimpered.
“I can excite you, Mia,” he breathed, placing another kiss on my neck, his fingers toying with my pussy.
“Excite me then, Mr. Bryne.”
“Whatever you say.” He smirked, and then he brought the glass of water to his lips and sipped it.
I raised an eyebrow at him as he watched me. He licked his lips and moved the glass to my lips, wanting me to take one as well.
This wasn’t what I had expected when he said he was going to excite me. I furrowed my brows. His smirk widened as he pushed the glass closer to my lips. I guessed I would go along with it.
I parted my lips and moved them closer to the cup. He tilted the glass, letting the water spill out of it. He purposely missed my mouth, and the coldness of the water ran down the front of my thin white tank top, making it see-through.
“Oops,” he said, gazing down at my chest with hungry gray eyes. “Sorry.”
The shirt was plastered up against my nipples. His fingers crawled up my body, and he took my nipples gently between his fingers and pulled on them.
I gripped the edge of the counter and threw my head back as heat rushed to my core.
“I’ve been waiting to see these for so long,” he murmured. He dipped his head and grazed his teeth against my wet shirt while he snaked his hands under it to grope my breasts.
He pressed his lips to mine. I dug my fingers into his shoulders and pulled him closer to me, loving the feeling of his cock against my shorts.
“I need you,” I said against him. I didn’t want to fucking wait anymore. I didn’t want to be disappointed night after night after night. I gripped his thick hair in my hand and pulled back enough to look him in the eyes. “Fuck me, please.”
He undid the button on his pants, unzipped them, and pulled them down just enough to take out his dick. I pushed down my shorts and underwear. He positioned himself at my entrance, rubbed his cock against my wet pussy, and groaned.
And within a moment, he plunged into me. My pussy wrapped around his cock, like it had never felt anything so big inside of me, and clenched on him each time he pumped into me.
