But whatever I was about to say dies on my lips when he covers my pussy with his mouth.
Holy shit.
He's not gentle or tentative. He devours me like he's been starving. His tongue lashes my clit roughly. I grab his hair, my head falling back until I’m staring up at the ceiling.
“Fuck,” I cry, bucking my hips forward. “Fuck, Daemon, that's-”
He hums against me, the vibration making my thighs shake. His firm grip on my thighs holds me in place as he fucks me with his tongue, sending my pleasure higher and higher.
I'm only faintly aware that we're in a semi public place and that anyone could walk in, but I don't care. I don't care about anything except the way his mouth feels on me, the way he's unraveling me with his tongue.
“I'm going to…” I can't finish the sentence, because the orgasm hits me, and all I can do is scream. My sounds of pleasure bounce off the walls.
He doesn't stop. He keeps going, lapping up all of my release until I'm shaking and oversensitive and trying to shove him away.
When he finally pulls back, his mouth and beard are wet. His eyes are dark with hunger as he licks his lips in a way that makes my pussy flutter. “You taste so fucking good.”
I'm still trying to remember how to breathe. “I might need a minute,” I laugh, though I’m not sure if I’m joking or not.
“I’m not done with you yet.” He stands, shoving down everything still covering his lower half until his cock springs free. “Turn around.”
I stand from the bench with unsteady legs, and I turn to place my hands on the smooth wooden surface of it. He presses against my back, his cock hard against my ass.
“Hold onto the bench, Chaos. I can’t be gentle with you right now,” he says, his voice rough.
I obey, bracing my hands against the solid wood. Taking in the fact that this man is about to fuck me in a sacred place to him. He’s desperate to get inside me. Having me here is driving him crazy, and he knows he’s going to lose control with me. That fact has me floating almost as high as my last orgasm.
He kicks my legs apart, running his hand up my inner thigh. “You're dripping for me.”
“Always.”
“That’s my good girl.” He lines the fat head of his cock up with my pussy before burying himself to the hilt in one powerful thrust.
I cry out, the stretch and fullness almost overwhelming from this angle. He's so deep like this, hitting spots that make my vision blur.
“Fuck, Gianna.” His hands grip my hips hard enough to leave bruises. “This pussy is fucking perfect.”
He doesn't give me time to adjust. Instantly, he sets a rough, punishing pace. My hands slip against the shiny wood, but Daemon catches me before I fall. Never slipping out of me, he turns us toward his locker, and I brace myself against the metal. The sound of the rattling metal fills the room as I push back to meet him, taking everything he's giving me.
“This is what you wanted, isn't it?” he growls in my ear. “You wanted me to fuck you where anyone could walk in. You wanted to be claimed right here in the middle of my world. That’s why you came here wearing my shirt when you know what it does to me, right?”
“Yes,” I gasp. “Yes, Daemon. Oh fuck, fuck, fuck.”
One of his hands slides around to find my clit, pressing against my swollen bundle of nerves until I scream. I'm already close again, wound so tight that I’m going to shatter soon.
“Come for me,” he demands. “Come on my cock right here in my locker room. Let everyone still here know who you belong to.”
His words and the idea of someone hearing us sends me over the edge, and I cry out his name over and over again. My body clenches around him, and he groans as his rhythm falters.
“Fuck, you’re so fucking amazing. You’re everything. You’re-” He doesn't finish his sentence. He buries himself deep inside me and comes with a groan, his body shuddering against mine as hot cum floods me.
We stay like that for a long moment, both of us breathing hard with our bodies still connected. Finally, he pulls out slowly before turning me around to face him.
I'm a mess. My hair is everywhere, my face is flushed, and I'm pretty sure I have locker imprints on my palms and cheek. But somehow, I've never felt sexier in my life.
“You're perfect,” he whispers, cupping my face.
“You are exactly what I’ve always needed.” I smile up at him. “Do you think anyone heard us?”
