Toby grabbed the back of her head and shoved her face onto the wood. “No more talking. Be a good girl, and come on the nice man’s dick.”
It was so condescending. Disgusting. But his big cock was dragging in and out of her, his thighs slamming into hers, and then she wasthere, in her body, in her pussy. She was finishing, knees quaking, stomach pulling tight. She pressed her open mouth to the wood, and even tasting bar top couldn’t stop her from coming. She gripped Toby’s dick with every muscle she had, humping back onto him and praying it would never, never end.
“Fuck, you’re loud.” Toby’s hand slid over her face, covering her lips, and she was dimly grateful for the consideration. She’d forgotten everything except her own body. She’d have happily screamed the place down, and she still might because as his pace sped up and his fingers pushed between her teeth, she found herself coming again, tremors driving deep into her bones.
“There you go,” Toby muttered, not sounding happy about it. “Easiest thing I’ve ever done.”
She clenched her jaw until her brain ached, feeling like she was falling apart.
“My turn,” Toby said, smacking her hip. “And I don’t want you squirting all over me, so think about tennis or something, ’kay?”
“Okay,” Tabby mumbled.
She looked over her shoulder at him, watching him fuck her. Toby’s eyes were glazed, his mouth a flat line. He fucked her hard, shoving deep between her legs like she was one of those Japanese jack-off toys. She stared, electrified, as his lips pulled into a snarl. “You’ve got a good grip on you, sweetness. Almost worth all that money, huh?”
She moaned, and he slapped her right ass cheek hard enough to sting. “Arch your back. Gimme more.”
She obeyed, and he angled his hips so his balls smacked right against her clit. “You like taking it, Tabitha?”
“Yes.”
“Wanna take it some more?”
“Yes.Yes.Of course. Whatever you say.”
“That’s right, whatever I say.” He slapped her ass again. “Turn around. Mouth back on the table.”
But Tabby couldn’t. She wanted to watch too badly. Toby’s expression hardened, and then he gripped a fistful of her hair, tight enough to hurt. “Close your eyes, or you’ll walk out of this place with my cum across your tits.”
The idea wasn’t without its appeal, but apparently, even her shamelessness had limits. She squeezed her eyes shut. “Yes, Toby.”
“Say it again,” he said, hammering inside her. “Say my fuckin’ name.”
“Yes, Toby,” she chanted. “Yes, Toby. God, yes, Toby!”
His groan of satisfaction set her nerves ablaze as he split her wide with his cock. Then he tensed, his fist wrenching her hair so that her head was lifted up and back.
“Fuck yes.” He impaled himself as deep as he could go. Tabby felt a pleasure so sharp it was almost pain, every inch of her pussy gripping him as he finished.
“Fuck,” he said, releasing her hair. “Fucking hell, Tabby.”
Pleased, she knew she was safe to watch him now. Turning slightly, she saw his handsome face contract and that he was shaking, too. Trembling all over. He withdrew and pulled the condom from his thick, still-hard cock. The end was filled with white. She imagined the colour all over her face instead, spattered across her no doubt stupidly expensive dress.
She adjusted her bodice, smoothed her skirt, and finger-combed her hair as Toby tucked the condom into the torn wrapper and shoved the whole thing into a tactful mini bin placed beside the curtain. If she hadn’t already known this was a sex bar… She was aware of complicated feelings fighting to the surface of her overwrought body. It had been a big day, and in the post-nut clarity as they called it, it was entirely too easy to feel weird about letting Toby Tennant screw her again after all this time. In a bar, no less.
“How you feeling?” Toby’s voice was low but without any of the malice that had just been dripping from his every word. That, too, made it worse somehow.
“I’m good,” Tabby lied. “How are you?”
Toby smiled as though grateful she’d asked. “I’m fine.”
Lord, he was so fucking cute sometimes. As she held Toby’s gaze without flinching, she decided she wasn’t embarrassed by anything they’d just done. Sam was right; she could live with this. Respect herself even for walking into this situation with open eyes and having the hottest sex imaginable.
A high-pitched squeal had them both looking left. When they realised what must be happening, they exchanged goofy grins.
“Guess it’s all going on now,” Toby said.
“Seems like it. Should we, like, order food or go cheer people on? What’s the deal?”
