Jake is quick to lead medown a short hallway where the restrooms are located. But instead of picking one of those, he pushes open a door with a baby on it.
As soon as we’re in the room, he locks the door and plasters me to it, his lips falling on mine again. I barely have time to notice the large mirror on a wall and a counter that must serve as a baby changing station.
I can’t believe I’m doing this. His influence on me goes beyond anything I’ve ever known, and with every minute I spend with him, it only grows stronger. Before we started that game of pool, I was certain I’d rebuke him and leave him high and dry. But as we caress and grope each other in the isolated space he picked, I realize how stupid of me that was. I’m not equipped to refuse him. He’s too intense, too irresistible.
His hands fist the skirt of my dress and I feel him pull it up, the fabric resisting around my hips before bending to his will and rising to my waist.
Never breaking our kiss, he grabs me by the back of my thighs and lifts me. When he pushes me against the door with my legs wrapped around his waist, I let out a wanton moan, overwhelmed by the sensation of his shaft pressing onto my sensitive core. He is hard against me, as eager as I am to get it started.
“Aah, Jake,” I whimper when he starts grinding into me.
“You want this? You want me inside you? You want me to make you come around my cock again?”
“You know I do.”
“Then say it, sweet red. Say you want me to fuck you.”
I’m torn between glaring at him and complying so we can move on. He knows exactly how to push my buttons, and it annoys me that I have no idea how to push his. But I’m here to experiment after all, so I might as well do just that.
I run my manicured nails through the short hair at the back of his head, bringing my lips closer to his ear. “You have no idea how much I’ve thought about this, Jake. About you filling my tight little pussy, about you ravaging me with your huge cock, about you leaving me spent, and used, and sore for days.” I take a break, shocked by my own crassness. I never use such words, but this is all a game, isn’t it? We’re only having fun. And it’s working, given the way he grunts and gives me a hard shove, his hips bucking of their own will.
Hiding my smile, I nip the lobe of his ear, sucking on it, gently nibbling. “You did, you know?” I whisper.
“What?”
“Leave me sore. I could feel you inside me every time I sat. I could feel the pumping, the stretching, the orgasms… You ruined me, Jake. And I think it’s about time you do it again.”
That conquers him, and he rips me away from the door and spins me around. When he sits me on the counter, my hands fly to his belt, desperate to get it undone.
I don’t have time to do that though, because he easily slides me closer to the edge and kneels before me, lifting my thighs over his shoulders so he can bring his head between my parted legs. I’m still wearing my underwear, but it doesn’t get in the way of his enthusiasm. His tongue runs over the drenched La Perla thong and goes straight to my clit, which he immediately finds despite the thin barrier.
“Ah, yes!” I moan, arching against the mirror.
He does everything right, sucking, licking, and teasing, but the fabric alters his touch, muffling the sensations. Since he isn’t making an effort to remove it, I’m the one who does, shoving the lace to the side, baring my folds to him. His tongue ignites sparks that make me bite my lower lip, worried someone might hear if I’m too loud. We can distinguish the faint music of the band on the other side of the bar, which means this room isn’t soundproof.
“No, let me hear it,” he commands, pulling away just enough to utter the order.
“What if someone—”
“Let them. Let them hear how much you like when I lick your cunt, and then how much you love when my cock’s crammed into you. But most of all, let them hear how hard I make you come.”
He returns to his sweet torture before I can reply, and I internally debate his lewd request. Those people out there are nothing to me. Why should I care so much about what they hear? I’ll never see them again, anyway.
I don’t exactly have a choice in the matter because when Jake shoves his tongue inside me, I lose the ability to hold anything back. A girl could sell her soul for a tongue like his. While he pumps it in and out, his hand reaches around so he can roll the flesh of his thumb onto my clit with precise circles.
With my hand gripping his thick, dark strands, I let out a loud, trembling cry. When I look down, the green of his eyes is on me, looking up with mischievousness as if he knows exactly what he’s doing to me. He’s too good at this.
He’s my only option, isn’t he? No other man will be as competent for that stupid list. It’s him or no one. Ladder Guy.
Just when I think it couldn’t get any better, he switches things around, licking my clit and shoving two thick and long fingers inside me, curling them to graze that part that feels so fucking good.
“Ah, yes! Right there,” I cry out, oblivious to the people outside, to the music, to everything that isn’t him.
With uncanny precision, he makes me climb and climb. My core tightens, the pressure rises, my legs tremble over his broad shoulders… I’m going to come hard, to shatter under his tongue and around his fingers. How is he so good at this?
Just as I’m about to tip over, he pulls away. Distraught and confused, frustrated by the receding climax he was about to grant me, I stare as he rises from his kneeling position, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.Bastard.
“You have to stop doing this,” I mutter, glaring at him while he fumbles with his belt.
