How can she even doubt it? Because I don’t know how else to make her believe me, I grab her hand that’s clutching the marble counter by her hip and bring it between us, flattening it over my hardened cock.
“What do you think?” I ask.
She bats her lashes, contending with desires and needs that can’t be contained. When she makes a small move forward, as if to kiss me, I fucking lose it.
My mouth is on hers before she can see it coming, but she quickly reacts, wrapping her arms around my neck and bringing me closer. Our tongues meet, our embrace is brutally passionate, and everything outside this room becomes irrelevant. Fuck her ex, fuck whoever she ends up with when we’re done with her list. She’s mine for now, and I’ll make sure she doesn’t forget it.
I eagerly pull up her dress—the same fucking dress she wore in those screenshots Eli sent me—with impatient hands, swallowing her sighs.
“Jake, wait. We already—we already did sex in a public place.”
“And we’re doing it again.”
The next protest dies when I press a hand over the space between her legs, and I feel just how wet she is. Did the arguing work on her, too? What does that say about us?
“Who are you dripping for, red?” I groan, pressing harder on her pussy. “Me or him?”
She doesn’t even hesitate before saying, “You. This is all for you.”
Fucking right it is.
With my thumbs shoved into the sides, I tug her underwear down, making it slip to her ankles. When I kneel, she lifts a foot so I can pass it and then the other. Once the pearl-white lace is off, I ball it and slip it into my pocket.
As much as I want to fuck her right now, I won’t indulge. Some part of me worries that if I do, it will make for an acceptable parting quickie. And I’m not ready to part yet. So, I might as well leave her wanting more.
Still kneeling, I bunch her dress at her waist and press my mouth onto her awaiting cunt.
“Aah—Jake!” she moans, weaving her fingers into my hair.
Her hips buck, pressing herself harder into me, offering me a better angle to work with. I reach behind her thigh to set her leg on my shoulder, and she allows me, releasing the sweetest whimpers and sighs. My tongue rasps against her clit with precision while I handle her other leg, and soon, she’s hoisted on me, her thighs on either side of my head as I eat her out.
The small nub of her clit is slick and warm against my tongue, and when I pause my movements, I can feel it pulse. But she never lets me stop for too long, letting out a trembling protest and tightening her grip on my hair. When I suck on her hard, she lets out a small cry, her thighs clamping on my skull. But I also feel how that makes her tremble all over, so I reach around her legs, grab onto her knees, and pry her open.
I’m already looking up when she glimpses down, her ocean eyes veiled with pleasure and lust, her face already flushed. With our gazes locked together, I give her a series of fast, coordinated licks right where she fucking needs me.
“Oh, God—” she moans, arching against the wall. “Oh God, yes!”
“Stop calling out His name,” I say, pulling away enough for my words to make sense. “Unless you want God to pay attention to us right now.”
Her jaw snaps closed, her eyes going wide.That’s what I thought.
I return to my ministrations, reveling in her moans, taste, and scent. She’s like a heavenly delicacy, a nectar that was never meant for us mortals. And yet, here I am, feasting on her like she’s my own slice of heaven.
Because I want her to have only me in her mind for the next few hours, I release one of her knees, keeping her open on the other side, and align three fingers with her entrance. Before she can see it coming, I slip them inside her, stretching her tightness around my thick knuckles. She’s so wet though, that they enter her with no resistance, her greedy little cunt swallowing them entirely.
“Aah! Yes!” She writhes like a possessed woman, and I don’t need more than this to start fucking her with my hand while my tongue keeps taking care of her clit. This only lasts a few seconds before I sense the first spasms of her walls, squeezing my fingers together.
“Jake—” she softly cries out. “Jake, I’m gonna come.”
“Good. Come for me, red. Come all over my fingers and tongue.”
The pace of my hand increases, and so does the one of my tongue. Then it happens—the explosion, the peak. Her insides clench so hard that I can barely keep up with my thrusts, and her hips jolt and arch, her body tense under the ravaging orgasm I just gave her. And I keep going, bringing her more pleasure until it finally recedes.
When the tight fists holding my hair loosen and her entire body has turned lax, I pull my fingers out of her. Then, making sure she’s stable enough, I let down her legs one after the other. She leans heavily on the wall behind her, completely dazed by the intensity of her climax.
With the sleeve of my jacket, I wipe my lower face. As soon as I’m upright, she pulls me into her and kisses me. We share her taste for a moment, and when she reaches for the belt at my hips, I stop her with a firm hand.
“No, not tonight.”
