I almost smiled, feeling as though he’d plucked a line from my own head. Except I couldn’t, because my entire body was consumed with the thought of fucking this man until neither of us could stand any more.
‘I think you’re mistaking this accent again,’ I murmured, beginning on my own buttons, teasing him by moving as slowly as I could, the first one popping apart to reveal an obscene amount of cleavage. He swallowed as he watched. ‘There’s not a single polite thing about me.’
As though unable to stand it any more, his eyes darting to the door as if weighing up the chances of us getting caught, he moved his hands over mine, popping the next two.
I shook my head gently, stepping back to bend over and untie my laces, kicking off my Docs and giving him an entire eyeful of my black lace bra.
‘Fuck,’ he breathed, shifting position as he leant back against the counter, the front of his jeans straining against the biggest fucking boner I’d ever seen.
‘That’s more like it,’ I smiled, continuing to torture him with achingly slow pops of my buttons, now revealing my whole rack, the tats that stretched from the flames on my neck and down to theSleepy Hollowscene on my chest. ‘Explaining every one of these may take a while,’ I began, letting the shirt fall to the floor, stepping up to him again.
‘I’ve got time,’ he answered, the gravelled edge to his voice growing as his fingers reached out to trail my flames. ‘Although I’m having a hard time concentrating right now.’
‘Ever fucked a woman with tats like mine?’ I asked, failing to maintain my own game of making him wait and reaching out for his belt buckle, freeing it in seconds and running my hand over his zipper as I pulled it down. In the same moment I realized he wasn’t wearing anything underneath, his cock straining to be released.
‘Oh I’ve fucked plenty of women with tats,’ he murmured, circling his hand around my back and pulling me closer still, hearing the snap of the catch as he undid my bra. ‘But no one like you, honey. You are one of a fucking kind.’
As my bra dropped and before I could move first, he made a sound between a groan and a growl, taking my face in his hands and running his tongue over my lips for a moment.
‘Why do I get the feeling you might just undo me, Jessica?’
That was it.
I pushed my lips onto his and felt his instant response, his tongue against mine. One hand was on my breast, stroking my nipple, gently pulling it between his fingers. Moaning into his mouth, I found his jeans again and ripped them down, my hand closing around his cock.
‘Fuck me right now,’ I ordered, taking my lips off his just long enough to look down at the size of him in my hand, my voice too strained to be truly authoritative.
‘You’re in an awful rush for someone that was keeping me waiting back there,’ he murmured as I reluctantly let go of him in order to undo the button on my skirt. ‘Oh, no, no, Jessica, you leave that itty bitty skirt right there,’ he whispered in that drawling accent of his, finding my mouth again, pressing me to him for a moment before his arms circled me, lifting me up onto his hips.
‘What’re you doing?’ I gasped, his lips now against my jaw, working up to my ear as he took a step forward and turned us against the wall, his hands moving round to grab my ass. My skirt had ridden right up in the process, baring my flimsy lace underwear beneath.
‘Do you remember when you arrived?’ he murmured, his tongue now moving down to my breasts, teasing me as his cock brushed my thigh. I could barely answer, tilting my head back and only aware of where I was when I felt his hand on my head, gently cushioning it against the wall. He pushed me up against it, his own breathing as heavy as mine. ‘You took my hat clean off my head and wore it for yourself?’ I nodded, almost whimpering as he lifted my skirt, his fingers tracing the thin lace, slipping inside them briefly. ‘Well now, maybe you don’t know the rules here, honey, but you wear the hat . . .’
‘. . . you ride the cowboy,’ I gasped as his fingers moved, pulling my underwear to the side. He kissed me roughly again, pulling a condom from his pocket and ripping it open, swearing under his breath as I helped him roll it down, applying pressure as I did so.
He paused for a moment, his eyes wild, as though he wanted to say something else, but wasn’t sure how I’d respond.
‘Well, fuck me,’ I demanded, saving him from any overthinking, desperate to feel him in me. ‘Now.’
He smiled, edging closer, somehow able to support my weight against the wall with barely any effort.
‘I want that mouth around my cock next time,’ he demanded right back, eyes burning, fixed on mine and waiting until I smiled, running my tongue over my bottom lip in answer. ‘And then I’m gonna kneel right down between your legs and have you ride me that way too.’
Before I could even think to answer, he pushed into me, gently at first, and matched my own moan. It was louder than I’d intended, and I was suddenly aware that anyone could walk in and find us. But as he slid back out and pushed in again, harder, I knew I didn’t fucking care.
‘Harder,’ I whispered, wrapping my hands around his broad, muscled shoulders, giving myself more leverage to move with him.
‘Holy shit,’ he groaned as I ground myself against him, knowing that there was limited time before we’d make each other explode.
I arched back, eyes closing. His mouth was on my nipple again, circling and sucking it with his tongue as he fucked me, harder and harder until I was biting my lip to stop myself from screaming out. It was pure feeling, my skin tingling wherever it touched his, the world narrowed to the space between us.
Slowly, very deliberately, he moved up to my mouth, slowing as though he was about to come, the kiss deepening. It began to change somehow, gradually at first, then all at once. His hand wove into my hair and his cock thrust deeper, pushing me against the wall with a whole new intensity.
Opening my eyes, I found myself looking straight into his. His expression mirrored how I felt, the realization of a shared feeling.
He paused, eyes now studying my whole face.
‘How did I only just meet you?’ he asked, his voice suddenly rough, as though emotion had ripped the edges.
