“Be patient,” I huff, my eyes fluttering closed.
Brighton clenches, and I can see how hard he is beneath his jeans. He thrives on the feeling of being turned on and completely out of control. Seeing me touch myself while he’s forced to watch is driving him to the brink.
“Please.” The word slips from him, and after it does, his jaw clenches tightly.
“Please, what?” I tease, sinking another finger in and letting another moan slip from me.
Brighton groans loudly; the sound is painful and desperate.
“Either make me leave, Rhea, or let me touch you because I can’t just fucking watch this.” His hips shift forward in search of friction. “You’re going to make me come in my pants like a teenager.” His panic is loud, and it makes me smile.
“Oh?” I sit up a little further so I can really look at him. Every inch hardened in wait.
“I’ve never been so fucking hard in my life,” he snaps. “And you won’t even let me use my hands.” It’s not a whine that leaves him, but it’s close. And it’s hot.
“Prove it,” I dare him, still paused in my efforts to drive him nuts. He spreads his knees wider, the expression on his face proving just how uncomfortably hard he is. He uses a hand to undo his jeans, shifting slightly to push them down enough to expose the grey boxers, darkened by him during the wait. “All for me?” I smile lazily.
“Only for you,” he confirms darkly, his hips jerking slightly. “Put me out of my misery, Hellcat.” He swallows, on the edge of begging, when his mouth parts again. “Please?”
“Alright.” I pull my hand out, and before I can use it to steady myself, he’s surging forward and capturing my wrist, sucking the fingers into his mouth.
His tongue swirls around them, releasing it with a wet pop, and immediately crashes his lips against mine in a rough, hungry kiss. He grabs my face roughly as he slips his tongue into my mouth. I can feelevery inch of him against my thigh and groan against his mouth, needy and desperate in my own way.
“You turn me into an idiot,” he laughs between kisses, the sound frustrated and amused all at once. He presses his hips forward deliberately, letting me feel how hard he is, and I help him push the boxers and jeans down over his ass to free him.
“All this power is going to my head.” I bite down on his bottom lip and push my fingers into his hair, tugging gently.
“Let it.” He breathes out a strained laugh that turns into a moan as I pull on his hair. He springs free, pressing urgently against my thigh. “Open up,” he begs as his hand digs into my hip.
I help him line up with me, pulling my underwear out of the way and hooking my leg around his hip. The head of his cock catches against my entrance, and he stops talking completely, his eyes falling shut as he tries to hold back. He’s so hard that it feels like he’s ripping me open, and he hasn’t even started.
I tug on his hair harder. “If this is you reminding me how much you like me, I’m disappointed,” I tease.
“Rhea,” he snaps, but there’s no heat behind it. “I’m trying not to hurt you right now.” He pressed forward slightly, just an inch into my wetness. “You’re so tight and—” he pauses.
“A little pain never did anyone any harm,” I whisper slowly.
That’s all he needs to hear. With a dark groan, he snaps his hips forward, burying himself completely inside of me with one brutal thrust. A sound I’ve never heard before leaves my lips as my head falls back against the bar, and he starts to pick up his pace. He pants heavily, hands gripping my hips hard enough to bruise.
“Brighton,” I cry. “That’s so good, so, so good…” The back of the bar digs into my back, but my sole focus is on the aching pain between my legs as he rocks forward. The plea does nothing; he doesn’t hold back. He fucks me like he’s been starved of it. Every thrust is brutal and lifts me off the bar slightly as his teeth find my neck and collarbone.
“You can take it, baby,” he praises, and just like that, the roles are reversed. He reaches between us, pressing his thumb against my clit as he continues in bursts.
“Brighton,” I gasp this time, exposing my throat to him. He takes the silent direction, his hand snakes up my body, cupping it with ease. He doesn’t squeeze, but he holds me in place as he fucks me on the bar top with reckless abandon. His lips find mine in a hungry kiss as I clench around him and try not to fall apart on him before he’s ready.
“Rhea,” he warns, “if you do that again…” his words are cut off as I squeeze around his shaft and urge him forward, locking my legs around him tighter. The feeling forces his eyes to roll into the back of his head and his thumb to pause its relentless circling.
“Don’t you dare stop,” I warn him, so fucking close I can feel the air being stolen from my lungs.
He smirks at the warning, knowing that he’s won the game of tug of war and I’m completely at his mercy. With a final circle of my clit he starts to rock even harder, his hips slapping against mine as he pushes me through my orgasm.
“I want to feel it,” he pants roughly. My body trembles uncontrollably under his touch, every inch of me on fire as he chases his own release.
I fall apart beneath him, and it’s enough to push him over the edge completely. He watches my body writhe beneath him and feels me flutter around his length. He swallows hard, his Adam's apple bobbing roughly as he fights with himself. His hips spread me wider as he drives into me harder, making the glasses above the bar clink together loudly.
“That’s it,” I praise, and it does him in. He growls deeply, slamming into me one last time. His cock pulses and twitches as he fills me up, his release triggering a hot wave of pleasure through my body. Brighton huffs, completely out of breath as his thrusts slow and his kisses become apologies on my sweaty skin. “I definitely feel well adored…” I giggle.
“Good,” he murmurs against my throat as he slips out from between me.
