The kiss starts off soft, just two pairs of lips tentatively testing and tasting. When I open to him, needing more, he wastes zero time slipping his tongue inside, and the way it moves against mine is so hedonistic, I absently think he might be winningthisparticular game. Before I know it, he’s devouring me slowly, his movements erotic and sensual. This…I’ve never been kissed likethis, so thoroughly and completely that my head starts to spin. My hands reach out to touch him, anything to ground myself as he matches me stroke for stroke, his hands gripping my hips firmly over the material of my skirt, pinning me to the wall. I slip my fingers into the top of his jeans and pull him closer to me, feeling something rigid connect with my stomach, and he grunts into my mouth like I’m causing him pain.
“Devil woman,” he mumbles into my lips as he pulls away, trailing a path of kisses up my jaw until he takes my earlobe between his teeth.
I gasp, the sensation welcoming a rush of warmth to pool at my core.
I’m feeling so reckless. This whole situation is so unlike me, and yet there’s something buried deep begging to burst free thatcravesthis carefree alternate universe I’ll never have again. Tomorrow, I can go back to being Jade McKallen, but for tonight, I want to be this nameless version who takes what she wants because she wants it, not for any other reason.
He works against my neck, driving me half feral as Igrind against him, feeling his own arousal against me. All thoughts leave my mind when the next words fly out of my mouth, breathy and uncontrolled, “Have you ever had sex in a pub bathroom?”
He stops his assault against my neck, and I hate myself for asking the question. He’s silent long enough that I start to pull away, but he quickly tightens his hold on my hips, stalling my retreat.
“Are you drunk?” he asks.
“Not even a little. You?”
“Sober as a judge.” His thumb strokes concentric circles on my hip, driving me crazy.
I don’t say a word as I start to pull him toward the single stall restroom a few feet away, flicking on a half-working light as we enter and locking the door. I waste no time, pressing him against the door, reaching up onto my toes and kissing him again. He sighs into my mouth as I work my hands down his muscled chest and start unzipping his pants.
My fingers skirt below the waistband of his briefs when he grabs hold of my wrist. “Oh no, that’s not how this is going to work.” Before I have a moment to object, he’s grabbing me by the waist, lifting me, and setting me on the edge of the sink counter. I let out a small squeal of surprise.
“Women first.” He drops to his knees in front of me like he’s ready to pray—to worship. I’m already so worked up that the sight has the power to send me headlong into orgasm, but I hold off, desperate to see how this will play out. “May I?” His hand gestures at my short skirt, and I nod my approval.
He wastes zero time pushing up the material until it settles around my hips, eyeing my center appreciatively. My body flushes unbearably hot while he stares at me like no one ever has. He looksstarved.
“Iamstarved, love.”Fuck, I said that out loud?“Can I?”
“Yes.” The needy reply comes out breathy, nearly inaudible, but he hears it all the same.
He reaches his fingers up, pressing them against the lace of my underwear, and I’m already so hard up that even that infinitesimal touch has me banging my head against the mirror behind me. The sensations double when he stops being coy and slowly pulls my panties down my legs, completely exposing me to him. My mouth dries.
I don’t know who I’ve become in the wake of meeting this man, but I’m equally nervous and excited.
“Suddenly feeling shy?” he teases.
“Shut up and put your mouth to good use,” I pant.
His laugh sends hot air grazing against my center, causing me to squirm on the hard surface. “Yes, ma’am.” His head drops, placing a kiss to the inside of my thigh. The gentleness of the gesture takes me by surprise, but it doesn’t last long, because a moment later, the gentleness disappears when he swipes a hot stripe up my center before suctioning his lips over my clit.
“Oh, fuck!” I shout, a deluge of sensations roiling over my skin, threatening to topple me right off this countertop. But he doesn’t relent or give me a moment of reprieve from the blissful torture he’s waging on my senses. He continues to lick and suck around my clit, occasionally lightening pressure to bring me back from the brink right before I’m about to topple over. He does it again and again until I’m sopping wet and desperate whimpers escape my throat. The tension in my core builds to a boiling point, almost unbearable, and I’m desperate for relief when he presses two fingers inside me, causing my back to bow. I try to pull away, the pleasure becoming too much, but he yanks me back toward him, locking me in place as he works me in a perfect rhythm. I clap my hands around my mouth, attempting to muffle my moans, but it’s no use: he’s declared war on my body, and I’m helpless to defend.
I pull my hands away from my mouth and run them into his hair. My nails scratch against his scalp, making him growl into me, and the sound rumbling out of his throat and vibrating against my core, only heightens my pleasure.I tug his perfect mouth away, and he stares up at me with a mix of confusion and elation.
“I want to feel you inside me. Now.” I can’t believe the words out of my mouth, but I’ve never had it this good, and if I’m going to steal this one night for myself, I’m doing it right.
His eyes burn like an inferno, and he stands slowly, bending forward to kiss me so I can taste myself on his lips. He’s hard against my core, and my hips roll involuntarily, grinding against him, begging him to move faster.
He seems to be in no rush, and the frustration mounts in my body, desperate for connection—for release. Leaning forward while he’s still kissing me, I reach into his already open pants, grabbing his erection and giving him a firm testing stroke. He hisses out a harsh breath as I pull my hand along his shaft again, using the precum gathered at his tip to drive him into the same dizzying state he had me in moments before. He wrenches his mouth away from mine, burying his head into my shoulder as if concentrating on anything else is impossible. I lean into him and pull his earlobe into my mouth, making his cock pulse harder in my hand.
He abruptly steps back but grabs my hips, spinning me around to face the mirror.
“I want you to see how pretty you’re going to look when I make you come on my cock.” He bends me forward to press my hands against the counter, arching my back and pushing my ass out towards him. “Fuck,” he says, staring down at my exposed skin. Lifting my left leg onto the counter for leverage, he bends down to lick a path up my center with the flat of his tongue, making my legs quake.
I hear him reach into his wallet and pull out a condom, and I thank the stars for his forethought. He makes quick work slipping it on and lining himself up, rubbing his shaft back and forth against my soaked core. The head bumps against my clit before dipping into my entrance half an inch before he pulls back out and repeats the motion.
His resounding chuckle when I push back onto him makes me want to rip my hair out—or his, for torturing me like this.
“You sure you want this, love?”
