He leaps again, and although I hop away, this time he’s successful, trapping me in his firm arms and throwing me over his shoulder. I struggle a bit – got to make him work for it – but he has me in his grasp now, squeezing us through the door to the ensuite and placing me back on my feet.
He kicks the sliding door closed with his foot, not wanting to remove his hands from my sides. His strong fingers press almost painfully at my hip as he spins me to face away from him. We stare at each other through the mirror above the sink for a long second. He grazes my cheek with his fresh stubble, and I feel the sensation in my toes.
Our gazes lock in challenge.
“Now, are you going to be a good girl and do as you’re told?” he asks, his hard, warm body pressing my hips against the cold sink.
I can’t even speak. So, I nod, biting my lower lip.
“Hold onto the sink,” he instructs, moving his hand up my spine slowly until he finds my low messy bun. He tangles his fingers in it, tugging. I feel the pressure directed straight from my scalp to my core, clenching my thighs in response. “Did you tie your hair into a slutty little handle just for me?”
Nope. Can’t run with hair in my face. But again, I nod.
He encourages my body forward, bending me at the hips so my butt is pressed into his crotch. I can feel the solid length of him through his shorts. But he keeps my head up so I can’t look away. He nips on my shoulder, bare skin on show. He runs his tongue up to my earlobe and pulls on it, a devilish glint in his eye.
“Shall I take you like this, gorgeous?”
“Mmm. Yes.Oh fuck.”
He uses the hand on my hip to venture lower, cupping my butt, testing the material of my knickers before brazenly trailing his finger through my middle. His pained groan echoes off the tiles. “You’re always so ready for me, aren’t you?”
I nod, still chewing on my poor little lip.
He pushes two fingers inside of me then immediately retracts them. It’s utterly cruel.
He pats me on the bottom, stepping away. “I’m going to go and grab protection. If you move from this position, there’ll be consequences. Do you understand?”
I can’t help the nervous laugh that escapes me beforereturning to my straight face and nodding sternly. He tugs again on my bun, pulling my head to the side to kiss me full on the mouth, his tongue pressing against mine, damp fingers grazing my cheek.
Then he’s gone, leaving me in suspense.
I stare at myself in the mirror, my hair already messed up, my lips swollen, lipstick smudged. It’s a moment of realisation that Mike never played with me like this and I know it’s because he wasn’t fun enough to try. He probably never even knew I’d be into it.
And maybe that’s a little bit my fault.
Gus takes longer than necessary, leaving me to stew, to wait in anticipation.
When he returns, he leans on the doorframe, his shoulders blocking the light, staring at my body for a long moment. Then his gaze flits back to mine in the mirror. “Take your knickers off.”
I do as I’m told, watching as he deftly rolls a condom on. I nearly turn around, the desire to touch him again is stronger than I’d like to admit.
He gives me a warning look. “Look in the mirror.”
I bite my lip, turning back.
“Still want this?”
I nod.
“Good.”
He works his hand back into my bun, pressing his lips firmly between my shoulder blades so I have to grab the sides of the sink to stay balanced. He uses his foot to push my legs wider, so commanding and sexy. I swear I could come just from this action alone. His big, lean body bends over me as he works his cock over my middle.
I hum, closing my eyes.
“Open your eyes. I want you looking at me. I want to see you take me.”
And the second my gaze locks with his again, he thrusts inside, gasping into my neck. I throw my head back, but he repositions me again. As he begins to move us, whispering endearments, he runs his fingers over my front, pressing them against my tummy until he ventures lower.
