Page 70 of On the Breakaway

My name falls off her lips in a desperate moan, forcing me to adjust my dick in my pants as it strains for release.

All I want to do is bury myself in her, but even in my desire-fueled haze, I know better.

I drop to my knees, lifting one of her legs over my shoulder. With two fingers still sliding inside her, my tongue glides across her opening.

She hisses, and I do it again, this time trailing up and sucking her clit into my mouth. I continue toying with her, eyes trailing up to see her gaze flicking between looking at me and the view from the mirror. One of her hands is teasing her nipple while the other wraps around my head, holding me against her pussy.

“I hate that you’re so damn good at this,” she mumbles.

I chuckle, “You knew I would be. That’s why you wanted it to be me who got you off.”

Her breathing becomes shallow, and I know that she’s getting close. Her pussy tightens around my fingers.

“Shut up.” The words are tight on her lips.

“Keep your eyes on the mirror, Chaos. I want the image of me making you come to haunt you.”

I don’t know if it’s my fingers picking up pace, my words, or the fact that my tongue flicks over her clit again, but either way, I feel her clench around me, legs locking in tighter as her entire body spasms while she falls apart.

My mouth doesn’t stop until she rides the orgasm all the way through, slumping against me breathlessly.

I pull out of her and stand back up. My tongue darts out and cleans her off my fingers before I use my thumb to wipe the rest of her wetness off my face.

She hops off the counter on shaky legs, smoothing her skirt back down and pulling her shirt back into place. Without saying a word, she steps toward me, lowering herself to her knees while her hands grab my belt buckle.

Fucking hell.

My cock twitches because I know exactly what she’s about to do, and there’s nothing I want more. But something about having her that way, on the floor in a bar bathroom, regardless of what I just did, doesn’t feel right.

So instead, I grab her hand, stopping her and pulling her to her feet.

“It’s your turn,” she says, eyes full of confusion.

“I’m good.” My cock begs to differ, but it’s nothing I can’t fix when I get home.

“What?” Hurt flashes underneath her expression.

“Seriously,” I start, then stop because I can’t believe I’m turning this down right now. “I’m sure it’d be amazing, but really, I’m okay.”

She looks down, straightening her shirt again. “That’s not a thing.”

“What’s not a thing?”

“Guys don’t just do… that.” She motions to the counter behind her. “Without expecting a favor in return.”

I already knew Damon was an ass, but now I know he’s shit in bed too.

“You just have shit taste in guys.” I unlock the door. “Because I enjoy doing that.” I dramatically motion to the counter the same way she did. “With or without a favor in return. Maybe you should raise your standards.”

Knee-jerk anger flashes across her face, but instead of firing back, she sucks her bottom lip into her mouth as if contemplating it. The sight of her chewing on her lip is enough to make my cock ache to the point of pain.

I need to get out of here. Now.

“Anyway,” I say, raising one hand behind my head, pushing my hair back into place from where she mussed it up. “You got your orgasm. And we got this out of our system, as you put it.”

“Wait, that’s it?”

“Is there more?” I ask, raising my eyebrows, smirking while I pull the door open.