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His hands find my waist, and he drags my pants and panties down to pool around my ankles.

“This is the point,” he says. He holds two fingers out in front of my face, and I glance up at his reflection again. “Spit on them,” he says. “Get them nice and wet for me.”

My cheeks burn, but I do it without hesitation. Tate makes a low sound of approval, and then reaches around to slip those spit slick fingers between my legs. He rubs them over my clit and then back, tracing my entrance with slow, unhurried strokes. It’s like he has all the time in the world and he wants to learn how I feel before he carries on.

“Fuck,” he groans. “You’re so wet already. I thought I’d have to do more to work you up, but you’re already so slick and ready for me, aren’t you? And this is all for me, right?”

“Oh god.” The whimper spills out of me as I try to catch my breath. Just the way he’s touching me has sparks of heat rolling through my body. I try to spread my legs more for him, but I get brought up short by my clothes around my ankles.

Tate smirks at me in the mirror. “Save your prayers for when I’m actually inside you, pretty girl. We haven’t even started yet.”

I think he’s going to pull his cock out and make good on that, but he seems determined to leave me a soaking wet, squirming mess first. He keeps working me up with his fingers, dipping them inside me shallowly, like he wants me to chase them to try to get more. He touches my clit while his other hand palms my breasts through my shirt, and he’s so close like this, pressed against my back, that I feel surrounded by him, unable to focus on anything else.

If we were somewhere more private, I might have begged. Might have chanted ‘please’ over and over again in the hopes that it would make him want to fuck me more.

Now I just try to beg him with my body. My hips pressing into each touch, like I want him deeper, harder, more. And I do. Fuck, I do. I want him to press into me and make good on the promise that his fingers keep sketching against my overheated body.

I end up restless and squirming, trying to grind back against him to get some friction and then pressing forward to coax his fingers to give me more.

Tate just chuckles and that gives me all the proof I need that he knows exactly what he’s doing to me right now.

But it feels so fucking good I can’t even really be mad about it.

He pulls his fingers out of me, and I bite back a whimper of disappointment.

“Here,” he says, bringing those fingers to my mouth. “Taste yourself.”

I can already smell the flare of my arousal, and I open my mouth, letting him press two fingers to my tongue. I taste sweet and musky, the way I smell, and I suck my own wetness from his hand, my eyes half closing from the rush it gives me.

The intimacy of it, the sheer boldness of what we’re doing makes my knees weak. I’m pretty sure right now that I’m more turned on than I’ve ever been in my life.

“I was having fun teasing you,” Tate says, and his voice is heavy with his own arousal. “But right now I just fucking want you.”

He reaches into his back pocket and pulls out a condom. I watch in the mirror as he rips open the packet and rolls the condom onto himself efficiently. Then he’s grabbing my hips and pressing me down over the sink so he has a better angle.

With one hand he lines himself up, pressing himself inside me slowly.

He barely gets in and already the sensation is enough to make my eyes flutter and start to roll back. The head of him is thick and it stretches me, splitting me open to make room for the rest of his cock as he works his way inside.

Tate grabs my chin when my head starts to droop, forcing it back up. He’s not rough, just firm and certain. Just completely in control of this moment. “Eyes on me,” he says. “I want you to watch every second of this, understand?”

I nod, swallowing hard. My arms tremble where they’re keeping me braced over the sink, and my heart is pounding. I take in every bit of Tate’s face, clocking the way he’s keeping himself tightly reined in as he works his cock into me, like he doesn’t want to lose that control just yet.

And then he’s pressing in deeper, filling me up inch by delicious inch, and it’s all I can do to keep my head up and my eyes focused when pleasure and desire are coursing through every part of me.

4

TATE

She feels so fucking good.

Tight and wet and hot like a vise around my cock as I ease it into her. It’s taking everything I have to go slow and not just shove myself into her, chasing the feeling of sheer need that’s driving me now.

I don’t think I’ve ever felt anything this good or wanted anyone this badly. I’ve only known her for a couple of hours at this point, but the chemistry was there before I ever touched her, and now it’s just amplified between us.

I wasn’t kidding about the noise she made when she came. Even restrained and trying to be quiet, it was one of the sexiest things I’ve ever heard. It rewired something in my brain, so that all I could think about was hearing it again. And being the one to cause it, of course.

I keep my eyes locked on hers in the mirror as I fill her completely, letting her have every hard inch of my cock. I can see the flickers of sensation crossing her face like this, and I can’t get enough. The way her eyelashes flutter, the way her pupils are blown wide and dark.