bud with my tongue.
Her legs shook, her skin warming as her blood pumped faster, her heart rating growing as she inched toward her orgasm. She gripped the edge of the sink, grinding her hips against my face while trying not to look like she was about to come so fucking hard every asshole in his place would know. “Shotgun! Holy shit,” she hissed, her head hanging down. “Oh God.”
She lifted up on her toes, and I chased her, not about to let her escape so I couldn’t draw her pleasure out for as long as fucking possible.
Because that was what I loved. Pushing her further and further to places she’d never been, never even thought of going before.
The whole-body shudder that traveled through her when she came was one of the hardest I’d ever seen, the tremble working its way like a rolling wave up her body as it built to its peak, then falling back through her as the relief finally gave way, and the pleasure hit her like a freight train.
Only, there was no sound.
Kissing across the back of her thighs, I made my way over the curve of her ass, undoing my jeans and letting them fall as I worked my way up. I placed my hands on either side of her again, smirking at the sight of her bent over the sink, hiding beneath the tall bar, her shirt pulled right up to her mouth so she could bite down on the scrunched-up fabric.
“Stay just like that,” I ordered, standing a little taller. “All right, everyone get the fuck out. Now.”
The couple of guys left in the bar moved quickly, their chairs scraping the wooden floors as they hurried to the door.
Crush peeked through, looking around. “That everyone?”
“Yeah,” I answered, my hand moving beneath the bar, out of his vision. I pulled her breasts from the cups of her bra, letting them tumble out, my fingers tugging at each nipple, earning me a quiet groan. “Lock the door.”
Crush raised his brow. “Did Avery leave?”
“No.”
The confused look turned into laughter, and he stepped out with no more questions, closing the door and locking it behind him. And knowing my brother, he’d hang around, not too close, but close enough to keep anyone from hearing anything they shouldn’t.
Though, right now, I was happy to run with this theme, finding it fucking hot the way Avery was fighting to keep silent. Gagging herself because she so badly wanted the pleasure but wasn’t ready to let the world hear her take it.
“You want to be fucked, baby?” I asked her, pressing my cock forward, so it slipped through her folds from behind, the head bumping against her already sensitive clit.
She gasped and pushed her hips back, moving in time with me as I pulled back and did the same again. When her hips started moving more enthusiastically, I stood there, watching as she let my dick tease her, no doubt hoping that the friction on her clit wouldn’t take much to send her over that edge a second time.
She spat the shirt from her mouth, and the whisper-soft moan that fell from those fucking perfect lips had me instantly changing speed. I fisted my cock in my hands, lifting it slightly so the next time she pushed back…
“Goddd… yes,” she murmured, gasping as I jerked my hips forward just a little and hit home. “Please.”
I didn’t move, holding it there. “I dunno, you did a pretty good fucking job just now, trying to get yourself off, so let’s see if you really can. Ride me.” My hand came down hard across her ass cheek, and she threw her head back, no longer trying to stifle her moans.
I shuffled back and braced myself against the bar behind me, my fingers digging into those curved hips. They chased me, refusing to let my cock go.
With her ass out, she used the edge of the sink now as leverage instead of something to keep her on her feet.
She pulled and pushed against it.
Fucking me.
Hard.
The girl could fucking ride when she knew what she wanted. “Fuck, yes,” I growled, slapping her ass, one sharp smack on either side. That sting of pain heightening all her nerves, making her move faster, want it more. “You want it, you gotta fucking take it.”
“I want it,” she rasped, one hand slipping down between her legs. The second she touched her clit, her whole pussy tightened. Whether it was still delicate from her last orgasm, or the build