I leaned back, gasping at the feeling. My elbows rested on the counter, my head hit the mirror. I shut my eyes as he rubbed my clit, sending bolts of pleasure through me.
I heard him undo his jeans, his movements frantic and quick. I felt the head of his cock nudging at my entrance. I opened my eyes, watching the pleasure on his face as he slid into me with ease this time. The tendons in his neck strained as he fought to be quiet, but his breaths blew out of him hard and fast. He moved in and out of me as his hand slid up my dress, grabbing at my breast tightly.
When his gaze finally met mine, I saw the excitement dancing in the depths of his eyes. This frantic energy felt familiar. This needy impulse to get fucked hard and fast was like opening a window into the past.
This was what we did.
We fucked like rabbits at every opportunity.
We didn’t care where we were.
We hardly explored each other in the process, desperate to reach our climaxes.
I knew he was thinking the same thing I was. I saw his lips spread into a familiar sexy smirk, and my heart flipped at the sight of it. I smiled back, and when he was buried inside me to the hilt, I sat up and pulled his mouth to me.
He ravaged my mouth, picking me up, his hands gripping my thighs tightly. He pressed me against the wall beside the door and fucked me hard, his movements frantic and animalistic. I could hear his balls slapping against me, could hear the wet sounds of our sex. I buried my mouth in the crook of his neck, sucking fiercely as my orgasm slammed into me suddenly and unexpectedly.
My head swam, and my body went loose with the pleasure of it. I vaguely felt Conor situating me down on the ground, gripping my hair tightly in his fist. I looked up at him, dizzied from sex, and saw his dark expression meet mine. He was panting hard, slipping his jeans and briefs down further and fisting my hair closer to him.
Before I realized what he was doing, I felt his cock at my mouth, parting my lips. Mad with excitement, I spread my mouth apart and let him in, greedily accepting him. He was so swollen and strained, I knew he didn’t have long left in him. He fucked my mouth, growling deep in his throat, and I took him as deep as I could.
He came hard, shooting his load down my throat, drowning my mouth with his seed. I took it all, lapping my tongue around his head, sucking at him desperately. He watched me, an awed expression breaking through the look of pleasure.
Then he dropped down to my level and grabbed at the hand towel on the basin. He wiped my mouth with a soft touch, and then buried the towel between my legs, wiping my wetness there. It had gushed out of me, the scent of it palpable. Both our sex scents clashed together, and I couldn’t get enough of it.
His just fucked look was intoxicating. I loved watching him come. I’d become addicted to the sight of it.
Dazed, we stared into each other’s eyes the whole while. My lips spread into a soft smile, and his expression lightened.
“Why do I feel like you just used me?” he asked lightly.
“Correction, I needed you,” I responded, feeling sloppy from the best orgasm ever.
He cradled my face in his hand, skimming his thumb along my mouth as he said, “Next time, dove, just bring me in. I don’t want you to bury your feelings with a fuck. It won’t make the problem go away.”
I took his hand and pressed a kiss in his palm. “It’s not something you talk about in the bathroom right before you’re supposed to go out,” I tried explaining. “But I’ll talk to you about it later. I promise.”
He watched me for a few more moments like he was trying to decipher what was wrong. Then he sighed. “Don’t leave my side then. I want to be able to see you, make sure you’re not feeding me bullshit.”
I nodded. “Fine.”
We stood and got cleaned up. I fixed my hair again and readjusted my dress. All he had to do was zip his jeans up. I looked at his reflection in the mirror as I washed my hands and blushed at the mark I’d left on his neck.