Chapter 18 #2
I don’t say a single word, I just drop my cue onto the felt and walk straight up to her.
When I wrap my fingers tightly around her wrist, she doesn’t pull away.
Instead she follows my heavy strides down the narrow, dimly lit hallway at the back of the bar, her breathing already turning short and frantic.
I push open the door of the restroom, pull her inside, and slam it shut behind us, twisting the lock with a sharp, echoing click.
The space is small and smells of generic soap mixed with the underlying heat of our bodies. I don’t give her time to think. I back her up against the cold tile wall, my hands immediately gripping her wrist to lift her onto the edge of the porcelain sink.
“Zeke—” She gasps, her hands flying to clutch my shoulders as her skirt hitches up her thighs.
“You lost the bet,” I growl, crowding between her legs, my large frame blocking her entirely from the rest of the room.
I don’t waste any time with clothes and immediately reach under her skirt, my fingers finding the damp, heavy heat soaking through the center of her cotton panties.
She lets out a soft whimpering cry, her back arching off the wall the moment my thumb presses firmly against her swollen clit through the fabric.
“Look at me, Riley,” I command, my voice rough and entirely unyielding. “You’re dripping wet.”
She forces her glassy, desperate eyes open, staring down at me as I drop to my knees between her thighs.
I grip her knees, pushing them wide apart, and hook her underwear to the side, exposing her completely to the cool air of the room.
Her body trembles violently, her fingers burying into my hair as if she might fall if she doesn’t hold on.
I lean in and take a deep, wet lap from her opening all the way up to her tight little knot.
This is reckless.
“Zeke!!!” Riley cries out my name, her hips jerking on instinct, trying to slam herself against my mouth to find relief.
“Stay still,” I instruct against the wet skin, my hands tightening like vices on her thighs, locking her in place. “The deal was I get to do whatever I want. And right now, I want you to stay still and not move until I tell you to.”
“Please, Zeke…” She gasps, her breath coming in shallow pants as I begin a relentless, heavy rhythm with my tongue. “It’s too much.”
I ignore her pleas, swirling my tongue around her clit, driving her straight toward the edge.
I can feel the tight muscles in her lower belly locking up, her internal walls twitching as she nears the peak of her release.
Right when she lets out a sharp sob, her body trembling on the absolute verge of shattering, I pull back completely.
“No, please!” She groans, her eyes flying open in desperate confusion, her hips twitching in an agonizing suspension. “Don’t do this to me, Zeke. Please, let me cum… Please…”
“Not yet,” I grin up at her, my thumb tracing her wet thigh, marking her. Having her entirely at my mercy like this is a pure, intoxicating drug.
“Please,” she breathes.
“Tell me how much you want it. Show me how good you can be for me.”
“I want it so badly,” she whimpers, her nails scratching into my shoulders as she continues to beg, completely broken under my control. “Please let me cum. I’ll be good.”
“Good girl,” I whisper, the dark spark of approval making my dick twitch in my pants but I ignore it. It’s not time for that now. This is about Riley’s pleasure.
I plunge my mouth back down on her, using long deep strokes, finding the exact deep spot that makes her whole body tremble under me.
I don’t let her rub against me even though she’s desperately trying to.
Instead, I keep her pinned in place, forcing her to take every ounce of pleasure that I’m feeding her.
I hammer her with a brutal, relentless speed, burying my face into her soaking heat until I’m breathing in nothing but her scent. The heavy, slick sound of my tongue lapping against her split echoes off the porcelain and tile, a filthy, rhythmic slap that has her head thrashing against the wall.
Her pussy is a tight, trembling vice around my mouth, drowning me in her juices until it slicks my chin and drips down on my polo shirt.
As she arrives right on the edge of breaking, her inner thighs clamp tight against my neck, locking me in place as her lower belly hitches and goes completely rigid.
I don’t give her a second of breathing room. Instead of backing off, I suck her swollen clit into my mouth, biting down with a possessive, punishing pressure that shatters the last of her defenses.
“Do it, Riley,” I growl against her dripping flesh. “Do it for me. Cum.”
“Zeke!!!!”
She screams my name into the quiet room, her entire body locking up as her orgasm finally ripples through her, clamping down in thick, violent waves that leave her completely spent and shaking.
I don’t pull back. Instead, I stay buried right there against her, catching every heavy, desperate twitch of her internal walls as her pussy milks itself dry against my mouth.
I slide my tongue deep inside her one last time, taking a massive, wet lap to gather her release, tasting the raw, sweet iron of her ruined innocence mixed with her orgasm.
I swallow her down, letting the taste of her to fill my senses before I slowly lift my head.
Riley is slumped against the tile wall, her eyes heavy with afterglow.
I trail a finger up her inner thigh, collecting a smear of the excess moisture dripping down her skin, and bring it straight to my lips.
I lick her off my knuckle, keeping my gaze locked onto her face so she can watch me claim every single drop she just gave me.
“Mine,” I whisper as I kiss her.