Chapter 1 #3
He reaches his fingers up, pressing them against the lace of my underwear, and I’m already so hard up that even that infinitesimal touch has me banging my head against the mirror behind me.
The sensations double when he stops being coy and slowly pulls my panties down my legs, completely exposing me to him. My mouth dries.
I don’t know who I’ve become in the wake of meeting this man, but I’m equally nervous and excited.
“Suddenly feeling shy?” he teases.
“Shut up and put your mouth to good use,” I pant.
His laugh sends hot air grazing against my center, causing me to squirm on the hard surface.
“Yes, ma’am.” His head drops, placing a kiss to the inside of my thigh.
The gentleness of the gesture takes me by surprise, but it doesn’t last long, because a moment later, the gentleness disappears when he swipes a hot stripe up my center before suctioning his lips over my clit.
“Oh, fuck!” I shout, a deluge of sensations roiling over my skin, threatening to topple me right off this countertop.
But he doesn’t relent or give me a moment of reprieve from the blissful torture he’s waging on my senses.
He continues to lick and suck around my clit, occasionally lightening pressure to bring me back from the brink right before I’m about to topple over.
He does it again and again until I’m sopping wet and desperate whimpers escape my throat.
The tension in my core builds to a boiling point, almost unbearable, and I’m desperate for relief when he presses two fingers inside me, causing my back to bow.
I try to pull away, the pleasure becoming too much, but he yanks me back toward him, locking me in place as he works me in a perfect rhythm.
I clap my hands around my mouth, attempting to muffle my moans, but it’s no use: he’s declared war on my body, and I’m helpless to defend.
I pull my hands away from my mouth and run them into his hair.
My nails scratch against his scalp, making him growl into me, and the sound rumbling out of his throat and vibrating against my core, only heightens my pleasure.
I tug his perfect mouth away, and he stares up at me with a mix of confusion and elation.
“I want to feel you inside me. Now.” I can’t believe the words out of my mouth, but I’ve never had it this good, and if I’m going to steal this one night for myself, I’m doing it right.
His eyes burn like an inferno, and he stands slowly, bending forward to kiss me so I can taste myself on his lips. He’s hard against my core, and my hips roll involuntarily, grinding against him, begging him to move faster.
He seems to be in no rush, and the frustration mounts in my body, desperate for connection—for release.
Leaning forward while he’s still kissing me, I reach into his already open pants, grabbing his erection and giving him a firm testing stroke.
He hisses out a harsh breath as I pull my hand along his shaft again, using the precum gathered at his tip to drive him into the same dizzying state he had me in moments before.
He wrenches his mouth away from mine, burying his head into my shoulder as if concentrating on anything else is impossible.
I lean into him and pull his earlobe into my mouth, making his cock pulse harder in my hand.
He abruptly steps back but grabs my hips, spinning me around to face the mirror.
“I want you to see how pretty you’re going to look when I make you come on my cock.
” He bends me forward to press my hands against the counter, arching my back and pushing my ass out towards him.
“Fuck,” he says, staring down at my exposed skin.
Lifting my left leg onto the counter for leverage, he bends down to lick a path up my center with the flat of his tongue, making my legs quake.
I hear him reach into his wallet and pull out a condom, and I thank the stars for his forethought.
He makes quick work slipping it on and lining himself up, rubbing his shaft back and forth against my soaked core.
The head bumps against my clit before dipping into my entrance half an inch before he pulls back out and repeats the motion.
His resounding chuckle when I push back onto him makes me want to rip my hair out—or his, for torturing me like this.
“You sure you want this, love?”
“Please.” I whine desperately.
“No need to beg,” he says, arrogance ringing through loud and clear.
“Oh, shut u—”
He buries himself inside me. We both gasp at the sensation of his length filling me, of my walls stretching wide to grip him tight. It’s maddening and bliss in equal measure. He gives me a second to adjust, but before long, I’m starting to squirm against him, pleading with my body to start to move.
He chuckles, running his hand up my back and into my hair before wrapping it around his fist and pulling my head back to kiss me. The angle pushes him even deeper inside me, and we both groan into each other's mouth as he starts to move, setting pace with me arching back into him.
“Fuck, you feel like glory,” he grunts, pistoning his hips in and out of me in a punishing rhythm. We’ve barely just begun, and I already feel right at the edge of tipping.
I’m a music box in his hands, and I clench around him as his words wind me tighter and tighter, until my body is begging for the release of harmonies even while my head and my heart want to drag this out as long as possible.
“I—I’m already so close,” I gasp, unable to form a thought more coherent than that.
He doesn’t say anything, but I can feel he’s right there too, right on the edge of oblivion with me.
His cock is thick, dragging against my walls, and his movements don’t halt when he reaches forward, settles his hand on my clit, and starts rubbing in steady circles while he pounds in and out of me.
I’m no longer controlling how I sound, fairly certain everyone in the bar is able to hear what’s going on in here, but I can’t find it in me to care when I feel like I’m being transported to another realm.
My eyes close, and he tugs at my hair, pulling my head back so our eyes lock in the mirror’s reflection.
Cheeks flushed, faces sweaty and lips swollen as my hips dig into the counter.
It’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen in my life.
My eyes have never been so wild, the singular spot of blue in my right iris flaring brighter around the amber encircling it.
My mouth parts as he hits deep, causing me to release a guttural cry.
“Are you gonna come on it?” he asks, and the words make me clench around him. “Yeah, I think you are.” His movements start to go erratic, losing their rhythm when he adds more pressure to my clit, sending me right over the edge.
I detonate, muscles contracting around him so tightly, it sets off his own climax as he groans, biting down on my neck to muffle the sound. We watch every moment of our unraveling, and I silently thank him for putting us in this position, facing the mirror.
We’re both panting heavily, chests heaving while we come down from the rush, as he languorously laves at the pulse point hammering on my neck.
A loud clatter sounds outside, and reality crashes back in, reminding me where we are—of who I am. I’m the first to stand upright, prompting him to pull out of me, and we begin righting our clothes so we look somewhat presentable before stepping back out into the pub.
“Can I get my underwear?” I glance down at the red lace poking out of his pants pocket.
“Afraid I’ll have to say no to that,” he states with a smile, running a hand through his hair.
“That’s a bit serial killer-y of you, but whatever. Keep them, I guess,” I say, straightening my sweater and finger combing my hair.
“Can I get your number? Maybe we can hang out again before you leave.” He seems so earnest, and something in my chest pangs with regret. He wouldn’t want the real me; no one ever really has.
“I don’t think that’s a great idea, but thank you for tonight. I really needed it.” I stretch up to give him a final kiss goodbye. When I go to pull away, he grabs my hips and brings his mouth back to mine to extend the moment. It’s honestly nice, like some form of fucked up aftercare.
When we pull away, I kiss him on the cheek before exiting the small room.
Either we got lucky and no one was around to hear us, or they all scattered when they realized what we were doing, because the back room is nearly empty.
I settle my tab, checking the time on my phone only to see a new wave of emails and a calendar reminder for the meeting starting in twenty minutes. Escapism could only last so long, I suppose.
As I make my way back onto the cobblestone streets of London, the early summer air crisp and inviting, I feel grateful for a stranger in a pub who made my first night in London a little less lonely.