14 - Grayson #2
Her eyes are closed as she braces her head against the wall behind her, and heat streaks through me. My hand continues working her clit, but I step from between her legs, to the side, and grip the hair by her neck, pulling her head back up. Still, she doesn’t open her eyes.
Leaning in, I breathe low into her ear. “Open those pretty eyes. I want you to watch, knowing exactly who’s making you feel this way.”
Her eyes open, pupils blown wide as she looks into the mirror on the opposite wall, meeting my eyes through it. Her gaze is molten, taking in the sight of her legs spread wide. She can see every single inch of her body as she sits exposed for me.
And God, her body is fucking perfection.
“Do you want another one of my fingers?” I ask, teasing her opening.
She nods, her eyes focused on my hand through the mirror as I slide two fingers deep into her.
My name falls off her lips in a desperate moan, forcing me to adjust my dick in my pants as it strains for release.
All I want to do is bury myself in her, but even in my desire-fueled haze, I know better.
I drop to my knees, lifting one of her legs over my shoulder. With two fingers still sliding inside her, my tongue glides across her opening.
She hisses, and I do it again, this time trailing up and sucking her clit into my mouth.
I continue toying with her, eyes trailing up to see her gaze flicking between looking at me and the view from the mirror.
One of her hands is teasing her nipple while the other wraps around my head, holding me against her pussy.
“I hate that you’re so damn good at this,” she mumbles.
I chuckle, “You knew I would be. That’s why you wanted it to be me who got you off.”
Her breathing becomes shallow, and I know that she’s getting close. Her pussy tightens around my fingers.
“Shut up.” The words are tight on her lips.
“Keep your eyes on the mirror, Chaos. I want the image of me making you come to haunt you.”
I don’t know if it’s my fingers picking up pace, my words, or the fact that my tongue flicks over her clit again, but either way, I feel her clench around me, legs locking in tighter as her entire body spasms while she falls apart.
My mouth doesn’t stop until she rides the orgasm all the way through, slumping against me breathlessly.
I pull out of her and stand back up. My tongue darts out and cleans her off my fingers before I use my thumb to wipe the rest of her wetness off my face.
She hops off the counter on shaky legs, smoothing her skirt back down and pulling her shirt back into place. Without saying a word, she steps toward me, lowering herself to her knees while her hands grab my belt buckle.
Fucking hell.
My cock twitches because I know exactly what she’s about to do, and there’s nothing I want more. But something about having her that way, on the floor in a bar bathroom, regardless of what I just did, doesn’t feel right.
So instead, I grab her hand, stopping her and pulling her to her feet.
“It’s your turn,” she says, eyes full of confusion.
“I’m good.” My cock begs to differ, but it’s nothing I can’t fix when I get home.
“What?” Hurt flashes underneath her expression.
“Seriously,” I start, then stop because I can’t believe I’m turning this down right now. “I’m sure it’d be amazing, but really, I’m okay.”
She looks down, straightening her shirt again. “That’s not a thing.”
“What’s not a thing?”
“Guys don’t just do… that.” She motions to the counter behind her. “Without expecting a favor in return.”
I already knew Damon was an ass, but now I know he’s shit in bed too.
“You just have shit taste in guys.” I unlock the door. “Because I enjoy doing that.” I dramatically motion to the counter the same way she did. “With or without a favor in return. Maybe you should raise your standards.”
Knee-jerk anger flashes across her face, but instead of firing back, she sucks her bottom lip into her mouth as if contemplating it. The sight of her chewing on her lip is enough to make my cock ache to the point of pain.
I need to get out of here. Now.
“Anyway,” I say, raising one hand behind my head, pushing my hair back into place from where she mussed it up. “You got your orgasm. And we got this out of our system, as you put it.”
“Wait, that’s it?”
“Is there more?” I ask, raising my eyebrows, smirking while I pull the door open.
Yes, there’s more. A whole hell of a lot more. Starting with her in an actual bed, so that I can bury myself in her until she screams my name and fixes her attitude.
“No. One orgasm and no feelings, right? Being great with your hands doesn’t change the fact that I can’t stand you.” She injects her usual attitude into every word.
“Just like how coming on my tongue doesn’t mean you’re not still the most infuriating person I know,” I fire back. Heat crawls up my spine because, seriously, my head was just between her legs, and now she’s already back to being a brat.
I should sit her back up on that counter and make her come until she stops acting…
No. No, I shouldn’t do that. I shouldn’t have even done this.
She steps around me into the hallway. “Good, let’s just forget this happened.”
“That’s for the best.” I nod, forcing myself to sound indifferent. “Good luck forgetting how good that just felt.”
She glares at me, then turns on her heel and walks back into the crowded bar. I can’t bring myself to follow, so instead, I head straight out the back door to the alley.
What the hell was that?
I don’t lose control like that. I don’t get women off in bar bathrooms, especially not Avery. And now I’m supposed to forget it happened, even though I can still taste her.
It was one of the best sexual experiences of my life, and I didn’t even come. Which, aside from Avery herself, is the most irritating part of this entire fucking night.