5. Elliot #2
She flashes the guy a smile, and he blushes. There are too many men in this bar looking at her, and it’s pissing me off. I’m aware that is crazy, and I have no right to feel that way.
“Come on, pretty boy. Drink with me. Bet you can’t catch up.”
That’s all it takes. One little smirk from her pink lips, and I forget why I’m here.
Then I’m ordering us another round, and Lee is laughing at something I said. I tell her about the first time I learned not to wake a sleeping man on the street. I deserved the bottle that was thrown at me. And to his credit, it was way too late to be talking to him.
Somewhere between her first real laugh and the shots, the bar noise fades to white static. Her knee bumps mine under the bar again. This time, I can’t help but look at her leg next to mine.
Lee laughs at something stupid I said about Fuller’s comb-over. When she really laughs, she snorts. It’s adorable. Her hand lands on my thigh for balance, fingers curling into the fabric.
She moves to yank her hand back. Before she gets a chance, I cover her hand with mine.
Her eyes snap up. Clearer than they should be after that many shots.
I don’t give her a chance to make an excuse or tell me how bad an idea it is.
My mouth crushes hers. She parts her lips just enough for me to slide my tongue inside. Fuck, she’s hot, and tastes like lime. I steal her breath and shove my hand in her hair to hold her against me.
Lee’s hand slides higher along my thigh, and she brushes it against my erection. She breaks the kiss with a soft gasp and stares at me, wide-eyed.
She’s going to try and say it didn’t mean anything, and that is going to piss me off.
“I’m going to the bathroom,” she says, sliding off the stool.
Standing, I yank my wallet out of my back pocket, throw cash on the bar, and follow her down the hall.
I push open the women’s restroom door. She looks up from the sink and meets my eyes in the mirror. I stalk toward her.
“What are you doing in here?” she asks, spinning around to face me.
“I told you. I want to be where you are.”
I crowd her until she’s pressed against the counter. Her fingers tangle into my hair, greedy.
She pushes her lips against mine. Her kiss is softer but just as needy as mine was. I let her have it for half a second, then take over.
The kiss turns brutal. She bites my lower lip. I grip her jaw hard and tilt her head back, deepening it until she whimpers.
“These skirts drive me crazy,” I rasp against her mouth. “You have any idea how many times I’ve imagined bending you over my desk? Skirt shoved up, panties ripped aside, fucking you raw while you try to stay quiet so the whole department doesn’t hear what a needy little slut you are for me?”
Her breath hitches.
“You talk a lot of shit, Elliot.”
I fist her skirt and drag it up over her hips. A tiny scrap of black lace is the only thing in my way. I run my finger along the edge, feeling how damp the fabric already is.
“You’re fucking dripping, Lee.”
“Stop talking and do something about it then.”
I hook two fingers under the thin straps at her hips and rip the thong apart with one sharp tug. The ruined lace falls away, and I catch it before it hits the floor. I bring it straight to my face and inhale deeply, breathing in the scent of her arousal while I keep her trapped against the counter.
A low sound rumbles in my chest. I press the wet lace to my nose again, slower this time, and let out a rough breath against her ear.
“Fuck, baby. You smell so good when you’re this worked up for me.”
I spin her around, bend her over the sink, and kick her feet wide. One hand grips the back of her left thigh and yanks her leg up onto the counter, forcing her knee down hard so she’s spread open for me.
Her palms slap the mirror for balance.
I slide my middle finger in, her and she rocks back against my hand.
She’s trying to stay quiet, but when I push a second finger inside her and curl them deep, a sexy moan spills out of her.
“No. Those sounds are for me only,” I growl. “Do you have any idea how many men out there were staring at you? I almost shot three of them tonight.”
She moans louder in defiance, eyes flashing in the mirror.
“Since you can’t control that mouth on your own, I’ll do it for you.”
With my free hand, I press the torn thong against her lips.
“Open.”
She turns her head in a bratty attempt to resist. But I’m faster. I shove the wet thong into her mouth, packing it firmly behind her teeth.
Without giving her time to spit it out or protest, I pull my fingers from her pussy, and I free my cock. I drag my thick head through her slick entrance, then slam into her.
She cries out around the gag, the sound muffled and shattered.
I don’t give her a second to adjust.
Her cunt is tight as hell around me, clenching hard like her body is fighting the stretch even as she takes every inch. I fuck her with short, punishing strokes, grinding deep on every inward snap so she feels every inch forcing her open.
“Quiet now while I use this cunt to teach you a lesson,” I growl. “Daddy’s cock is too big for you, isn’t it? But you’re going to learn how I like to use you, then you’ll take me better.”
I reach around, pinch her clit hard, and roll it fast.
With her knee on the counter, we have a full view of where we are connected in the mirror. I can see every inch of my cock pulling her open. Her cunt clings around me on every withdrawal, shiny with how wet she is.
“Eyes on the mirror,” I command. “Watch how your pussy is struggling to take all of me. You can take it harder. Show me you can handle it.”
She tries to push back against me. Even with her dripping juices I’m struggling to bottom out.
“Open up for me.”
I grip her hips and slam into her with more force, the wet slap of skin echoing off the tiles.
She whimpers.
I shove two fingers into her mouth next to the lace, gagging her instantly.
“Suck. Keep those pretty sounds in your mouth. No one else gets to hear how hard it is for you to be filled with me.”
She shudders at my dirty words. But she needs them. Something in Lee is begging to be tamed, and I’m exactly who she needs to do it.
I piston harder, relentlessly forcing her body to rock forward with every thrust. The mirror shakes.
Her cheeks hollow as she tries to suck my fingers down her pretty throat.
“That’s it. Come on my cock right fucking now. Come harder than you’ve ever come, or I won’t let you finish.”
She explodes around me with a muffled scream, her body spasming so violently I can’t hold on any longer. I fuck her straight through it without mercy, pounding harder, chasing my own release.
“Gonna flood this pussy,” I grit out.
My fingers slip from her mouth, and I wrap my hand around her neck. I need to hold her in place. I bury myself to the hilt and blow deep inside her. I keep grinding through every spurt, forcing her to feel it all.
When I finally pull out, she looks at me heavy-lidded as she tries to draw in a breath.
My hand cups her jaw as I pull the lace from her mouth. I lean in, lips brushing her ear, voice dark and commanding.
“Tell daddy thank you for wrecking that perfect cunt.”
She’s still panting, and her eyes shut for a moment before she speaks. I think I fucked Agent Leighlan so hard she doesn’t remember how to form words.
“Thank you…”
I squeeze her jaw in warning. “Louder. And say it right.”
“Thank you, daddy.”
I kiss the back of her neck, slow and filthy, then step back and watch my cum continue to drip out of her.