I flick the clasps of her bra and watch the waste of fabric fall.
My hands cover her breasts, cupping the bare skin in my palms.
Her head tilts. “Who said sucking your cock isn’t one of my favorite things to do?”
My mouth follows the curve of her neck, planting kisses, until I decide to take a bite of her shoulder. She gasps.
“Say that again,” I murmur, pressing a hand to the middle of her back to bend her forward, propping her hands on the countertop.
“Say what?” She’s panting now, still watching me in the reflective glass.
I give the left cheek of her ass a bite as I drop to my knees, pulling the thong with me. I’m met by smooth, toned legs propped up in the most alluring way above the three-inch heels she’s wearing.
“That sucking my cock is your favorite thing to do.”
“Jesus,” she rasps, right as I run my fingers over her core, discovering how ready she is for me.
I slide two fingers into her, thoroughly enjoying the view of her body bent over like this for me, enjoying her eagerness. How honest she’s been.
“Sucking your cock is my favorite thing to do,” she finally gets out in a breathy voice.
My fingers glide in and pull back out, covered in her wetness. “I can tell. You’re fucking soaked.”
I shove them back in and drop my mouth to her. Licking, sucking, working her with my fingers until she rocks back on me.
“Theo.” She moans as her legs shake, but I don’t let up. I keep a steady rhythm, swiping her clit with my tongue the way she likes.
“Theo.” My fingers move harder, rocking her body on unsteady heels. “Theo! If you don’t fuck me soon, I’m going to scream!” Her tone is demanding and breathless all at once.
I grin as I withdraw my fingers and come to stand above her. She looks unhinged. Just like that night we shared.
And I love it.
I wedge a dress shoe between her heels and kick her feet apart. “Spread, Winter. Ass up so I can disrespect you the way you want me to.”
She moans in response. And I just go to work on my pants again. Pulled down is good enough for now. I can take my time with her later.
“You’re going to scream, huh?” I run the head of my cock through her slick center.
She nods, elbows propped on the counter, pink fingernails clawing the wooden countertop as her back arches, pussy tipped up in offering.
“Yes. Loud.”
“Begging for it like the good little slut you are.” My hand lands flat and firm against her ass cheek. The breath hissing from between her lips rings out in the quiet bathroom. “Just like I said you would.”
And then I thrust inside. To the hilt, holding nothing back.
“Fuck.” I glance down at where I’m buried inside her and take a moment to appreciate the sight of her stretched around my girth. “You feel so good,” I murmur, sliding in and out slowly. “So fucking good.”
When I look up, she’s watching me in the mirror. “Enjoying the view?”
“You’ve said that to me before,” she whispers.
I take one hand and run it up the column of her spine, trailing my fingers along the indent there. “That night when you showed me how you touch yourself, and I made some . . . tweaks.” I give her hair a tug, holding her gaze in the mirror. “You gonna look me in the eye and tell me you can’t come again?”
“No, Theo.” Her tongue darts out between her lips to wet them. “We both know I only come for you.”
I hover over her, pulling her hair to tilt her face. My mouth crashes against hers, tongues clashing, teeth nipping. And for a few moments, I let myself focus on taking her mouth, but she wiggles her ass in a desperate plea for more of my cock.
So I give it to her.
My hips slap against her, and she pushes back to meet every motion.
“Is this what you wanted?”
“Yes,” she breathes, voice hitching as she grips the spout over the sink.
I reach around and play with her clit.
“Fuck, yes.” Her eyes flutter shut, and her knuckles turn white on the faucet.
I pick up the pace, and her legs falter, her body propped against the vanity now as her heels slip and lose purchase.
But I don’t stop. Not when she’s chanting my name and squirming like she might come apart at any moment.
“You look perfect like this, Winter. Bent over. Cunt full. Only wearing these pretty pink heels.”
“Theo . . .”
My finger works more swiftly, rubbing rough circles between her legs. My opposite hand grips her shoulder, her hair. Some tendrils have come loose and stick to the perspiration on the back of her neck.
I fuck her hard.
“Take it, Winter. Come on my cock.”
“Theo!” Her voice is loud now.
I hope someone hears us.
“I’m going—”
She doesn’t finish the sentence before she shatters. I feel it everywhere. Her body pulsing. Her head dropping. One stiletto-clad foot pops up off the floor as she topples over the edge and lays herself out on the counter like she’s finally surrendered. And that flush from before sweeps down her back right before my eyes.
I ease off, pressing my fingers rather than rubbing, taking long, even strokes rather than fast ones. Until her body has gone completely soft, and I’ve wrung every whimper from her lungs.
She looks beautiful. Wrung out. And all it takes is a few rough thrusts into her body for me to get there too.
I pull out, fist my cock, and blow on her back. Shot after shot lands on her smooth skin, marking her.
It’s more satisfying than it should be.
Several moments pass as we catch our breath, and then a spent chuckle leaves her, jostling her body. It’s like we were entirely different people just now. Animalistic and passionate and so fucking hungry. As we both come back down, the mood lightens.
“Wow.”
“Wow, what?” I reply, propping a hand against the wall to get my own bearings.
“I don’t think I can walk anymore. Pretty sure my entire post-secondary education just evaporated right out of my head.”
I trail a finger through the mess on her back and watch her shiver. “Just stay like this. I can go again.”
Her head flips over her shoulder to me, eyes wide. “What?”
“What? You look good with a pearl belt.” My chin juts out at her. “Matches your pearl necklace.”
Her head drops, and she laughs. It sounds so good on her, airy and carefree.
“I can’t believe I just fucked a bull rider at my sister’s wedding.”
With a smile, I pull my pants up and turn to gather a handful of paper towels to clean her off. “Rude. You fucked your baby daddy at your sister’s wedding, and you know you’d do it again.”
Her back shakes on another laugh as I dab her off with steady hands. I toss the messy handful and grab another, reaching over her prone body to wet it with warm water.
With a gentle squeeze of my hand, water droplets fall across her back, little dots that land and roll along the slender slope of her body.
“And now he’s giving me a sponge bath.”
“Yeah. But this is the slut version. No sponges or fancy soap in a bathtub. Just paper towels and lukewarm tap water in a public washroom.”
Her face drops into her hands, and she laughs harder. “Theo, stop.”
I smile down at her back as I move the paper towel over her carefully, not wanting to miss a spot. Drunk on the sound of laughter flowing from a woman who has spent far too long feeling sad.
I take my time, reveling in being able to touch her so freely.
“Are you done?”
A sigh leaves me. “I guess so. I want to do this again. The princess version of a sponge bath though.”
She peeks up at me through the mirror. “Yeah.” She nods. “Okay.”
“Okay,” I agree, with a wink that still makes her blush.
I toss the paper towel away and she straightens. We turn to face each other, and I get sucked in again. My eyes roam her body.
“I could sit you back on that counter and fuck you again. This time, with your legs wrapped around my waist.”
“Or we could get out of here and do that somewhere else.”
“Yeah.” I lick my lips, mind racing with all the ways I could have her. “But I kind of like doing it where we could get caught.”
“Well, we can do that again too.” She shrugs, looking momentarily innocent. “Sometime. Somewhere.”
I grin and quirk my head. “Anytime, anywhere?”
Her head shakes now, and she blinks away, lips pressed together to hide a smile. “You’re a machine.”
My hands reach for her, and I gather her against my chest. Naked and wearing heels. I thought not having a full-length view would help my erection, but the feel of her pressed against me is almost worse. She smells like cinnamon sugar, and I can’t keep my mouth off her. I kiss her hair. Her cheek. Her neck. My hands slide all over before gripping her ass.
“Has there really been no one else since that night?”
Her question stops me in my tracks.
“It just seems very unlikely. That’s all. Like borderline not normal. I don’t care. I’d just rather have it all laid out. It’s the secrets that kill me.”
“You calling me weird, Tink?” I squeeze her tighter and drop a kiss on her forehead as her head tips up to look me in the eye.