Trying desperately to think of anything to give me a bit of power back.
“Is this how you interrogate people?” I laugh, trying not to react as he slips his fingers back inside me.
“Unfortunately, no.” A deep laugh rumbles out. “Not that I haven’t thought about it.”
“What?”
“Oh, Sketch, you jealous?” he taunts me, leaning back in, his breath warm on my ear. I can’t stop the gasp coming out of my mouth as he lifts me, his fingers pressing deep inside me as he does, sliding me onto the counter, parting my thighs wider with his hips. Slipping another finger inside me, it causes my senses to overload between what I’m feeling and the images plaguing my mind. “You want me to tell you how I’ve had women throw themselves at me, willing to do whatever it takes to get out of trouble?” He pumps his fingers into me, curling them around. My head falls backward, pressing against the mirror. “That it’s happened more times than I can remember?” His thumb coming up, rolling circles along me. “They’ll tell me all the things they’ll do to me.” His breath tickling up my neck. “Things I can do to them.” Teeth nibbling along my earlobe.
I can feel my self-control breaking down as he fogs my mind, his fingers bringing me closer to a release.
Suddenly, he pulls back from me, staring down, grinning.
“What the fuck?” I pant out, looking up at him.
“Told you I’d have to figure out a way.”
“That’s fucked up.”
He laughs, leaning back into me, his hand sliding onto my thigh. “What’s it gonna be, Sketch?”
“Fine,” I gasp out. “I was lying before. I knew.”
His hand dipping down between my thighs, massaging my clit again. “Why’d you lie?”
I hate admitting it.
“At first, it was like you said. I knew if I showed up here, I’d want to fuck you.”
I can’t help but eye his tongue as it comes out, wetting his bottom lip, again.
“I was just gonna send you over a drink; I knew that you’d get what I was saying.”
“Then why entice me with the bathroom?”
“Cause I saw you, and all I could think about was being on my knees with your cock down my throat.” I can’t keep the smirk inside as I watch his eyes roll up, and can feel his dick pressing harder into my thigh. “I didn’t care that you watched out for my brother. I didn’t care that he’ll kill you if he ever finds out…” I let my sentence trail off, not wanting to finish.
His lips curl up as he shakes his head, a smirk spreading across his face as his arms curl around my thighs, pulling me closer to the edge of the counter. It shouldn’t surprise me when he sinksdown to his knees, looking up at me as he leans into my pussy. I can’t take my eyes off him as he flicks my clit with his tongue.
“Oh, shit.” I murmur, my back arching.
Feeling his tongue methodically circling around before lightly biting down.
My abs contract as I lean up, pressing myself further against his face. His chuckle shouldn’t enthrall me as much as it does. Sliding down, his tongue darts inside me. Gripping his hair, wanting to hold him in place, wanting to ride his face until I’m coming all over him. My inner walls contract as he tongue-fucks me, pulsing inside of me. And my eyes rolling back into my head as he pulls away before sucking my clit back into his mouth.
“Fuck,” I cry out. “Oh my God!”
My eyes pop open, looking down at him as he stands back up. This time when his tongue licks his lips again, it makes my inner walls convulse, knowing he’s tasting me on them.
“Wha —”
His smirk is enough to cut me off.
“I told you I’d have to get it out of you.” Leaning into me, I hear him laugh, feeling just how much he’s enjoying this. “Now, tell the truth.”
“I did.”
“All of it.”
