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He stares at me for long seconds, his breaths heavy and his expression unreadable. His eyes darken when I stare back and his mouth comes hungrily down on mine, surprising me.
The familiar taste of bourbon explodes on my lips and I clasp his nape to bring him closer to me as my other hand caresses the bare expanse of his chest. He’s so warm, his skin so smooth and soft but his body so wonderfully hard that I start to get annoyed by the barrier my sweater puts between us. I push at him with both hands and he takes a reluctant step back, his gaze confused and intoxicated with lust.
When he sees me clasp the hem of my sweater he steps forward with a heated grin and grabs it, his hands closing over mine. He rips it off in one smooth motion and tosses it to the side. I barely have time to register the fabric going over my head before his mouth is back down on mine.
I’m powerless to resist the pull between us and I arch into him, my hands coming up to stroke his back as our mouths continue their mutual assault. Steam fills the bathroom around us and goes ignored as we grab at each other like we’ve gone feral.
When I part my legs even more and grab his ass to press him and his hard cock even closer against me, he utters a muttered curse and hastily shoves his briefs down his legs.
He reaches for and grips the top of my thighs, angling my center up towards him.
“I’m sorry, this wasn’t the plan,” he mutters, breathlessly. “But I have to have you. Right now.”
He rips my panties off and shoves two fingers into my tight heat. Having gone largely ignored the rest of the night, my pussy is so needy for him that he finds me completely drenched and ready.
“I don’t think you’ve ever been this wet,” he praises, his tone almost manic, his eyes certainly so. His fingers thrust in and out, the noises of our joining loud and sloppy. “I’m obsessed with your pussy, jailbait.”
“I’m not jailbait, you know. I’m eighteen,” I remind him between ragged gasps.
“Don’t remind me,” he growls angrily, his forehead coming down on mine. His lips find mine once more, kissing away the uncertainty that flashes through me at his words.
He pulls his fingers from me and quickly replaces them with the head of his cock. He tugs me until half of my ass hangs off the counter and my arms come to wrap around his neck for purchase. He pushes in slowly, taking his time. His invasion is continuous, his thick length spreading my walls to within an inch of bursting.
When he bottoms inside me, his head falls completely back as an animalistic groan rips from his mouth. Pressed against him like I am, I’m inches from his face and captivated by watching his teeth sink into his lower lip in rapturous agony. His Adam’s apple works as he swallows thickly.
When he lifts his head and opens his eyes to look down at me, they’re completely molten with lust. The color is one I don’t know, like the clearest ocean waters in the Maldives with patches of darkness hidden just beneath the surface.
“Hold on,” he warns through gritted teeth.
Tristan barely gives me a second to process the words before he pulls out and thrusts back in to the hilt. A shocked gasp falls from my lips and he captures it with his mouth.
He sets an insane pace, his hips pistoning back and forth inside me. I moan continuously, loudly, brokenly, into his mouth as his lips remain on mine. I’m chanting my pleasure, my soreness, as he fucks me roughly. His cock takes what we both need even as his hands are gentle. One weaves into my hair, cupping my nape to angle me into his mouth. The other rubs circles on my hip with his thumb.
My own nails rake down his back, extracting another groan from him. He pulls back and hisses when they dig into his flesh, leaving marks I know will be there for the foreseeable future. The hand in my hair moves to my throat and we stare at each other breathlessly as he continues powering inside me.
“I love how well you take me,” he mutters.
I clench around him at his words and his abs contract in response.
“Fuck, that feels good,” Tristan moans, falling forward and draping his chest over me. I clutch him against me with both arms, holding on in the only way I know how to.
“So good,” I breathe, clenching around him again. A powerful shudder racks his body and leaves goosebumps in his wake. His back moves under the effort of holding it together.
The sounds of his hips slapping against my center and our feverish moans ring lewdly around us. The steam is thick and combined with the potent arousal swirling in the closed space, I feel like I can barely catch my breath.
A tidal wave builds inside me, threatening to drown me. My skin feels like it’s sizzling, my every nerve ending attuned to how this man fucks me. I clench around Tristan’s cock repeatedly, my pace matching the frantic nature of his until I can feel that we’re both on the edge. I’m nearly blinded with lust, my brain completely addled.
He straightens and wraps my legs around his waist so that I’m half laying on the counter. My hands reach back behind me for purchase, my palms leaving harried stamps of my presence on the steamed glass.
I’m fighting the need to come so I can draw this out more, but when his thumb comes down to roughly circle my clit, there’s nothing I can do. I’m lost to the sensations, to the fifty-foot tidal wave rising, rising, rising right above my head, and finally cresting.
My orgasm hits me with such force that my screams come out more as howls. I clamp down so hard on Tristan that I feel stabs of pain shoot up my walls. There’s nothing I can do except ride the wave and hope I’ll survive. My walls pulse violently around him until it feels like I suck his own orgasm out of him.
He follows my release with his own, coming with a loud cry, shouted praise, and undefinable, garbled pleasure. Hot jets of his seed spurt inside me and coat the walls of my pussy.
His climax feels like it lasts long minutes as we both pant, his face burrowed into my neck. I feel him place wet kisses on my collarbone, the column of my neck, the sensitive area behind my ear. He moves to the line of my jaw, the tip of my nose, the curve of my lips. He’s smothering me with kisses and it’s overwhelming.
Finally, he pulls out. My entire body is sore and I can’t move. I think I could easily fall asleep even in this twisted up position if it weren’t for him.
