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The lust his words create surpass my annoyance at him ripping my fishnets, but I make a mental note to make him buy me new ones at a later date. A cool breeze blows over my ass as he lifts the sheet to expose me at the same time as he yanks my panties down. Baylor wastes no time, quickly meeting his promise by plunging two fingers in my cunt. My back arches as I make a sound somewhere between a gasp and moan.
He hums his approval, thrusting his fingers in and out of me. “Already so wet for me, Torryn.”
“Just fuck me, Levine,” I snap, but it suspiciously sounds more like a beg. “And take off that stupid hat,” I add, a small note of amusement in the demand. The yellow hat made to looklike French fries hits the floor a moment before the sound of his zipper being undone fills the small bathroom.
Baylor’s large hands grip my ass cheeks and spread them. “God, you’re so perfect,” he murmurs, and slams into me. I moan as he takes me in one hard thrust, bottoming out almost immediately and slowly pulling back.
“Fuck,” he curses. “You feel even better than usual, Tor. So hot and wet.” My pussy tightens around him, loving his words and needing to be fucked exactly the way he promised. Fast, hard, and dirty. A desperate need for it rising higher with every moment since his fingers started teasing my thighs.
“Oh shit.” He freezes. “Oh, fucking shit.” I look up in the mirror to find equal doses of lust and panic on his face. “I don’t have a condom.”
My mouth drops open in surprise. I hadn’t even stopped to think about it. I’ve never done that before.
“I swear on my life, I’m clean, Torryn.” Never in a million years would I take a guy at his word, especially when he’s already balls deep inside me. But, I have this nagging sensation that I can trust Baylor. “I haven’t gone bareback with anyone since I was a stupid kid in high school and thought I was invincible,” he rambles. “One pregnancy scare and that thought was smashed to pieces.” He laughs nervously, and groans as we both feel him move inside me. His voice drops to a whisper. “We get tested pretty often and you’re the only person I’ve been with since our last test.”
I nod my acceptance. “I’m clean too,” I promise. “And on birth control.” I hesitate. I know women who’ve gotten pregnant even while on the pill. How good have I been about taking it lately? Pretty good… Ispretty goodgood enough though? I chew on my lip. “But pull and pray, yeah?” There is no room in my life for babies right now. Not for a long ass time.
His body relaxes, his dick twitching inside of me, making me clamp down on him. “Just this once,” he says, pulling out almost all the way.
“Just this once,” I agree, my fingers wrapping around the edge of the counter to keep me balanced. His cock drives back into me, stealing the breath from my lungs and my sunglasses fall from my face and into the sink. Baylor laughs as he does it again.
“I like fucking you with the reminder of what you are painted across your back,” he says, just before gripping the sheet and ripping it from my body. My flushed face stares back at me in the mirror, my long dark hair more mussed than the worst case of bed head I’ve ever seen. “But I want to see your face and those pretty tits as I fuck your pussy raw with no barrier between us for the first time,” he growls in my ear, punctuating each word with a sharp thrust of his hips.
One hand grips my breast almost to the point of pain and I come damn near to screaming his name when he plucks and twists my nipple to the same tempo of his snapping hips. His hard cock stretching me in the most delicious of ways and hitting that point inside me that sends all my nerve endings into a frenzy.
“So close,” I groan and his hand leaves my breast and travels down to my clit, teasing the sensitive bundle.
“Come for me, baby,” he whispers, his warm hazel eyes usually more golden than brown darkening as he meets mine in the mirror. The edge in his voice lets me know he’s just as close as I am. “Don’t look away,” he says and it almost sounds like a plea. I keep my eyes open, locked on his, watching the pleasure and satisfaction over his face as I cry out, my pussy pulsing with each wave of my orgasm.
Baylor fucks me through it, drawing my orgasm out until my body is shaking and my body finally relaxes. He thrusts onemore time before cursing and pulling out. Warm jets of come hit my ass and back and his moan makes me smile as I pant, trying to catch my breath.
“Fuck, you look good like this.”
I smirk looking over my shoulder at him. “You better clean your mess up.” His hand smacks down against my almost bare ass, reminding me about how he tore my tights even as I hiss. “And buy me new fishnets too.” I wear these to work pretty often.
He chuckles, massaging the sting out of my ass. “Only if you promise I can rip them again.” I shudder, but just flip him off.
Baylor’s eyes drop and a guilty expression passes his face as he picks up my sheet. “May have missed a bit,” he admits and I see what he’s talking about.
“Dammit, Baylor. There was one place to keep your come away from.” He rolls his lips, fighting a smile and I roll my eyes. “Fine, two places.”
He shrugs his shoulders. “Well, technically, you could argue it makes your costume more authentic.”
I slam my hand against his chest. “I’m not walking around with your jizz on my costume.” Fucking caveman. He lifts his shoulder in another shrug, but bunches the ripped up sheet in his hands and uses it to clean up the rest of the mess he made before tossing it in the trash. I watch it unamused, crossing my arms in front of my chest in a way that pushes my bare tits together. “Just fuck clothes then?”
Baylor scoffs, but I’m not sure if it’s because he doesn't think I’d walk out of here this way, or because he would never let me. He doesn’t stop to explain, just pulls off his red shirt with the giant M on the front and pulls it over my head. I slip my arms through the sleeves and adjust over my frame and take a look in the mirror. By the time I glance up, Baylor is smirking and standing at my side, that stupid French fry hat back on his head.
“Now we’re twins.” He grins at me in the mirror and I can’t help but chuckle at the turns of events.
We both turn to walk out of the bathroom and find a line of people waiting just outside, making Baylor laugh a little harder. I can’t quite hide the way my lips curl up into a smug smile either. There’s no way they didn’t hear us, but if I was unsure, the knowing looks and eyes tracing over my costume change and Baylor’s lack of shirt sure as fuck would give it away.
“Are you kidding me?” Isla drawls exasperated. “We’ve been here like twenty minutes.” Wells shakes his head behind her and his lips twitch as he meets his best friend’s eyes. “That might be a record for you, Tor.”
We follow the two of them back into the kitchen where Isla pours us both drinks and hands them over while she catches us up on what all the other hockey guys have dressed up as. Baylor and I trade looks. We definitely didn’t miss much, but neither of us says anything and I hide my smile behind my cup.
Leaning against the counter, Baylor tugs me into his side, his hand tugging on the hem of his shirt that only hits a couple inches below my ass. “You know the best part about this costume change?” he whispers in my ear.
I don’t respond, just tilt my head in question as a new group walks into the house, causing a commotion. His hand slips under the shirt and I shift on my feet, spreading my legs to give him more room as his fingers find my opening. “Still has easy access,” he growls, teasing me with his fingertips. The laughter that explodes in the kitchen as the hockey freshmen walk in tall and proud in their Disney Princess outfits covers up the small moan that slips free when Baylor brushes against my clit. No one hears it except my best friend with a knowing look and familiar gleam in her eye as she follows to the place where Baylor’s hand disappears, and Wells whose eyes are locked on her.
