I hold onto the back of his neck so I have an anchor. I’m standing on the ball of one foot. I can see the latex ring at the base of his cock in the reflection. And his balls. They’re pulled up tight. There’s also a long, pale scar on the inside of his thigh.
That’s definitely not my point of focus, though. This position is almost reminiscent of a figure-skating pose. Except we’re naked and his massive, fabulous cock is inside me, which definitely wouldn’t happen on the ice.
Randy’s one coordinated man, because he’s able to roll my marble and hold me up while still thrusting. It’s insane. And hot.
So of course I come. It’s the apocalypse of orgasms. I moan so loudly I have to cover my mouth with my hand. Otherwise I’m concerned anyone walking by in the hall might think I’m being murdered.
Randy stops with the magical genie clit rubbing and moves my hand away from my mouth. “No fuckin’ way. I wanna hear you come as much as I wanna watch. Make those fingers useful.”
I’m not sure whether to be a snarky bitch or even more turned on. I’m mostly the latter. “People might hear me.”
“Like I care who hears you.”
He shifts until my knee rests on top of the vanity. Then he reaches over and slams the door. “Now you can make all the noise I want.”
He guides my hand between my legs, encouraging me to take over the rolling of the marble. It takes me all of half a minute to have another orgasm. He goes back to the aggressive, heavy thrusting, and I keep rubbing and trying not to scream his name or feed his ego more than I already have.
I don’t know how it’s possible for him to pick up speed, or momentum, but he does. The vanity starts to creak with each frantic thrust. I come again and give up the marble rolling, bracing a hand on the mirror instead. I’ll definitely leave a juicy handprint behind. Which I’m sure Randy will love.
“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” His head drops against my shoulder, and he bites his way across my neck. “All night long, Lily. I’m gonna be inside you every fucking minute you’re here with me.”
“Sounds like a good time.” I say, and then, because I can’t help myself, “But it’ll probably get a little awkward when we’re sleeping.”
“So fucking cheeky.” This time he uses more teeth, and I gasp. A smile tips his mouth, but it’s brief. He’s too close to coming to make more jokes.
He circles his hips, and the hand splayed across my chest comes up a little higher, resting below the base of my throat. “Your mouth, Lily. I want it.”
I turn my head and he kisses me, going deep. His other hand drops low, cupping me. He makes the same sound he did last time he came. So I fall down the rabbit hole again with him.
We’re both breathing like we’ve been running from the cops. And we’re sweaty. I’d be grossed out, but I’m too orgasm-saturated to care.
Randy carefully lifts my leg down from the vanity. I attempt to use the counter to help brace myself, but we’ve definitely done some damage. It’s pulling away from the wall. And it’s on an angle.
I hold on to his arm. My legs are seriously unsteady after that thorough fucking.
“Look what you did.” I push the vanity with one finger, and it wobbles.
“Look what I did? Look what you did.” He jiggles it. It sounds like drywall chunks hitting the floor. And possibly a tile.
“Stop! You’re going to make it break! How will you explain that?”
“Why am I explaining it? It’s your fault.”
“My fault? How is it my fault? You’re the one who busted in here on me. How did that happen anyway? I locked it! Were you some kind of juvenile delinquent as a kid? Are those your prison tats?”
He laughs.
“Stop!”
He takes my chin between his thumb and finger, tilting up. “You’re so cute I can’t even stand it.”
“I am not cute.” I push his hand away. He lets go, turns around, and pulls up his pants. He’s all tucked inside and hidden away when he swings back around, though his boxer briefs sit low and his pants are still undone.
He’s got what could possibly be an appendectomy scar, but it seems like the wrong place for that. He tosses the used condom in the garbage. Then reaches around me to turn on the tap, pinning me against the vanity.
“And you’re also sexy, so you shouldn’t be too upset about being cute.”
“Cute is for pink tutus and puppies, not grown women.”
“Mmm. I see.” He finishes washing his hands and takes my face between his wet palms.
“Ah! What the hell, Randy!”
He doesn’t answer, just kisses me while he smiles. I stop fighting against him and go with it, even though he’s making my face wet. He leans in, and the vanity cracks loudly. “You can’t tell me that was anything but ten-out-of-ten sex.”