Liar

Heat burned my cheeks, and I dropped my gaze as I pulled the toy from my opening.

“Don’t.” His voice cracked like a whip in the tiled room.

My eyes snapped back to his. He still stood there like a statue, and I had a moment of wondering if I’d imagined his command. Then his body relaxed in increments. His shoulders rolled back. His fists unclenched. His posture softened as he leaned back on the counter, and his lips quirked up on one side.

“Finish for me,” he ordered his voice like gravel. “Let me hear your whimpers while you make yourself come.”

My heart thundered, rushing blood to my core, creating a pulse so strong I ached to ease it. I slid the toy back inside and held it there, rolling my hips and pressing my thumb to my clit.

“Roll your nipples.”

Scooting my butt to the edge of the seat, I spread my legs wide and continued to fuck the toy, giving him the sounds he demanded. My hand slid up my body until it cupped my breast, my fingers moving to roll and tug the hard tip.

Each pinch pulled a cry from my parted lips, and I braced myself for the orgasm about to consume me.

“Tell me what you’re thinking.”

His voice was like a touch, vibrating across the space between us and rolling across my skin, bringing it to life.

“You,” I breathed. I managed to keep my eyes open and watched his fists clench around the counter, his jaw tight. “Inside me. Fucking me. Taking me. Consuming me.”

Just speaking about how much I wanted him was too much, and my body caved. My back arched as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over me. My cries rattled against the shower, mixing with the falling water like I was playing a symphony just for him.

My body slowly relaxed, and I tugged the toy from my still spasming pussy, but I didn’t move from my position on the bench. I held his stare, almost challenging him to make the next move.

“Come here.”

Victory sparked inside me, and I bit my lip to hold back the gloating smile. I stood and turned the water off before walking across the heated tile to him. I didn’t bother to grab a towel and dry off, just held his gaze, and strutted over. When I was almost pressed to where he still leaned against the counter, I lifted my hand, wanting to touch him.

Before I could get too far, his hand shot out and gripped my wrist like a shackle. The fast movement shocked me and had me frozen to the spot, eyes wide. The barely reined in desire behind his dark eyes broke free, and a slow smile spread across his lips.

It was the only warning I had before he swiftly tugged me forward, shifting our positions. He pressed me against the counter, facing the mirror, keeping my arm tugged up behind me, between us.

The soft fabric of his slacks rubbed against my bare skin as he pressed his hard length between the cheeks of my ass, fucking me softly. He held my stare in the mirror, daring me to fight him—to tell him to let me go, but that was the last thing I wanted. He could man-handle me all day.

He thought he needed to use kid-gloves with me, but I was ready to show him how much I wanted to take. The hand gripping my wrist pushed against my back, forcing me to bend over the counter. He let me go to grab a condom from his wallet, and my pulse thundered harder.

He was going to fuck me. This wasn’t foreplay. This was sex, and I was ready, on the verge of tears because I was so happy. I’d said I didn’t need him, and I wouldn’t chase him, but god, I hadn’t realized how much I’d needed this until I knew it was finally going to happen.

I looked at the stranger in the mirror. My eyes darkened like a raging ocean cresting flushed cheeks, damp from the steam of the shower. My lips were parted—my breaths escaping in puffs to fog the mirror in front of me.

I barely held back a moan when his knuckles brushed against my core so he could unbuckle his pants and slip the condom on. I wanted to push back against him, rub myself on him like a cat in heat, but he had me pinned firmly.

There was no warning before the fat head of his cock brushed my folds, and he pushed all the way in until his balls rested against my clit. He held himself there, his brow furrowed in concentration, his nostrils flared. I couldn’t stop myself. I wiggled to get some friction, and his eyes snapped open, a fierce stare telling me he had all control.

A hand snaked in my hair and gripped hard, tugging me until I was upright. My back was arched, my breasts thrust forward. I opened my lips for a witty taunt when he pulled out and began fucking me.