“You could try. Just remember that I’ll post those videos if you do. Even if I’m in jail, my cousins will get access to them.”
“You’re the most infuriating man I have ever met!”
“And you’re the most infuriating woman I’ve ever met.” He tosses the serving tray down onto the bathroom counter with a loudclang.
“Me? What have I done?” I ask. “Besides my job of prosecuting criminals.”
“You just exist,” he says with a wave of his arm toward me.
“You hate me for existing?”
“I didn’t say I hate you. I said you’re infuriating. You’re all I think about now, and it’s driving me fucking insane.”
Wow. The comment catches me off-guard. I’m certain I must’ve misunderstood. He probably means he thinks about hurting me all the time, not like in the sweet way. Nothing about this man could ever be considered sweet.
“I never gave a shit about kissing women before — well, on the lips that is — but I regret not kissing you.”
“Try it and I’ll bite off your tongue.”
He grins at me like I just made his day. “What has my tongue ever done to you, other than make you scream and squirm?”
A flush spreads over me from head to toe at the blatant reminder of being restrained in that damn swing, completely at his mercy, while he devoured me. I’d never felt so out of control but oddly free. Free to just feel rather than overthink every little detail.
That’s the only reason the night was memorable for me.
“How about we make a deal? If I kiss you and don’t lose any part of my tongue, I’ll take you into that stall and fuck you with it.” He pulls a container of breath mints from his pocket, popping one in his mouth. He then holds out the circular plastic, offering them to me. I shake my head, declining since I haven’t touched any of the food here. Not that I plan on kissing him back if that’s what he’s about to do. No. He can’t actually be serious…
“Someone might walk in —” I start to say when he grabs my arm, wrenching it behind my back and urging me into the closest stall. It’s the handicap one which makes it better and worse before he spins me around and slams his lips against mine, pressing me against the door with his hard body.
Is this actually our first kiss? Because it feels like we’ve done this before as our heads tilt in that perfect way to deepen it. And when his wet tongue slides along the seam of my lips, I open for him, moaning at the feeling of his rough, urgent penetration of my mouth, his possessive hands gripping my hips. It reminds me of his prodding fingers and how he shoved his tongue into another part of me as deep as it’d go.
A few tantalizing strokes later, he pulls back. “Hold this for me.” And then passes his breath mint to my mouth before he tugs up the front of my long dress, revealing all of me to him.
“Those little blue panties are killing me,” he remarks as his gaze locks on them. He swipes a finger over the crotch and along the satin material, grinning when he feels the dampness through them. “You’re awfully wet for a man who infuriates you.”
“And you’re awfully hard for a woman who infuriates you,” I point out with a nod to his erection protruding from his snug pants.
“You going to get on your knees and do something about it?”
I shake my head. “God, no.”
“No? So, this is a one-way street tonight? Fine. Hold this.” He takes my hands and places each on the bundle of fabric. “Keep your dress up or I’ll stop,” he warns as he runs a finger along the front waistband of my panties before hooking it inside and jerking them down my legs.
As soon as I kick them off, he picks them up and shoves them into my freaking mouth. I spit them out, and he laughs.“Now, they’re mine,” he announces as he pockets them. Then, he mutters, “I’m not kneeling on this dirty floor.”
“So then how —” I start to ask before his palms reach for my bare bottom, hefting me up his body until my legs are thrown over his shoulders with my back resting in the corner of the stall. I throw a hand out, grabbing for the top of the door a second before his tongue enters me.
“Oh, shit!” I gasp as I throw my head back. Remembering we’re in a public restroom, I bite down on my lip as he tastes me. His entire face presses between my legs in such a way I’m not sure how he’s getting any oxygen.
His palms grab my ass cheeks and spread them as far apart as they’ll go, opening me to him. The graze of his nose on my clit nearly sets me off. I tighten my grip on the top of the stall door when he licks me up and down a few teasing times before finally fluttering the tip over that needy bundle of nerves.
I swear I come harder than ever before, gushing all over his face as the shudders of pleasure wrack my body. I can’t even be self-conscious about how I’m soaking his face because it feels too good.
And Tristan doesn’t stop at just one orgasm. Like the other night, he laps at me, kisses, and sucks my clit until my thighs tremble around his head once more.
Tristan
Kirsten is out like a light after the second time she comes on my tongue. The first time she flooded my face, her juices running down my chin before I could lick it all up.
