Her answering moan echoes loudly in the tiny bathroom.
“Now Ans, in order to play this little game of yours, you’re going to have to be quiet, or your boy toy will come in here and see that you are not on death’s door as you claimed.” She angles back and catches my eyes. I flash her a cheeky smile and nod toward the wall. “Lean back.”
She doesn’t, which is her typical M.O. I push at her chest a couple of times before she complies, leaning back against the mirror. She eases her legs from around my waist, plants her feet on the counter, straddling me.
Nodding my approval for finally doing what I asked, I smear her wetness around her clit using only my index finger. She arches at my touch, biting down on her lip to keep quiet. I increase the pressure, my finger gently circling her swollen nub.
“Von Bremen lines up the pitch, nods to Michaels, he winds, and a slider sinks…” I stop stroking her clit and force one finger inside, hitting her front wall. She jerks at my touch, her breaths coming in short spurts. “And delivers flawlessly into Michaels’ glove.”
Anniston is every guy’s wet dream. She’ll take dirty talk, but her favorite is baseball stats and plays. With my finger lodged deep inside her, I begin to stroke that rippled flesh than lines her front wall. My left hand applies pressure once again to the bundle of nerves that will have her compliant in a matter of seconds.
“He lines up, Von Bremen winds and delivers a sinker that some asshole hits…”
I shove a second finger in and continue the back and forth motion, her walls contracting and clamping down on my fingers. “Don’t you even think of coming,” I warn with a growl and thrust the third finger in, causing her to scream.
She grabs onto my shoulders and holds my eyes. Her bottom lip trembles in protest as she bites down hard to keep the screams at bay. When I hit her spot, her eyes glisten over and it looks like she is on the verge of crying. She’s not—I was really freaked out the first time it happened.
I continue stretching her walls from the inside while pushing down with my palm over her clit. She wiggles her bottom as she tries to shift out from under my onslaught but I readjust my hold to keep her still.
“You ready?”
She nods, her teeth sunk firmly into her lip, while her legs begin to shake around me. She’s close. I grasp behind her knee and lift to wrap her leg around my waist.
“Shh…” I remind her, holding my index finger to my lips and then taking a long, leisurely suck.
Her head falls back with the image of me sucking her juices just as I slam my dick bareback into her tight, hot pussy. “Fuck, that’s good.”
Anniston’s face burrows into my shoulder as she attempts to catch her breath. I pull back, only to thrust in deeper this time. Yanking on her legs, I slide her to the edge of the counter and thrust upwards into that space made just for me. The fucking space I was looking for with Sarah earlier.
“Oh, fuck,” I groan. It feels that fucking good, I can’t even use better vocabulary. Her fingernails dig deep into my shoulder as she smothers a scream in my shirt. More than likely she’s drawing blood. The vice grip she has on my dick is so tight I feel like it may cut off the blood flow. I’m going to come soon. Funny how that works. One girl can’t you get there, the other gets you there too fast.
“Stop clenching,” I hiss between gritted teeth.
“What’s the matter, Theo?” she gasps. “Leave all your stamina on the field today?”
That’s it—I thrust into her damn near violently, effectively shutting up that sarcastic mouth. She growls, biting down on my nipple through my shirt. “Dammit!” I scold.
“Make me come then!” she demands, clenching around me so hard this time it causes my knees to drop a little. I have to lean against the vanity for support while she grins victoriously, silently mocking me from her position. It takes me a minute to catch my breath and focus on not coming.
Control regained, I’m now pissed at her use of underhanded tactics. With an almost growl, I reach up and press down on her landing strip, right above the pelvic bone, increasing pressure. I lift her right leg over my shoulder, using the other one for leverage, and plow the fucking shit out of this little cocktease.
She squirms and writhes beneath me, grinds out, “It’s too much. Not here, Theo.”
Sweat is running down my back but I keep up the pace. “You can take it. You are going to come all over my dick. Do you understand me? You are going to fucking soak me!”
Her sweat-sheened face takes on a panicked look. She prefers not to have a G-spot orgasm anywhere but home. It can get downright messy but in this case, seeing her struggle, on the brink of a mind-blowing orgasm, it’s totally acceptable.
Grabbing everywhere her hands can take purchase, she screams breathlessly, “No Theo!”
I let her scream her objections. One, because I can’t move my hands, otherwise I will lose the pressure points and kill her momentum, and two, because I love the sound of her screams. Her knees are trembling in uncontrolled movements, her pussy pulsing in a rhythmic motion. If she doesn’t come soon, I will.
I kiss her mouth, speaking calmly. “Come on, baby. Let go. Let go for me.”
She grabs on to my head, keeping me from looking at her face. “It’s too much!”
“It’s okay,” I tell her. “Let go.”
I add a little more pressure and she tightens so powerfully around my dick that I swear she might break it off.
