“No plans to stop, Maggie,” he tells me, thrusting two fingers inside and curling them just so to hit the right spot. “Not until I feel you come on my lips, my tongue. Not until I taste you. That okay?”
“So very okay,” I answer, lying back and not caring that the faucet is digging into my back or that an earth-shattering orgasm could have me slamming my head into the mirror above me. My only thoughts are of JT and for JT.
Luckily, I’m not the only one with a one-track mind. Hedevours me, pulling me close and kissing my folds while fucking me with his fingers. It’s what I need, and I let it consume me.
My thighs tremble against his cheeks, but true to his word, he doesn’t stop. I’m out of words and out of breath. All I can do is moan and gasp as my pleasure builds.
He flicks his tongue across my clit two, three, four times as his fingers push inside me again and again. It’s all so good, so overwhelming. I could lie here for hours, but when his stubble brushes against my soft inner folds, I lose all control. The orgasm hits me with force, and I shatter against his face, crying out incoherent words and trying to stay in the moment as every nerve in my body jolts with electricity.
It takes me a moment to come back down to Earth, and when I do, JT is cupping my face and kissing me softly.
It’s messy, and it shouldn’t turn me on, but it does.
“That was so damn hot,” he says against my lips.
“I’d agree, but words might be failing me right now. If I’m not making any sense, it’s your fault.”
“I’ll wear that blame with pride.” His kisses are softer and lazier now, but no less potent. I get the feeling he’d be content to hold me like this all night, but I don’t have his patience. I prove that point by leaning forward and reaching for the waistband of his shorts. No shame in going after what you want, right?
I find him hard and ready for me, and there’s no doubt in my mind that I’m not leaving this bathroom until I’ve been well and truly fucked by Gym Shorts Hottie. Logical Me starts ranting and raving, but she’s been banished to the basement of my brain.
He looks up and scans the room, likely coming to the same conclusion I just have.
This is happening.
Only tonight. Only once.
But it’s happening.
JT takes a step back as he pulls me to a sitting position, steadying my hands on the ledge of the sink.
A second later, he drops his shorts, and I’m certain my jaw drops to the floor.
Damn. The boy is blessed. And if he’s half as good with his monster dick as he is with his lips and fingers, my night’s about to get even better.
His lips are curved in a half-smile and I have the feeling he knows exactly what I’m thinking.
He takes me by the hand and pulls me into his embrace. His kiss is sweet and almost reverent, even though that’s not what this is.
We’re fucking in a frat house bathroom. There’s no romance here.
And if I want romance, well, that’s my secret.
“I want you naked, Maggie. I need to see all of you.”
Before the words are finished, I reach around, unhook my bra, and let it fall to the floor.
“Fucking perfect.”
“You’re not so bad yourself,” I say, watching him pull the strip of sanitary tape off the bathtub. “Are we…”
“I want you, Maggie. And this is the cleanest, flattest surface in a two-mile radius.”
JT’s in the tub and though it’s a decent size, it’s no match for his muscular body. Is he a weightlifter? An underwear model? I don’t know, and I don’t feel like engaging in Career Day chitchat right now.
His head leans against the tile on one end while his feet are braced on the opposite end. His knees are bent, and his dick is hard.
That’s all the invitation I need.
