Watching her orgasm was like fucking walking up to the pearly gates and being forced to stand at the fence as your dreams frolicked among the clouds, just out of reach. I thirsted for her, ached to touch her again, to remember what it was to get swept up in her ecstasy. She was a drug I couldn't quit, and the bitch knew it.
Gods, I fucking hated her. And I loved her in the same breath.
Lilly St. Clair would be my inevitable downfall.
But tonight, I would be hers.
Two more minutes and two more settings passed up on the toy. I now stalked her as she crossed the room, practically salivating as I listened to her little whimpers as she waited just around the corner for someone to vacate the communal bathroom. I peered over at her, thirsty for a taste of the slick heat between her legs, watching like a fucking creep as she pressed the heel of her palm against her hungry, throbbing cunt, and rubbed it through the silk of her dress. The moans that slipped from her were two shades from carnally sinful and could easily put a porn star to shame. I took a moment to taunt her, turning it back down to a manageable level, pleased when she tensed instead of relaxed.
She'd always been an excellent hunter and could practically smell me near. But I wasn't done playing, and as she finally settled against the wall, tipping her head back in the false sense of calm I'd lulled her into, I jerked the button to the highestsetting, revving it back to life within her like a fucking hellspawn borne of the fires of Hades himself.
Her eyes shot open, and she bit her lip just the way I remembered, fighting back the scream I knew was on the tip of her tongue. I'd swallowed many such noises of hers as she fucked me like a wild mare. I could practically hear it now, echoing in my mind like a form of torture. She clutched the wall, panic setting in, nearly knocking over the man who slipped from the bathroom in her haste to get out of the public eye, and fast.
He paid me no mind as I slipped in behind her, pleased that she'd been in too much of a rush to lock the door.
Finding her after I'd locked it behind myself was easy. There was only one stall with a closed door, and I could see the point of her heels beneath the door, noticing the beautiful tips of her sharp talons as she clutched the top of the stall.
I didn't give her a second to breathe. I didn't bother to let her take that toy from her dripping cunt. I yanked the door wide open just as she sat on the lid of the toilet, watching as her eyes lifted to mine and realized who stood before her.
And instead of ripping out her claws and tearing into me like I'd expected, she lunged for me instead, yanking me down by the tie to fall to my knees before her. She slid that perfect little ass of hers to the edge of the seat, moaned like a fucking cat in heat, and spread her pretty little legs, baring that naked pussy to me as it dripped between her legs.
"Fucking take care of it, you bastard," she snarled, her hand shoving my head down to the place I'd been born to have it.
I didn't speak a fucking word, just tugged the little handle on the toy until it slipped out of her soaked pussy, clearing the way for me to replace it with my fingers and mouth. I thrust my tongue inside her, then brought it to the little bud of pleasure at the top of her folds, fucking her with three of my long digits like a man possessed. Her moans were drowned out by the noisesemanating from her womanhood, squelching and squirting and all sorts of carnal noises that did nothing to alleviate the raging fucking stiff cock in my pants. I wanted to be inside her, but right now, I wanted to watch her come, and I'd get what I wanted.
I always did. It was the only thing she truly hated about me.
"Fuck, Keehn," she groaned, her hands fisting in my hair, tugging it at the roots as she rode my fucking lips like a wanton bitch. I redoubled my efforts and was rewarded with a loud moan that no doubt could carry into the hallway, if anyone were around to hear it. "I fucking hate you."
"Feeling's mutual, sugar tits," I gasped, nipping her clit with a knowing smirk.
This was the game we played. We'd hate fuck, fall into bed with each other, and then go our separate ways like we hadn't just found the other missing half to our whole. She'd pretend she didn't want to give this up, and I'd pretend I was only here as a cop. We put on our dismissive faces and walked away from the best thing in our lives, day after day, week after week, month after month, until finally, we'd grown into this.
Whatever the fuckthiswas.
"Come on my tongue, you fucking slut," I growled against her pussy, flicking that sensitive spot inside her that never failed to send her over the edge. "Give me what I want, what you can never deny me. Come for me, Lilly."
She came with a scream, one she muffled with the back of her hand at the last second. Her other hand slapped against the wall, and her thighs shook around me as she came—hard—all over my fucking face. She made a mess of me and herself, and I did my best to lap it all up, cleaning her like a cat cleans the cream bowl. When she'd stopped shaking, I planted soft kisses against the inside of her thighs, marking her once more for my pleasure. I didn't look up at her, because if I did, I knew what I'd find on her face, and I wasn't ready to be so easily dismissed just yet.
But it was inevitable. It always was with Lilly.
The woman was an unstoppable but predictable force, and just like the seasons, I knew when she'd change her mood like I knew there would be rain tomorrow. I could feel it in my bones. She shoved me on my ass and stepped over me, not a word slipping from her mouth as she made her way out of the stall and over to the sinks, washing her hands like she hadn't just orgasmed on the bathroom toilet seat with a man between her legs while a party raged outside the doors.
Damn her and her ability to pretend this was nothing to her.
Damn Lilly St. James for taking up so much fucking space in my bleeding, traitorous heart.
"So isn't this where you demand I get out of your sight and never speak of this again?"
She met my eyes in the mirror, watching me rise to my feet and dust off the knees of my uniform pants. "This is where I say'fuck you'for doing that to me in the middle of a room full of people." Her eyes darted to the sink again and back up to mine. "I told you we're over. Have been for a long time now."
I snorted at her delusion. "Over? Someone who's over someone else doesn't put them on their knees to eat you out in a public bathroom stall. If you were over me, you wouldn't have let me put my fingers in that fucking hole of yours."
"Fuckingbastard?—"
"Stubbornbitch?—"
We snapped together like an overstretched rubber band, a tangle of arms and legs and tongues as I lifted the back of her dress while I gripped her hair and bent her backward, thankful for the flexibility she'd always possessed that came in handy now and again, and slid my tongue down her fucking throat. My free hand slipped my hard cock out of my pants, and I lined up at her fucking still-soaked hole, sliding home with a grunt of pleasure.
