I can’t help but grin back at him. “Shut up and fuck me already.”
His eyes sparkle like I’m some kind of magical gift to men. “Yes, ma’am.”
He doesn’t hesitate, tearing his fingers free from my cunt before taking his cock and guiding it to my entrance. I feel his tip there for just a moment, swiping through my wetness before finally thrusting inside. He fills me with ease, stretching my walls around his sheer size, and I throw my head back as the intense pleasure rocks through my body. “Holy shit.”
His whole body shudders, and he lowers his forehead to my shoulder, needing a moment. “Damn, baby. You really are a fucking devil.”
He finally starts to move, rolling his hips back and fucking me just the way I need, and with each powerful thrust, I get closer and closer to the edge. His gaze sails over my body, glancing down between us and watching the way his cock glistens with my wetness.
“Fuck, we look good together,” he mutters through a clenched jaw as his fingers dig into my hip, both of us barely holding on.
I go to respond when his brows furrow, looking a little too closely. “Wait. This tattoo. I’ve seen this before,” he says, placing his thumb over the small heart tattoo low on my pelvis.
Shit.
Humiliation washes through me. It’s not the first time I’ve accidentally screwed someone I’ve already had a wild one-night stand with and forgotten until it was already too late. But surely I haven’t made that mistake again. “Fuck. Don’t tell me we’ve done this before.”
“No,” he laughs. “I would have remembered fucking you. It’s just . . . something familiar about this—Oh SHIT! You’re the live-waxing girl.”
Oh my fucking God.
He howls with laughter, but there’s something sincere about it. He’s not laughingatme, but at the situation. “Shit. That was insane. Best”—he thrusts—“two minutes of livestreaming I’ve ever watched.”
He changes the angle of his hips and takes me so much deeper, leaving me gasping for air. I clutch his big shoulder, my nails leaving little half-moons in his tanned skin. “Tell me”—I gasp—“that you didn’t just recognize me from my pussy and not my face.”
He grins back at me. “To be fair, your face was only shown for like . . . a second.”
“Oh my god. This is humiliating.”
“Nah, baby. You’re good,” he says, his breath coming in just as hard as mine. “I’m honored that I get to be the man the infamous livestreaming girl allowed to fuck her up against a bathroom stall.”
“College really doesn’t get better than this, huh?”
He laughs before his free hand curls around the base of my throat, sending shockwaves sailing through my body. My pussy clenches around his thick cock and he grins as he meets my eyes. “You like that, huh?”
All I can do is grin back at him and let him see the wild thrill in my eyes.
“Well fuck. What kind of magical land did you come from?”
I roll my eyes, liking this guy more and more. “What’s your name?”
“Zephyr.”
“As in ‘The Zephyr Song’ by Red Hot Chili Peppers?”
“Ha. I wish. That would be a cooler story,” he says, rolling those skilled hips back and thrusting into me once again, bringing me that much closer to the edge, and honestly, I don’t think I’ve got much left in me. “My mother had a thing for Greek mythology. Plus, my father’s Greek, so I suppose I was doomed to end up with a name like Zeph.”
Oooh. So he’s Greek. I can get down with that. No wonder he knows how to fuck. I find the Greek are always good when it comes to putting it down. “Zephyr is the God of air, right?”
“Close. God of wind.”
“Ahh, you know I have a friend who’s all about wind.”
He arches a brow. “Oh yeah? Is she as wild as you are?”
“You could say that,” I breathe, having to clutch onto him tighter as my pussy begins throbbing for release, so fucking close to exploding. “I’m Tilly, by the way.”
“More than a pleasure to meet you, Tilly.”
