Starting at her clit, I tickled at it for a moment, drawing a full-body shudder from her before I dragged my tongue up over her wet hole.
I dipped my tongue inside.
Once.
Twice.
Over and over until she was forcing herself back on my face.
Her wetness covered my mouth, and I dragged it up even further to her tight little hole, it was just a passing brush, but the curse that left her pouty lips was so fucking worth it. “Fuck.”
I chuckled, moving swiftly back to her clit, burying my face in her pussy as I attacked the tiny bud with my tongue.
Her legs shook, her skin warming as her blood pumped faster, her heart rating growing as she inched toward her orgasm. She gripped the edge of the sink, grinding her hips against my face while trying not to look like she was about to come so fucking hard every asshole in his place would know. “Shotgun! Holy shit,” she hissed, her head hanging down. “Oh God.”
She lifted up on her toes, and I chased her, not about to let her escape so I couldn’t draw her pleasure out for as long as fucking possible.
Because that was what I loved. Pushing her further and further to places she’d never been, never even thought of going before.
The whole-body shudder that traveled through her when she came was one of the hardest I’d ever seen, the tremble working its way like a rolling wave up her body as it built to its peak, then falling back through her as the relief finally gave way, and the pleasure hit her like a freight train.
Only, there was no sound.
Kissing across the back of her thighs, I made my way over the curve of her ass, undoing my jeans and letting them fall as I worked my way up. I placed my hands on either side of her again, smirking at the sight of her bent over the sink, hiding beneath the tall bar, her shirt pulled right up to her mouth so she could bite down on the scrunched-up fabric.
“Stay just like that,” I ordered, standing a little taller. “All right, everyone get the fuck out. Now.”
The couple of guys left in the bar moved quickly, their chairs scraping the wooden floors as they hurried to the door.
Crush peeked through, looking around. “That everyone?”
“Yeah,” I answered, my hand moving beneath the bar, out of his vision. I pulled her breasts from the cups of her bra, letting them tumble out, my fingers tugging at each nipple, earning me a quiet groan. “Lock the door.”
Crush raised his brow. “Did Avery leave?”
“No.”
The confused look turned into laughter, and he stepped out with no more questions, closing the door and locking it behind him. And knowing my brother, he’d hang around, not too close, but close enough to keep anyone from hearing anything they shouldn’t.
Though, right now, I was happy to run with this theme, finding it fucking hot the way Avery was fighting to keep silent. Gagging herself because she so badly wanted the pleasure but wasn’t ready to let the world hear her take it.
“You want to be fucked, baby?” I asked her, pressing my cock forward, so it slipped through her folds from behind, the head bumping against her already sensitive clit.
She gasped and pushed her hips back, moving in time with me as I pulled back and did the same again. When her hips started moving more enthusiastically, I stood there, watching as she let my dick tease her, no doubt hoping that the friction on her clit wouldn’t take much to send her over that edge a second time.
She spat the shirt from her mouth, and the whisper-soft moan that fell from those fucking perfect lips had me instantly changing speed. I fisted my cock in my hands, lifting it slightly so the next time she pushed back…
“Goddd… yes,” she murmured, gasping as I jerked my hips forward just a little and hit home. “Please.”
I didn’t move, holding it there. “I dunno, you did a pretty good fucking job just now, trying to get yourself off, so let’s see if you really can. Ride me.” My hand came down hard across her ass cheek, and she threw her head back, no longer trying to stifle her moans.
I shuffled back and braced myself against the bar behind me, my fingers digging into those curved hips. They chased me, refusing to let my cock go.
With her ass out, she used the edge of the sink now as leverage instead of something to keep her on her feet.
She pulled and pushed against it.
Fucking me.
Hard.
The girl could fucking ride when she knew what she wanted. “Fuck, yes,” I growled, slapping her ass, one sharp smack on either side. That sting of pain heightening all her nerves, making her move faster, want it more. “You want it, you gotta fucking take it.”
“I want it,” she rasped, one hand slipping down between her legs. The second she touched her clit, her whole pussy tightened. Whether it was still delicate from her last orgasm, or the build of her next was already so fucking close, I didn’t care. It was like having a vice tighten around me, tugging hard, pulling at my dick.
“Fuck,” I cursed, feeling my balls begin to tighten.
It never fucking took long with this woman.
Her touch made me want to come.
Her voice.
Her fucking smell.
There was something about her I’d never found in other women. Maybe it was how I fucking got off on seeing her happy, seeing her in utter bliss. I fucking loved it. She deserved that shit more than she thought she did, and I loved being the one to help her get there.
“I wanna come. Please make me come, Shotgun,” she pleaded, needing it so desperately but not quite able to get herself over that hurdle.
I forced her forward, this time, her hips pressed into the counter, lifting one of her legs onto it as well. Then I grabbed a fistful of her hair, pulling it back just hard enough to create that bite she fucking loved as I pounded my cock hard and fast inside her.
She pinched at her nipple with one hand while the other was braced on the counter.
“Yes! Oh, God…” She groaned loudly as her orgasm hit her hard, and she struggled to hold herself up, a wave of satisfaction and bliss sweeping through her. Her pussy pulsated, strangling my cock as I pounded harder and faster. The tension in my balls built fast, and I could feel them tightening, ready to explode.
“Fuck!” I gasped and slammed forward with one last, powerful thrust, filling her with cum. “Damn,” I growled as my whole body shuddered, shockwaves from her orgasm still tightening around my length and drawing every fucking thing out of me, refusing to let go.
When the shudder going up my spine finally eased, and I stopped hearing my heart racing in my ears, I lowered her leg to the floor and slipped out of her. My lips trailed down her neck, my hands holding her hips because her body was still unsteady.
But the best kind of fucking unsteady.
She turned her head and grabbed the back of my neck, pulling me forward so she could claim my mouth. Her tongue ran along the seam of my lips, begging for entrance, and I happily obliged. I had no doubt she could taste herself on my tongue as we battled inside my mouth, but she never complained. Her kiss grew deeper as she explored.
A smirk on my face, I finally took a step back, brushing my hand over my forehead, my skin covered in a light sheen of sweat. “That’s a sexy shot.” I chuckled, folding my arms across my chest as I took in her ass cheeks highlighted with my handprints and cum dripping down her legs. “Fucking sexy.”
“You made the mess,” she noted, nodding to said mess. “You clean it up.”