Arousal, irritation, and lust in equal measure.
I want to punch him right in his stupid face for being a surly, controlling asshole, but at the same time, I want to keep kissing him. It stokes that fire in me, and I groan into his mouth as we crash around the small locker room, stumbling into walls and barely avoiding tripping over the benches.
Sloan kicks over a trash can as we pass but doesn’t stop to look. He has his hands on my lower back, and then they slide lower down to my ass, gripping hard through the thin material of my dress and panties, fingers digging in like he’s staking his claim. At the same time, he bites down on my lower lip, tugging on it a bit, drawing pleasure like a sharp line through me as I gasp and arch closer against him.
I moan deeply before backing him up against the side of a locker and leaning up onto my toes to kiss him even harder, chasing his tongue with my own and teasing it until I can feel the tension in him ratchet up even higher.
He growls under his breath. We’re both breathing hard, but neither of us seems to care very much about that, and neither of us is backing down either. It’s not in our natures.
And for better or for worse, that translates to being really fucking hot in this scenario.
Sloan flips our positions, slamming me hard into the wall as his kisses trail from my mouth down to my neck. I can’t help the gasp that spills from my lips, both from being pushed so hard and the way his mouth lights up the skin of my neck like electricity right there on the surface.
I’m wet. I can feel arousal soaking the crotch of my panties. Just his hands on me, his mouth on mine and on my neck have me already panting and hungry for more, and there’s no hiding that.
When I look down Sloan’s body, he can’t hide his arousal either. His cock is already tenting his pants, and I want to grind against him and feel how big he is.
Sloan, in typical fashion, doesn’t give me the chance. He kisses his way back up to my mouth, capturing it in another searing kiss that I can feel all the way to my fucking toes. He grabs my upper arms and hauls me over to the corner of the room where there’s a sink built into a counter with a small, dingy mirror above it.
Before I can say anything, he pushes me over the counter so my ass is out and on display for him. With no shoes on, I have to go onto my toes slightly to keep the cheap plastic material of the counter from digging into my belly, and I know that puts my ass up even more in his line of sight.
“Fuck.” Sloan swears under his breath, his voice harsh and ragged. When I glance up into the mirror, I can see him behind me, staring a hole through the back of my dress.
He wastes no time from there. His big hands find the hem of my dress, and he shoves it up over my ass, baring it all for him.
“Fuck,” he says again, and this time he sounds angrier, but like he can’t tell if he’s mad at himself or mad at me. The muscles in his cheeks ripple as he clenches his jaw. “You have no fucking idea what you did to me. Seeing you rolling around up there, ass out. You got me so fucking hard.”
He’s put out about it, clearly, but even the pissed off tone of his voice can’t negate how hot it is to hear him say shit like that.
The low growl of his voice washes over me, almost like something tangible, and I can imagine him sitting in his chair glaring daggers at me while trying to hide how turned on he is. It’s a hot image, if I’m being honest.
I swallow hard, but I’m never one to let a situation get out of my control. I’m not going to go to pieces just because of some dirty talk.
“Is that what your problem is? I thought you were so pissed off about my ass hanging out because it was unladylike or some shit,” I taunt him. “Turns out, you just couldn’t handle seeing it and were about to come in your pants like a fucking teenager.”
Despite my rude words, my voice is strained, and I know he can hear how close I am to unraveling. All my calm collectedness—as little as I had to begin with—has flown out the window, and all I want is
for him to touch me or fuck me or something.
I won’t beg for it, but it’s on the tip of my tongue to tell him to get on with it, because being bent over and on display the way I am is doing nothing but turning me on more.
Sloan just snorts at my taunt, not seeming to give a single shit about what I have to say. He’s staring with single-minded intensity at my ass, and I’m sure with the way my legs are spread to keep my balance, he has a great view of how wet my pussy is through my panties.
He groans. I’ve never heard anyone make a groan sound pissed off before, but Sloan has a talent for that shit, clearly. He drops down behind me, disappearing from the mirror, and I feel his fingers tugging my panties down so they wrap around my knees.
I hold my breath, and when those fingers probe at my wet pussy and spread the folds so he can have a better view, I suck in a lungful of air, immediately getting wetter.
There’s one last muted curse from Sloan, and then he dives in, the flat of his tongue licking a searing hot line against my pussy.
He holds on to my thighs in a grip like iron, and I couldn’t get away from him even if I wanted to. With him behind me and the sink in front of me, I’m trapped, and there’s nothing to do but let him have what he wants.
What we both want, at this point.
His mouth is hot and wet, but not as wet as I am for him. He uses that grip to keep my legs open, and the panties around my knees won’t let me spread them any wider. So I have to take what I can get, but I’m not complaining. Especially when Sloan slows his licking, teasing the edges of my entrance with the tip of his tongue in a way that sends shocks of pleasure through me.
I glance up, and I’m met with my own reflection.
My hair is a mess from the fight and the kissing, and I have to blow strands of it out of my face. My eyes are dark, an almost emerald green from the lust working its way through my body, and when Sloan trails his way down to flick his tongue against my clit, my lips part.