Instead, I turned away from Darren and (sexily!) walked back toward the vanity, making sure my hips swayed, even as I grimaced. I could feel his eyes trailing over me from head to toe, and I wanted to make sure he liked what he saw.
But damn, women were so lucky they didn’t get boners in skirts.
“You know, I can see your reflection in the mirror.” He sounded amused. “Are you in pain? Or are you trying to do an impression of a disgruntled old man?”
I made sure any face he saw then was pure bitch face. “You try having a hard-on in a skirt.”
“I almost did,” he said, pushing himself up off the floor. “You looked good at the auction.”
I flashed a razor-sharp smile over my shoulder. “I always look—” But the witty rejoinder died on my lips at the sight of him. His jeans were still undone, the sharp V of his stomach and waistline just above his briefs, where his dick was still obviously hard, the sight of it almost making me want to drop to my knees and take it into my mouth again.
He moved toward me then as I turned back around, bending over the vanity, opening my makeup case and rooting around until I found a spare condom or two, and a few single-use packets of lube. I was like a Boy Scout in that I was always prepared. The difference here being was that I was always prepared for a good bout of homo jock fucking.
“You were saying?” he asked, sounding smug once again. He pressed up against me, lips at the back of my neck. In the heels, I was taller than he was, giving myself more leverage over him, as if I needed any more. I wasn’t blind to the fact that while I enjoyed fucking someone, I preferred being a power bottom, controlling the pace and position. Topping from the bottom was such a rush and I planned on taking full advantage of it with Darren.
“I was saying,” I said, watching his reflection over my shoulder in the mirror. “That I always look good. And you would do well to remember that.”
I bent over in front of him, arms resting on the top of the vanity. Making sure he didn’t look away, I reached down and lifted the skirt up and over my ass. The cool air blowing down from the vents above felt good on my heated skin. His hands were on my hips as he looked down at my ass. I slid my fingers into the underwear and pulled the panties down, letting them rest just above my knees.
“Always.” Darren ran his hands over the backs of my thighs and up my ass, and while I wouldn’t have minded feeling his tongue again without the barrier of lace, I wanted his cock now.
“Lube and condoms are on top of the makeup case,” I said.
He took the hint and bent over me, reaching for them. His dick slotted between my ass cheeks, and I had to bite back the groan. “Carry these around, do you?”
“I’m a Boy Scout,” I said.
He snorted. “I highly doubt that.”
“I have the uniform,” I said, and I felt his dick twitch.
He kissed my shoulder as he found what he was looking for, taking the packets and the condom and dropping them onto my back. I watched in the mirror as he pulled his briefs down, his cock bouncing up against his stomach, a meaty pop of skin against skin, and I knew if he tried to draw this out, I was going to knock his ass down and just ride the fuck out of him.
“Put the lube on my fingers,” I demanded. “You can get yourself ready while I do myself.”
“I am so on board with that,” he said, stroking himself as he rubbed a hand over my ass. He let go of his dick and reached up for the lube packets, taking two of them and opening them at the same time. I brought my hand back and cupped it for him, letting him drizzle the lube on my fingers. He’d barely finished before I reached backed and breached myself on my fingers, two slipping in with a slight burn, but not enough to cause my erection to flag. I groaned as I worked myself open, resting my head on my arm, pushing my fingers in as far as I could reach. It was good, the burn, but it wasn’t enough.
I looked back up at Darren. He was jacking off, watching my ass with a hungry expression on his face. I spread my fingers, and his hand stuttered on his cock, like he couldn’t believe what he was seeing.
And I couldn’t believe I was doing this. I was usually far more reserved than this, unless I was Helena. She got laid more than I did, and even though I knew part of her was there, I thought I was more me than I’d ever been. And the fact that I was bent over my vanity with my fingers up my ass and my underwear around my knees, well. I’d probably feel some sort of latent embarrassment about this later. But right now, I didn’t give a shit. I wanted to be fucked.
“You better not come before you’re in me,” I warned him as he continued to fuck into his fist.
“I won’t.”
“Still. I’m almost ready. Put on the condom.”
“Of course you’re a bossy bottom.”
“You’re damn fucking right I am.” My breath hitched in my chest as I found a particularly sweet spot that caused my legs to shake.
“Are you sure you don’t need more time to—”
“This isn’t my first rodeo,” I snapped at him, pulling my fingers out of my ass.
He scowled at that but brought his hand up, resting his fingers on the small of my back and rubbing his thumb over my asshole. He pushed in slowly and it was getting to the point where I was going to be begging him. I thought he knew that too with the way he watched me in the mirror.
Thankfully, he didn’t spend much time with his thumb in my ass. He pulled out as I wiped my hands on my skirt, knowing already I’d curse myself later for it. Sex was like drinking: it made you do things you wouldn’t normally do, like sing karaoke or wipe lube on the thrift-store skirt you used for your headmistress routine while waiting for the Homo Jock King to stick his dick in you after you admitted your feelings for each other.