Within a minute, she was naked.
Her nipples were taut with need, a fine quiver danced along her limbs, and when she backed up so that she was pressing into the glass, I eyed the state of her and rasped, “Do you want me to fuck you, baby girl?”
Her mouth quivered. “Y-Yes, please, Eoghan.”
“Show me how wet you are.”
Eyes darkening, she reached between her legs and slid her fingers along the line of her core.
The move had her shoulders knocking back into the glass as she arched her spine.
When she raised her hand to show me, I murmured, “Keep on touching that clit. Don’t stop until I tell you to.”
Licking her lips, she did as bade, all while she watched me undress.
I grabbed my tie, unknotting it and letting it fall to the floor. Then, after I dropped my jacket, I unfastened my shirt and let that fall as well.
My hands went to my buckle, and as I dragged the leather belt out of the loops, she groaned as she continued circling her clit.
“C-Can I come?”
“I think if you did, that would be greedy of you.”
She pouted but knew well enough not to argue.
“Move your fingers faster though,” I directed as I unfastened my pants, pulling my cock through the fly.
She groaned at the sight of the pre-cum weeping from my dick. “You’re being mean.”
“Mean? After I made this place for you?”
She turned into a brat when she didn’t get her own way.
Fuck, I loved that she did.
I grabbed my cock, jacked it once, then said, “Turn around.”
Sucking in a breath that was loaded with excitement, she did as I asked again.
Her fingers stilled as she looked at the crowd which, for this time of the day, was surprisingly busy.
Because of how her brain worked, I knew that watching the crowd got her hotter than directly touching her clit would.
I let the sight fuck with her head and stepped over to her, keeping my movements silent.
When my hands landed on her hips, she jolted in surprise then moaned when I cupped Bump, explaining, “This place was supposed to be my ‘thank you’ for Bump.”
“It’s an amazing gift. Better than a tower of diapers.”
I snorted. “Yeah, well, I know you better than our sisters.”
She released a hiccupping laugh as I rubbed my fingers over the tautening curve of her belly, and I used my grip on her to encourage her hips backward.
When she was positioned how I wanted her, her palms flat to the glass, I grabbed my cock and slid it through her juices.
Every nudge of her clit had her arching onto tiptoe and gasping with the motion until, taking her aback by thrusting in hard and fast, she released a soft scream.
Behind the bar, the men stilled.