“What happened at the clubhouse?” I ask as my hands fall to her wet hips.
She shakes her head.
“Something,” I argue.
“Could you not feel it? It was like sexual tension is just pumped out of the vents or something.”
I chuckle, knowing exactly what she’s talking about. I’ve grown used to it at the clubhouse because I’ve spent a lot more time there than she has. The couples that live there and the ones that live nearby seem to use the common areas of the clubhouse for breathers between the escapades that happen behind closed doors. Despite being in public, it hardly does anything to tamp those desires. It’s why those of us that are single spend so much time atJake’s. In part it’s to escape the pheromones, but many times it’s because just the air around that place has the ability to make a dick hard out of the blue.
“So you’re saying you got horny sitting at the clubhouse?”
Her answer is a quick nod and her lips on mine.
I groan into the kiss, pulling her closer and pressing my erection against her water-slick skin.
“Maybe you just need a cold shower,” I say when she pulls her mouth back.
I grip her wet hair at the base of her skull, pulling her head back when she attempts to kiss me once more, my erection jerking when I see a hint of that familiar fire in her eyes.
“I missed this,” I confess, my teeth digging right into the mark I left on her skin last night as my hand skates down the front of her body.
I almost moan at how slick she already is for me, and I hate that I didn’t make a point to look at her panties when she pulled them down her legs earlier. I bet she left a wet spot on them from how slick she is right now.
“Please,” she begs when I press two stiff fingers to her clit.
I want to hold back, to make her beg even more, so I press those same two fingers inside of her, knowing I don’t have to worry about the need to test her readiness.
I’m only torturing myself right now, but fuck if it isn’t fun.
My cock leaks, the warm liquid dripping from the tip somehow cooler than the temperature of her hot-as-fuck shower.
“Out,” I tell her as I pull my fingers from her body, drawing them to my lips for a taste.
I stop her before she can leave the bathroom, pressing my palm to her back and bending her over the counter.
I don’t waste a second dropping to a squat and pressing my tongue to her slit from behind. I spread her wide, using one hand to tease her clit and the other to force her legs open, giving me all the access I could ever ask for.
The taste of her explodes in my mouth, absolute perfection on my tongue, and I think I could spend eternity with my mouth on her.
My cock is leaking on the floor, skin turning cool from the water droplets coating it, but I just can’t stop licking at her flesh, loving the way her clit swells against my tongue, hardening as her body prepares to explode.
We both hiss when I pull back. As desperate as she is to come, I’m equally as needy to feel that explosion on my bare dick.
Last night was an eye-opening experience, and I know I’ll never be the same.
I stand, swiping a hand over the mirror as I pull her hair from her face.
Wide eyes and flushed cheeks peer back at me in the reflection, and as I rub my cock against her ass, her open mouth makes me want to fill it.
“I’m already too close to coming,” I hiss in explanation, more to my cock than her.
I may end up coming down her throat before the sun rises in the morning, but that’s not how tonight is going to begin.
“Going to fuck you bare again,” I pant as I lower my eyes to the tip of my cock before running it over her slit with the simple forward movement of my hips. My dick knows exactly where it belongs and requires no fucking help getting there.
“Spade,” she whispers, her hips circling when I pull back without sliding inside of her.
“Gonna fill you up, Sylvie.”