And then I’m sitting in front of Tristan, exposed in my racy red lingerie set.
"Jesus," he gasps, gawking at my outfit. "You're like a sexy secretary fantasy come to life." He runs another hungry glance over my lacey bra and panties, then reaches forward to grab my hair so he can yank my mouth back to his. "I've always wondered what you were hiding under your work clothes."
My head drops back with a groan at yet another admission that he’s thought about me. A surge of confidence runs through me at the thought that he’s not as unaffected by me as I always assumed he was. He nips my lower lip before moving to my jaw, then down my neck. I gasp when I feel his fingers graze my pussy through my thong.
He groans when he feels how wet I am. Using only his pinky, he nudges the fabric aside, then slides along the length of my slit. He circles my clit tantalizingly.
He licks up the length of my neck, all the way over my chin and finally sliding his tongue directly into my mouth. I shiver in anticipation of feeling his tongue between my legs.
"I can't wait to taste your sweet cunt again," he growls against my lips. "Lie down."
I do as I'm told. I'm thankful he kept my blouse on because the granite counter is cold against my skin, and I'm glad my back isn't touching the surface right now. I try to focus on the feel of the cold counter under my ass and how it feels compared to my achingly heated core that's begging to be touched. I squirm impatiently when a few seconds pass and he still hasn't touched me.
He's standing between my legs, looking down at my body like a starved man about to devour his first meal. After what feels like an eternity, he reaches forward to touch my face. His thumb caresses my cheek before sliding across my lips—and pausing. The inferno continues to rage in his eyes as he stares at my mouth. I curl my tongue around his thumb and suck it into my mouth, my eyes never leaving his.
The motion seems to break the spell that he's under because he immediately growls and pulls his hand back. But instead of letting go of me completely, his finger continues its trail down. He runs it along the curve of my neck, between my breasts, then circles around my navel. He finally pauses when he reaches the lace of my thong. He glances at me once more before his face suddenly disappears from my view.
I gasp and arch my back when I feel his lips running over the fabric between my legs—he’s not even touching my skin yet and I'm already ready to come out of mine. I feel his finger circle over my entrance, teasing what's to come. And just as I'm about to beg that he rip the rest of my clothes off and put me out of my misery, he yanks my thong off and hooks my legs over his shoulders before burying his face in my weeping cunt.
I moan at the feel of his hard grip on my thighs pulling me further into his tongue's assault. He circles my clit, occasionally pausing to suck on the small nub, before licking between my lips and thrusting inside my pussy. I whimper and tangle my fingers in his hair as he fucks me with his tongue.
Just when I'm about to explode in his mouth, he pulls away from me and stands up. I cry out at the loss and try to reach for him.
But he pushes me roughly back on the counter. With a mischievous smile, he slips first one, then two of his fingers in his mouth. And then, without breaking eye contact, he slides them inside me.
My eyes flutter closed with a moan, overwhelmed with the feeling of his fingers fucking me. His hands are big, his fingers long, and yet it feels like a tease—I need his hard length inside me in order to feel truly satiated.
He pulls his fingers out. But before I can voice my displeasure again, I feel his index finger pressing against my asshole.
I gasp as my eyes pop open. He hasn't taken his eyes off my face, and he's still wearing that mischievous smile. He gently starts to work his finger into my ass.
It doesn't take me long to relax and start wriggling down the counter, silently begging for him to fill more of me. The grin on his face grows.
"I fucking knew it," he growls. "I knew when you moaned at my thumb on you the other night that you liked your ass being played with. God, that is so fucking hot." He starts to increase his pace, looking down at where his finger is moving in and out of me. "Maybe I'll fuck your ass sometime. Maybe, if you're lucky, I'll make you suck my dick before I push you down on my bed and take your ass. Would you like that?"
A sob breaks from my throat at the sheer eroticism of his words. I squirm on the counter, knowing I'm seconds away from losing control.
He studies my face for another moment before looking back down. "Maybe another time," he muses aloud—and then drops his mouth to my pussy.
He continues to finger fuck me as he circles his tongue. By the time he sucks on my clit, I shatter.
I scream at the force of the orgasm. The heat from my core explodes, expanding through every nerve of my body, every inch of my skin. As Tristan continues his delicious torment—never once slowing down or letting up on his intensity—my release continues to roll through me. I feel like I'm stuck in an undercurrent on the beach, with waves continuing to crash down on me until I can't breathe anymore and I stop fighting.
When my breathing slows and I can finally blink open my eyes, it registers that Tristan is still gently caressing my pussy, watching my face intently.
"Fucking beautiful," he breathes. Then he steps back and pushes his sweatpants down past his hips. He grabs his dick and squeezes.
Still shaking from the force of my orgasm, I push myself up to a sitting position. My mouth goes dry at the sight of him roughly tugging himself. I try to reach for him, but Tristan pushes my hands away.
"Nuh uh, not today," he growls. "If you touch me right now, I won't make it inside your tight little body. Wrap your legs around me."
When he tugs my hips closer to the edge, I do as he says. I can't help the shiver of anticipation that runs through my body as he rubs the tip of his dick along my slick center. Gripping the edge of the counter with both hands, I wiggle to try to take him inside.
He chuckles against my skin as he lays kisses along my neck. "So eager," he mutters. "Luckily, I can't wait any longer, either." And with one long, slow movement, he pushes all the way in.
I whimper and squirm as I adjust to his size. He's just big enough that there's a twinge of pain when he first slides in, and it takes a few breaths until I can relax enough to enjoy myself. I probably didn't notice his sheer size the last time he took me because I was drunk then. But now, in this position, I revel in the feeling of being so utterly and completely full.
"Fuck, you're so tight," he moans. "I already don't want this to end."