I bite my bottom lip to stop its trembling. My hands go to his sides, gripping his shirt. “You should get out there. People will miss you.”
“Let them. I don’t give a fuck.”
With the tip of his finger, he traces the low riding scoop neck of my gown from one collarbone to the other. He leans in until his mouth hovers so close his breath warms my lips. “I’ve missed the way you taste. I can’t wait to lick the cream from your peaches.”
I swallow. “You just had that a couple of days ago.”
He winks. “Can’t get enough.”
Warm liquid flows to my slit as his tongue traces the seam between my lips and his fingers brush the hair from my face. The words to tell him to stop wander aimlessly in the recesses of my mind, never finding their way to my mouth. Tyson leans in. His arms sweep around me, pulling me to his chest as he deepens the kiss.
His hard-on pushes into me. I can feel it, even through all the layers of this stupid dress. My pussy throbs. An unbidden desire builds until I return his kiss and my hands latch onto his shoulders.
Ty’s mouth leaves a trail of fiery kisses from my lips to my jaw, and then to my ear. He hikes the full skirt of my gown as he whispers, “Doesn’t matter how long it’s been. Any length of time is too long.”
My eyes close as hot hands palm my ass and squeeze. He rubs in slow circles, each moving lower and closer to my center. “I love that you’re wearing a thong. I’d love it more if you wore nothing at all.”
When his thumbs tickle their way between my cheeks and graze my tiny backside hole, my brain blanks. One hand continues to massage my backend, and the other pulls my dress low, giving him access to my bare breasts. He takes my hard beaded nipple into his hot mouth and circles it with his tongue. He moves his other hand further under, finding my wetted entrance.
I gasp as he plunges a finger into me. His mouth goes to my other breast as he pumps his finger in and out. In. Out. Rubbing that spot that craves his touch. My heart races as my body betrays me and my legs spread for him.
He chuckles. “You like that. Don’t you? You’re getting my hand all kinds of wet.”
I can only give a half-shrug response as he pleasures me.
My eyes fly open when muffled voices come through the slats of the shutters closing off the bar from the rest of the reception.
Trying not to give away that we’re in the bar, right on the other side of the thin strips of wood, I push at Tyson’s shoulders, hoping to move him. He moves all right. He turns me from the sink to the opposite counter to face the front of the bar, putting the shutters only three feet from me across the countertop. In the next second, my panties are at my ankles, and he picks up my feet one at a time to pull them off.
I try to close my legs as someone on the other side of the thin barrier says, “I heard they went to school together. I’m amazed she managed to get him to the altar.”
Ty stands, his erection evident at the small of my back as he whispers near my ear, “Don’t worry. They’ll never know what I’m in here doing to you. That is, as long as you’re quiet.”
I bite my lip when he bends me over the bar top and throws the back of my dress up, kneeling behind me. He forces my legs apart, and big hands grab both of my cheeks. He spreads them with his thumbs, pushing up so I have to tilt my hips or be shoved onto the bar. I brace myself on the edge of the counter.
If someone walks in, I’ll die. But I can’t say anything, or whoever is standing just on the other side of the louvers will know. Heat washes over my face like lava, and then it drains down my back and into my lower regions, almost scalding me to the core. Tyson’s hot breath heats my tight hole, and his lips press soft kisses along the seam leading to my pussy. I flinch at the first touch of his tongue on my slit.
His thumbs move down and push into my folds, first one, and then the other. His tongue slicks over my clit, laving it with attention as my body responds with more wetness. I bite down on my groan to keep it in as he buries his tongue deep in my entrance while his thumbs slather my tiny backside hole with moisture from my pussy.
My body likes it. I may wish it didn’t, but I can’t deny what he does to me.
I never understood how someone could pump poison into their body for a few snatches of pleasure. But now I get it. This thing with Tyson is toxic. It’s like a drug. No other way to describe it. This is addiction. The fact is that I can’t get enough of him. I can’t deny him. That I want to but I can’t. I’m putting my heart and soul at risk for these moments of nirvana—and the hope that he’ll get addicted too.
Ty dips his fingers into my slit, two this time, from the tightness of it. His tongue moves to my bud, where it circles excruciatingly slowly. I squirm. With my belly pressed into the counter top, I lean forward, putting one knee onto the edge of the marbled surface. A little sound comes from him.