The Do-Over(21)

Breaking free of his grasp, I turned to him, my eyes telling him I was up for the challenge as I stared him down before going in for a kiss and reaching for his belt buckle.

“You are a tiger,” he laughed.

I didn’t bother to answer as I intently focused on sliding my hand in the opening of his boxer briefs and wrapping my fingers around his warm, velvety shaft. I continued to explore, urged on by the power of his expansion and lengthening in my hand. When I could feel his skin taut over his hardness, I pulled him out of the fly of his Dockers.

With my free hand, I grabbed my own hair, twisting it into a ponytail and handing it to him.

The edges of his mouth rose until his top lip formed his sneer-smile. “Nice, nice move. Very sexy,” he complimented as I began to sink to my knees.

With an upward yank of my hair, he attempted to take back control.

Looking up at him, I smiled. “I can stop, if you’d prefer.”

His pale eyes looked even more transparent in the bathroom light. “Minx,” was the single word he spoke before pressing my head down with both hands without letting go of my hair.

It had been so long. So damn long since I’d had a man’s cock in my mouth, and a damn fine cock it was. The girth was impressive. Slowly I worked my tongue around him, deliberately making a slow meal of it, just to torment him. My morning’s solid intake had been limited to celery sticks, so I wholeheartedly was enjoying this feast as I took him deeper and deeper, inch by inch.

“Fuck,” he bellowed, as his crown neared the back of my throat and I tightened my lips around him. “Fuck.”

Pulling me up by my hair, he spun me around, bending me over the sink, as promised, then released my ponytail and my hair puddled around me on the cold marble countertop. I could hear the ripping of a condom packet and tried to catch my breath before he plowed into me.

Without a word, he grabbed both my arms and bent them over the small of my back, holding them firmly in place in one of his big hands. I felt his finger from his other hand swiping up and down my slit before plunging in. I groaned at the insertion of just one finger and my reaction made him immediately add a second finger. Spreading my legs a little for him because I wanted more, much more, was the signal he needed to stab a third finger into me, preparing me to accept his significant girth. I wanted it now.

“Give it to me,” I growled back at him, lifting my cheek from the cool marble.

Removing his fingers from inside me, he reached up and grabbed my hair, yanking it hard. “When I’m ready.”

Although his words rang of control, he immediately edged between my legs. I could feel the pressure of him against me, just starting to sink in and I pushed back into him, so that thrusting into me was his only option, which I answered with a tightening of my muscles around him.

“God, yes,” I moaned. I’d forgotten how good it felt. Drunk and f*cking in a bathroom. It had been a long, long time. This was so not me and yet so very liberating. It was like a gift for living through all the crap and heartache with Frank and CB, for being the one to put Scarlett back together when her father didn’t put her first, for spending the last fourteen years on the backburner putting everyone else’s life in front of mine, for worrying about everyone else’s happiness but my own.

And I wanted an orgasm. A big, full-throttle, out-of-control orgasm. I wanted to scream so loud that the bartender and half the dining room heard me.

I tried pulling my right hand from Matthew’s tight grasp. I needed to touch myself. The more I struggled, the tighter his grip became holding me back from myself. Fuck. I needed my hand. And just as I couldn’t focus on anything but freeing my hand to pleasure myself, the thumb of his free hand thrust deep into my ass and my own hand quickly was but a distant memory.

“Yes,” I screamed as I started to quake around him. I could feel him stroking his cock with the thumb in my ass and I went far over the edge. So far that he let go of my hands, clamping his palm over my mouth until his body slumped onto mine, his broad chest heaving against my back.

Closing my eyes and feeling his warm breath on me, I realized I could just drift away into sleep, or possibly pass out, right there with my head on the marble counter. There was a comfort feeling having his big body on top of mine.

But it wasn’t a moment later that Matthew stirred and began to rise off me. I heard a splat in the toilet as he tossed in the condom and I forced my eyes open, then immediately began to straighten up, smoothing down my dress. Knowing my hair must’ve been a sight, I reached up to pull it to one side, hoping it created a look rather than merely appear as a just-f*cked disaster.

As I turned to face Matthew, I realized I was truly ravenous.

“Well that was a good way to work up an appetite.” I joked, not sure how to act in this situation.

He almost smiled, but not quite, then the man looked at his watch. “I’ve got a 12:30 tee time, so I really need to run.”

I can only imagine the look on my face. Did he really just say that to me? Could he be that huge of a douche?

“So, you invited me to brunch with no intention of ever having brunch.” I shook my head. And although I wanted to sarcastically tell him what a class act he was, the fact that I’d just had sex with him in the bathroom didn’t exactly spell class act on my part either.

There was nothing to say and without another word, I turned on my heel and walked out of the bathroom.