Page 58 of Wasted

Thrusting my tongue in and out of her mouth, each stroke was more passionate, more enthusiastic, more erotic than the last; I slid my hand under her shirt, feeling the smooth skin of her naked back. Our tongues tangled together, fighting for submission.

It was a fight I had no intention of losing.

Her message came in loud and clear. She wanted me to take control.

Holding her tight against me, I lifted off the stool, kicking it out from under me as I dropped her onto the bar. The stoolcrashing against the concrete floor echoed through the quiet, but she didn't even flinch.

I gripped her hips, jerking her ass to the edge of the bar and forcing her legs to spread wide for me. My lips moved to her jawline and up to her ear.

"Stand up and strip." I pulled back to see her reaction.

Her eyes widened. "You want me to..."

"Stand up and strip." I smirked. "I want to watch you undress again." The bar was mostly dark, with only the lights from the liquor display behind the bar giving off just a little more than her silhouette.

She shifted and moved to stand while I punched a random button on the jukebox, and an old R&B song came on. The jukebox was old and on its last leg of life, so it wasn't as loud as it used to be, but it would do for now.

When I twisted back, my breath hitched, and my pulse raced as my eyes followed the movement of her hips. I hadn't even realized I was moving until I was already standing at the edge of the bar, staring up at her. I watched, mesmerized, as she slowly removed each article of clothing as her hips swayed with the music until she was down to her bright white lacy bra and matching panties.

With her eyes still locked on mine, she reached back and unhooked the bra, letting it slide seductively slow off her shoulders and arms until it reached her hand. She tossed it to me, and it landed on my head.

Pulling the bra off, I dropped it to the floor. "Stop," I ordered as she hooked her thumbs into the thin strings on her hips. My gaze lifted, meeting hers. "Those are mine to take off." There was a slight edge to my tone that made her freeze but mixed with enough desperation that her lips curved into a smile.

Holding both hands up, she stepped forward, and I wrapped my hand around her waist, easing her ass down to the bar.

"They're all yours," she purred, falling back on her hands so her body was angled to give me full access to her... to my panties.

My eyes swept over her perfect curves as my nails curled into her ass, digging into her skin, and I jerked her to the edge of the bar spreading her legs wider to accommodate me, settling between them. My lips dropped to her throat, her head fell back, and her lips parted on an exhale. "You are so fucking beautiful," I rasped, running my lips down her throat to her chest as my hands cupped her full tits, caressing before I sucked her nipple into my mouth, flicking my tongue over the hardened bud.

"Are you going to get these things off today?" Without releasing her nipple, my gaze lifted, meeting her teasing eyes, and she hissed when my lips grazed the tight bud.

"Are they soaking wet yet?" I groaned against her soft skin as I slid my hand between her thighs, running my knuckles over the thin layer of lace between us. I huffed out a laugh. "Oh, you're so fucking wet. These panties are dripping for me."

She squirmed when I skimmed my nose and heated breath over her panties. My lips curved into a grin when her thighs squeezed around my face. I was only getting started. My fingers hooked into the sides of her panties, and I kissed my way down her thighs as I pulled the lacy material behind me, letting the stubble on my jaw tease and tickle her skin.

My gaze locked on her as her eyes followed the panties. Balling them in my fist, I felt just how turned on she was. How fucking ready she was for me as I shoved them in my pocket. Those were mine. "Mine." My voice was a gravelly rasp. I wasn't just talking about the panties. I was laying my claim to Taylor. She was mine.

Her eyes lifted, meeting mine as my lips curved into a smirk. My fingers slid between her closed knees, prying them open. The bar was too tall to get on my knees, so I kneeled so I was at eye level with her pussy. Pressing my lips against her inner thigh, Ikissed and nipped my way up, forcing her legs to spread wider and wider.

She was so fucking wet her skin glistened against the small amount of light. I ran a finger down her length, groaning when she coated it with her arousal. "There hasn't been a single day that I haven't fantasized about this moment." Her head fell back on a moan as I pushed one finger inside her. "I need to know if you taste as good as I remember."

I pumped my finger in and out of her torturously slow as I swiped my tongue up her length, ghosting over her clit and teasing her.

A choked groan rumbled out of her. "Cole, please," she pleaded. My lips curled into a smirk, and with my eyes locked on hers, my tongue flicked out, striking her clit. Her eyes closed as she bucked her hips into my face, chasing that orgasm she was begging for. "Don't stop." She shifted to hold her weight on one hand as the other slid into my hair, fisting it tight and holding me right where she needed me. My tongue worked her clit, and I added another finger, stretching her as my fingers fucked her faster, finding that perfect rhythm that made her legs tremble and had her pussy pulsating around my fingers.

Her grip tightened, pulling me tight against her pussy, and I sucked her clit between my teeth, greedily stroking her, devouring her until her entire body went rigid, and she screamed out my name as she released my hair.

I removed my fingers, sliding down and thrusting my tongue in and out of her, making sure to laps up every drop of her orgasm.

"You taste even fucking better than I remember." I worked myself out of my pants with my gaze locked on hers. Taylor's chest rose and fell with quick rapid breaths as her gaze dropped when my pants hit the ground, and my cock sprang free. Her eyes widened as her tongue swept over her lips like she wasstarving to have me between them, but that wasn't going to happen because I needed to be inside her. I needed to feel her come on my cock.

My eyes locked with hers as I stepped forward into her. My arms hooked around her waist, pulling her flush against me.

"I could do that every day for the rest of my life."

She smiled as her fingers dug into my hair, tugging to angle my mouth up to hers, and her lips dropped to mine. The kiss was immediately desperate and messy. Her mouth opened, and my tongue slipped in, tasting and teasing hers as she ground herself against me.

She wanted more...

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