Page 87 of Meet Me at the Metro

The sensation is so overwhelming that I have to bite my bottom lip just to stifle my building climax.

“Oh, fuck. Your pretty mouth feels so perfect around me.”

I can’t keep my eyes off her as her mouth moves up and down my shaft. She continues to suck me off until my toes are literally curling, and my eyes are rolling to the back of my head.

“Hell, Nora,” I growl, having to pull her off me because I’m one flick of that tongue away from coming undone completely.

She pouts, “I wasn’t done.”

“Neither am I. Come here.”

I pull her to her feet and draw her body against mine. She moans into my mouth as our lips collide, and she leads my hands beneath her shirt. I happily slip my fingers beneath the hem of her bra until her pebbled skin and hardened nipples are flush with my palms.

I push her back until her body meets the piano. The loud, chaotic chord that echoes through the room should be our warning to stop, but we’re both in such a lust-driven haze that it’s not even an option.

We become nothing but a flash of limbs and flesh as we pull off each other’s clothes, ridding ourselves of them until we’re both starkly naked. The feel of her soft skin against mine overpowers every logical sense in me that tells me I shouldn’t fuck her out in the open like this. Someone could walk in at any moment…

“I need you to fuck me, Theo.”

“What kind of gentleman would I be if I did that right here and now?”

“You’re not a gentleman.”

I nip her small, perky breasts with my teeth in playful reprimand.

“Do you not want to fuck me?”

“You already know the answer to that.”

“Then, what are you waiting for?”

“What will we do if someone walks in and sees my cock inside of you, huh?” I taunt, closing the fallboard of the piano as I turn her around. I guide her body down until she’s bent over the instrument and positioned perfectly to take me from behind.

I swiftly reach over to my bag and fetch out a condom, slipping it over myself as I step toward her. Her breaths grow shaky as I hitch her skirt around her hips and drink in the sight of her exposed pussy. I swear my head gets a little dizzy.

I glide my fingers along her widened, swollen lips and smile as she lets out a hum of satisfaction.

“You’re dripping, darling.”

She glances over her shoulder, licking her lips. “You like this side of me?”

“Abso–fucking–lutely.”

Nora’s body stiffens with anticipation as I firmly grab hold of her hips and slowly inch myself inside of her.Her body grows lax beneath mine, and we both release a hiss of pleasure as I fill her completely.

I grasp onto the nape of her neck as I thrust in and out of her,enjoying the feeling of it in my hands a little too much. Our moans become louder with every movement our bodies create, and as she grows wetter around me, there’s no use in fighting to stay quiet. This feels too good.

If someone walks in on us, we are absolutely screwed—literally and figuratively.

“Harder, Theo.”

I work her harder, just like she asked. She cries out as I sink deeper into her core, and my legs grow weak at the strained rasp of her voice as my skin slaps against hers. Nora’s desire is a nearly indistinguishable reflection of my own—all I can seem to want is more, more, more.

I want every-fucking-inch this girl is willing to give me.

Nora’s panting as I keep up my steady rhythm, and I admire the way her breasts bounce with each rock of my hips. I squeeze the taunting,pebbled flesh, and when she glances back, her eyes grow wild as she watches me move inside her.

Her moans are melodic, the most beautiful sound my ears have ever had the privilege of hearing. I’d do anything to learn how many different notes I could evoke from her, and I’d gladly let the sight of her bent over my piano like this be my undoing.

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