Page 120 of All Twerk, No Play

“Yes,” she gasped, fingernails sinking into my deltoids. “Oh god, yes.”

I pumped my fingers, watching her chest pant and her cheeks flush with color. I murmured against her ear, “I wanted you so badly that night and I didn’t even know your name.” The heel of my hand pulsed against her clit as my fingers started a steady rhythm. “Never thought I would get to have you.”

“You have me,” she breathed, her eyelids fluttering with pleasure as her pussy pulsed around my fingers. I felt three words spiraling up in my throat, but now wasn’t the time. We were on borrowed time from my birthday party upstairs.

So I dropped to my knees, lifted her dress, slid her panties to the side, and brought my tongue to her clit. Her head thumped against the door and she bit back a moan of pleasure. Her hands threaded in my hair, exhaling little moans ofOh GodandSo gooduntil she shuddered, her whole body slumping in relief against the bathroom door. “This was supposed to be for you.”

“Trust me, I definitely enjoyed it.” My cock strained against my zipper as I stood up. “And what do you want now?”

She scowled at the dingy floor, admitting with trepidation, “I wanted you to fuck me here, but it wasn’t as grimy in my mind.”

I laughed at the way her nose wrinkled in disgust, poking my head into one of the seedy stalls where the smell got even worse. Nope, not for my Tori.

Checking again to ensure the door to the hallway was locked, I guided her to the sink area, turning her to face the mirror. I wiped the wet spots between the sinks, and with a gentle hand between her shoulder blades, coaxed her palms onto the clean-ish bathroom counter. She lowered onto her elbows and shifted her hips back. I lifted her dress around her waist, running my hands along the delicate lace of her thong.

Our eyes met in the mirror and she said, “Take them off.”

I held her gaze as my fingertips slid under the black fabric and lowered them down her legs, not letting them touch the discolored floor before pocketing them for safekeeping.

Mallory’s cackling laugh rang from the hallway, reminding us of the party upstairs. Would people wonder where I was and send a search party? Was Mallory standing sentry or flirting with somebody new? And how strong was that lock, anyway?

“Jeans off too,” she said, trying to muster command but the words came out husky. Her gaze returned to my reflection, watching me unlatch my belt, unbutton my jeans, and let them pool around my ankles.

She licked her lips as I lowered my boxers. “Pretty good surprise, huh?”

“The best,” I nodded, teasing my cock against her entrance, reveling at how good she always felt. “You’re the fucking best, Tori.”

“I know, right?” she said before her voice went firm. “Now fuck me, Cruz.”

“How?” I asked, slicking my crown between her folds. “Long and slow?”

Her teeth scraped over her full bottom lip. “Hard and f—” I thrust into her pussy, snapping my hips and inciting a cry of pleasure she couldn’t muffle. I hoped everyone at the party upstairs heard her shout and knew exactly how she was giving me the best birthday ever. The best day of my fucking life.

“Look at me, Tori,” I said, tightening my grip on her hips, anticipating small bruises on her pale skin tomorrow, just the way she liked. Her eyelids slowly opened, those silver eyes meeting mine in the mirror.

The urge to tell her was nearly unmanageable. It would have been so easy to let the “I love you” slip out, and if I saw even a hint of panic in her eyes, to chalk it up to the perfect day she’d created for me. By why fuck up perfection?

“Have you ever watched yourself come?” I asked. She broke our eye contact to check her reflection, those silver eyes sparkling like diamonds. ??I snapped my hips into her again, licking my lips as I took in the reflection of her tousled hair, smeared lipstick, and flushed cheeks. “Watch yourself now.”

When her eyelids dropped closed with pleasure, I mouthed the words —I love you— before releasing my grip on her hips to gently tug on her hair, pulling her head back to make eye contact with her reflection, whispering, “Look at what I see when you come.”

How could I not love you when you fall apart so beautifully for me?

I thrust hard and fast as she let out a final cry, her pussy pulsing around my cock so perfectly, drawing out my orgasm as I emptied inside her.

My chest rested against her back for a few moments as we caught our breath. As I pulled out, my cum dripped out of her and primal desire surged through me, forming an idea she was probably going to verbally resist but secretly love. I reached for the paper towel dispenser, wet one under the sink, and gently wiped her clean, wishing I had something better than gritty paper towels to take care of her.

She straightened, smoothing the bottom of her dress and fixing her flyaways as I pulled up my jeans. The depraved version of her that only I got to see was tucked away, replaced by herdignified expression. She cleared her throat. “May I have my panties back?”

Aw, she was so formal. I pulled my hair out of its bun—she’d pretty much destroyed it anyway—and finger-combed my hair back. “No.”

“No?”

“No,” I said calmly, tying my hair.

“Is this because …” she shook her head. “May Ipleasehave my panties back?”

“So polite,” I said, shoving a hand into my pocket as if I was digging them out and leaning down to give her a soft kiss. “But the answer is no.”

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