Page 56 of Hard Rock Fling
He maneuvered my arms until the straps were loose and dangling. A quick snap of his fingers and my bra came undone at the back. One sharp tug on the hem of my dress and my front was bare to him, my breasts on full display. He spun me around, pressing me against the sink, my back to his front.
"Open your eyes."
My eyes kept fluttering closed with pleasure. I fought to obey his command. Through partially opened lids, I saw a reflection of my own flushed face, mouth open and wanton. I saw my own bare chest, dress pulled to my waist, nipples hard and cherry red.
I ducked my head, embarrassed to see myself like that. "I really wish we weren't in a bathroom."
"What difference does it make?"
"Because then I'd feel less trashy doing this."
Ian tweaked one nipple with a sharp pinch. I gasped, head shooting up.
"I want you to watch, sweetheart."
With my eyes fully open, I was met with a stunning sight. Ian's hand on my breast, one black-tipped nail lazily circling a nipple. Ian's deft fingers, plunging into me with long strokes, shining and slick.
Our eyes locked through the mirror. It was too much, too intimate. I gasped his name. His eyes were blazing hot, nearly scorching me with their need.
"I'm going to make you come, Hope." He murmured in my ear. "You're going to come on my fingers while I fuck you with them."
I whimpered at the words, an orgasm tingling at the edge of my senses. I pressed my ass up against his front, feeling his thick length. The small moan that escaped my lips only made him chuckle darkly.
I spread my legs wider apart and tilted my hips. He took the invitation and slid a third finger inside, stretching me, filling me, bringing me that much closer to my release. I bit my lip to keep from crying out.
"Don't do that." He nipped lightly on the curve of my neck, teeth sinking into the soft flesh. "I like it when everyone hears you scream my name." He twisted his wrist in a sharp motion, bringing a fresh flood of pleasure.
"I'll scream as loud as you want, as long as you never stop doing that." I was nearly breathless with need.
He chuckled quietly and compiled, continuing to fuck me with the fingers at a relentless pace. I squirmed against him, hips rocking and bucking, wanting it faster, deeper.
Then Ian rubbed a thumb against my clit and I flew over the edge, shrieking his name. My inner muscles clenched and released, squeezing his fingers. Ian cursed in my ear, a low growl.
"Fuck, sweetness, you're so fucking tight."
I slumped forward against the sink, small jolts of pleasure still shooting through me. My limbs trembled, going weak. The only thing keeping me up was his arm around my waist. Ian slowly withdrew his fingers, inch by inch, drawing a moan from my lips. He gathered me up in his arms and tucked my head under his chin.
I breathed deeply, calming my racing heartbeat.
"You have magic fingers," I murmured against his chest.
He let out a low chuckle. "Lots of practice."
I stiffened.
He mimed playing a riff, air-guitaring in the middle of the bathroom. I laughed, relaxing when I realized what he meant.
I didn't want to think about the other meaning.
I made a motion to pull my dress back up. Ian's hand on mine stopped me.
"Did you think we were done?" His eyes held a wicked glint. He pulled my hips against his, letting me feel his stiff length.
Getting fingered in a bathroom was one thing, but getting fucked in one?
Shivers coursed through me at the thought. Despite the orgasm I'd just experienced at Ian's hand, my hormones were already racing again.
"Maybe you were right," I said.
