Page 119 of Only in Your Dreams

“You taste so sweet—”

“Less talking, more licking, Porter.”

I squirm, demanding his tongue, and he’s the one who moans this time. A sound of pure gratitude. Like doing this, lapping my clit, clamping his lips to suck on me gently, it’s everything he’s ever wanted.

If I thought he’d been enthusiastic last night, I was wrong.

The washroom is alive with moans that border on cries. His own enthusiastic groans, the wet sounds of his hot tongue running over my pussy. I’m grateful for the drunk shouting and pounding music on the other side of the door.

I know I should be clawing for my orgasm with everything I have. That’s the point of a public quickie, anyway. But I’ve dreamed of having this man’s face buried between my thighs for years, near decades, and the thought of squandering even one moment of Zac on something so fleeting feels unbearable.

Don’t come yet, I beg myself.Make it worth it. Don’t come yet—

Like he can hear my thoughts, Zac teases my pussy with the tips of his fingers. A threat and a promise.

Don’t come yet—

It’s a lost cause. He sinks his fingers inside me and everything tightens, gets scorching hot, goes utterly still. I reach back and my fingers in his hair shove his face in deeper and he takes it as a sign to drive his fingers all the way inside my pussy, fucking me hard and fast.

“Oh, Zac—oh,fu—”

Outside the bathroom, the live band picks up a new song, and the bar goes wild. The sounds drown out my increasingly loudfucksandZacsas the orgasm finds me, tears through my skin, my bones, sinks its claws into me and draws a violent shudder from my body.

Zac laps at me all the way through, until I’m boneless against the counter. I can feel his reluctance to leave the home his tongue has made of me. Panting, I yank him off with my fistful of his hair.

Zac grunts, staggers back on his heels and I take that as my cue to turn around.

Oh my God.

Zac blinks up at me in a stupor. He looks barely conscious, like he’s just been taking his drug of choice right from the source. He’s a disheveled mess. Panting. Cock straining against his jeans. Hair wild from my fingers. Mouth, chin, everything glistens from me, from the force of his enthusiasm as he licked me.

“I wasn’t done,” he growls. It’s as outraged as I’ve ever seen him.

“I just came—”

I must black out. Because I don’t know how or when it happened, but next I know I’m sitting on the edge of the counter. Zac yanks me forward, kneels, throws my legs around his shoulders.

“I wasn’t done.” He hits me with a look that dares me to tell him otherwise. “And neither were you.”

And then his tongue hits my pussy again and my cry echoes around us. He slips a finger back inside me and I’m so soaked it finds no resistance. Nor does the second finger he adds, pushing all the way inside me, moving with the rapid pace of his tongue, making it all but impossible to suck in a breath until finally they pull back. Find the right spot and rub inside me. My fingers dig into the edge of the counter.

“Why are so good at this?” I say through gritted teeth, almost an accusation.

He doesn’t bother answering. He teases my other entrance, and I can’t believe it’s taken me this long in life to realize I like my ass played with. Then again, Zac seems to understand me better than I do myself. It shouldn’t shock me at all.

The edge of my orgasm comes for me again. My pussy pulses around his fingers. I’m so close.

Then I catch Zac’s eye. His laugh lines crinkle the second I do, and though he continues to attack my clit with the same eagerness, every filthy lash of his tongue feels almost sweet now. Adoring.

He loves this—actuallylovesdoing this, doesn’t he? He’s getting as much out of licking my pussy as I am. I can see it in the way he looks at me. My grip in his hair turns soft. I comb the strands off his face and his laugh lines deepen. Zac closes his eyes, settles comfortably between my legs, fingers toying with me.

“Zac,” I mumble.

Zac builds pressure on my ass, making me feel mindless and worshipped. He opens his eyes the moment he slips the tip of his finger inside, and it’s over. He watches me cry out, chant a desperateZac, Zac, Zac, and I’m all but screaming in this bathroom as I shudder, so fucking grateful for the loud music on the other side of that door as I fall back against the mirror.

“Fuck. Fuck,” Zac mutters after I go still. “Nothing will ever top that. Ever.”

Zac takes away his fingers and moves his mouth lower, kissing me everywhere, sucking at my skin, picking up the wetness he brought on and leaving none of it behind.

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