“Oh, yeah?” I ask him, my voice only wavering a little. “How experienced are we talking here, old man?” My voice is teasing, but his eyes aren’t. They’re trained on me like he’s the hunter and I’m his prey. “Could you change my tire? Check my oil?”
“Baby girl,” he murmurs, his voice rumbling through my body as he presses a hand to my stomach, letting it trail lower as he speaks. I can’t look away from his eyes no matter how nervous I am. He has a hold over me as he pushes his body even closer. “I could take apart everything under your hood and put it back together better than I found it.”
His hand dips under the band of my skirt, and his fingers dance over the soft lace of my panties. I’m embarrassed at how wet I am and have been ever since I saw him in the hallway. He runs his fingertips over the fabric covering my slit before teasing the sides.
“Holly,” he says, leaning forward and brushing his lips over my cheek. I sigh and drop my head back, hoping he’ll move his mouth to my neck. “If I dip my fingers inside of these lacey panties, am I going to find you wet for me?”
He presses openmouthed kisses down my throat while running his fingers up and down the sides of my underwear. It’s the lightest touch I think I’ve ever experienced, and the teasing is about to send me over the edge. I’m wound so tight I think I could come just from the anticipation and his mouth on my neck.
Pulling back, he uses his free hand to gather my hair at the base of my neck. He grips it taut and makes my eyes meet his.
“I asked you a question.”
“Yes,” I breathe, needing his mouth back on my fevered skin. He leans in, so close to kissing me that I can feel his breath skirt across my lips. I try to lean forward and close the gap, but his fist keeps such a firm grip that I can’t. I whimper and pout, wanting him to give in.
“Don’t be a brat, Holly,” he says, the smirk on his lips making those dimples pop again. His fingers in between my legs just barely make their way onto my bare skin. “Yes, what?”
Deciding to test the waters, I smirk right back at him, and instead of trying to move my head, I just stick out my tongue. I lick the seam of his mouth and then my own, humming and biting my bottom lip.
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Fuck,” he moans before he’s on me like he needs me to breathe. His fingers finally slip underneath the lace and find me soaking. “Holly,” he growls into my mouth, swirling my wetness up and around my clit, making my knees weak. “You’re so wet, sweet girl.”
He’s everywhere, in between my thighs, at my mouth, against my body, and in my lungs. His tongue pushes inside my mouth for the second time tonight, and I surrender to him, letting him fuck my mouth the way I want him to fuck me on this counter. A finger slides easily inside of me, and I break the kiss to moan loudly at how good it feels.
He pulls his finger free of me and offers it to my open mouth. I greedily suck it between my lips, tasting myself on his skin while I tease him with my tongue, letting him know just how much I wish it were his dick instead. His eyes watch my mouth, his hazel irises almost completely eclipsed by his pupils, giving him a dark look that sends a new rush of aching heat between my thighs. I’m fucking throbbing for him, and my nipples are tight and pebbled, seeking his attention.
He picks me up, spinning and sitting me down on the main bar before he settles his hips between my legs and kisses me again. His fingers work the ties of the corset, working it looser and looser until I can finally take a deep breath. He gets frustrated and begins to pull it apart, ripping the fabric and finally pulling it loose enough that it can be yanked over my head. I laugh at his eagerness, but he just takes a moment to look me over.
“God, you’re perfect,” he whispers, running his knuckles over the pointed tips of my nipples and then across the red lines the bones of the corset have left on my skin. I gasp at the sensation and let my head roll back as he replaces his fingers with his mouth. It’s hot and wet as he sucks my breast into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the peak before taking it between his teeth.
I roll my hips into his, desperate for some friction. I can feel that he’s hard, and the sheer size of him is almost worrying. He takes the other nipple in his mouth, and my hands find his hair. Running my fingers through the soft strands, I tug and pull as I try to get closer to him. With each pass of his tongue over the tip, my pussy clenches, making me a needy, whimpering puddle.
His mouth is on mine again, his lips warm and wet from the attention to my breasts. He spins me around so that my back is facing the long length of the bar and helps me lie down. He situates himself between my legs again and slowly begins to pull off my thigh-highs, kissing down my leg until he gets to the ankle, and begins the process all over again on my other leg.