At the first taste of her, I know I’m doomed. She’s intoxicating and I want more, more, more. As I continue tonguing her, I tease a finger around her opening, rubbing the wetness around and coating my finger before entering.
Her walls immediately clamp down on me, aching for me to fill her more. I start fucking her with a single digit, before adding a second, keeping a steady rhythm.
Scar leans against the counter with one hand, while the other finds its way into my hair and holds me tightly to her. By the way her cries quicken and the shakes that start to rock her body, I know she’s close.
“You gonna come for me, Scar?” I moan against her.
“Yes,” she cries out, eyes shut as all of her focus is shifted to every little thing I’m doing to her, all in the pleasure I’m giving her.
My cock is impossibly hard in my pants, pushing painfully against the zipper. I remove my hand from her hip to reach down and palm myself over the fabric, trying to give the smallest relief I can at the moment.
Scar’s hip buck against my face, and I know I have her right on the precipice.
“You’re so beautiful. I know you’re going to look fucking amazing as you come on my mouth,” I say, increasing the suction on her clit and pumping my fingers faster, curling them inside to hit the front of her walls.
“Fuck, Walker, I need to…” She tips her head back, eyes screwed shut in ecstasy, and comes. Hard.
I keep on what I’m doing, taking her through her orgasm. She shakes against me so hard I’m worried she might collapse. Only when she tries to shut her knees around my head do I pull back, savoring the taste of her and cleaning her off my fingers with my mouth.
When she finally opens her eyes and looks at me, there’s a sense of peace behind them that I haven’t seen before and I decide right then that I want to keep that look on her face for the rest of my life.
It fades as she comes back to the awareness of our surroundings, and before she bends down to do it herself, I pull her pants up, righting them on her hips and fastening them closed, pressing a gentle kiss to her hip.
I stand, and she looks over my shoulder at the door, chewing her lip for a moment before reaching a hand down to palm my cock. I can’t help the low groan that escapes over the feeling of her rubbing against me, hand hot through the fabric. What I wouldn’t give to not have a barrier between us right now.
But before she can go any further, I grab her wrist and bring her hand up to my mouth, pressing a kiss to it.
“I’m not taking you for the first time in some club bathroom. The first time you have this cock”—I push my hips forward, pressing myself against her—“will be somewhere that I can keep you for hours, not just for a quickie.”
Her eyelids fall partway closed in desire and I can almost see her thoughts running across her face, me fucking her over and over again, bodies entangled until we don’t know where one ends and the other begins.
“But I want to return the favor.”
Planting a kiss against her, letting Scar taste herself on my lips, I say, “Trust me, Scar, that was just as much for me as it was for you. I thought I would go insane if I had to take one more breath without knowing what you tasted like or sounded like while you came.”
Scar groans, melting into me, and if she even made the slightest brush against the front of my jeans, I think I’d be in a very embarrassing situation here.
“Should we go see if everyone else is still standing upright?” I ask, taking a step back from Scar and instantly missing the heat of her body.
Nodding in resolution that I’m not going to take her in here, she grabs my hand and guides us out of the bathroom, popping the bubble we were in.
The music engulfs us as soon as we’re back out in the open, eyes adjusting to the low lighting again as we search for everyone else.
24
SCAR
An insistent pounding at my hotel room door startles me out of a deep sleep, eyes crusted shut from unwashed makeup. I throw a pillow over my face and let out a loud groan, not ready to be one with the world yet.
The knocking persists until I have no choice but to drag my ass out of bed. The empty bed that only I slept in last night. I look to the other side, covers still tucked in on the edges of it. If you would’ve asked me at Indigo last night if I would’ve been waking up alone this morning, I would’ve said hell no.
But as Walker and I ventured out of the bathroom and in search of our group, we found a very intoxicated Jane, crying into Nikolai’s shoulder at our section.
Walker immediately ran to his twin’s side, ready to confront whoever had put her in such an emotional state. But no one could make sense of what she was upset about, not even Nikolai who had been lending her the shoulder to cry on.
Upon finding her, Walker and Nikolai propped her up between them and safely carried her out of the club, with myself in tow. Turns out Hayden had left shortly after Walker and I went down to dance, so that only left Reid. Walker had shot him a text, letting him know we were leaving, but he had found company that he wanted to stick around and see things through with.
Glad someone is getting laid on this tour.