Fuck. What was my plan? Do I go in there, or do I take her by surprise when she goes to leave, with the second option I’d risk her screaming, I don’t need that. I quietly turn the knob on the door and walk in. There she was, patting her chest in an attempt to clean her spill, my eyes glued to her as I approached. She turned to me and I stopped, she didn’t scream, she just gazed at me, tilting her head in confusion, she was so clueless. I felt like the big bad wolf, and she was little red riding hood. Her riding me, what a pretty picture, it was enough to send me over the edge, to really set me off. I closed my eyes and let out a long sigh, god how I wanted to take my time with her but this was going to have to be quick.
I open my eyes and plant them on her still standing dazed beside the running sink, I didn’t know if I needed to move fast or slow to avoid a fight but time was ticking and I was running out of choices. My kindness leaves me as I charge her, grabbing her face and pinning her back to the nearest wall. I leave the sink running, I’ll need that extra noise. Fuck the bill. Her eyes widen with many emotions, surprise, fear, betrayal, my hand is clamped tight over her mouth, I wasn’t about to fuck this up, I needed her quiet. Small whimpers escape beneath my hand and I shush her reassuringly. Tears well up in her eyes and she makes a grab for my hand weakly trying to pull it away from her face. She shakes her head and whimpers some more, pleading with her gaze. It only makes me want her more, poor girl, she’s really setting herself up for me. I remember from a previous conversation with Andrew that her neck is a “yes” area for her, a detail I hung onto, never thinking I’d have the chance to use it, this is it.
I push my body up against hers making sure to press my wood against her, letting her know exactly what my plan was. This raises a more frantic struggle to which I extinguish by licking, sucking, and biting on her neck, I feel her resistance fade some and she sags down a little, her legs not being the best support at the time. I continue the play on her neck and let my other hand do some exploring, seeing how far she’ll let me get. I remembered my time and reminded myself that it couldn’t take this slow. Her whimpers turn to small breathy moans, thank you Andrew. I bring my hand down to her neck and squeeze, hard, her lowered eyes widen at her sudden air cut off, her eyes asking me why.
“You’re wet, aren’t you Janelle?” She freezes beneath me, confirming my accusation and I quickly go to investigate, she’s soaking. My heart beat quickens and I let up on my grip, but still keeping her well acquainted with the wall behind her, I begin to finger her and feel her knees buckle, the only thing keeping her standing is me at this point. Studying her facial expressions, taking it all in, I stop and pull the string on her pants, them dropping to the floor, her fashion choice has really made things easy for me. I linger over her maroon lace panties, the only underwear she has on beneath her clothes. What an appealing color on her, mine now. I rip them off her effortlessly and shove them into my pocket and begin to undo my belt, I feel her struggle beneath me as she tries to squeeze out her words. “Remy, please…” she says trying to get free, “Gladly.” I smirk back. More tears overflow out of her eyes and she continues to plead with me, they’re so small the sink running drowns them out. “No…no Remy, don’t” I ignore her and position her in front of the counter, facing the mirror so that she could see me lining myself up behind her, time to do damage. “Remy, n-“ I tighten my grip on her neck cutting her words short, I know what she’s going to say and I don’t want to hear it.
I lean forward and growl into her ear, “Remy yes, say it.” I glare into her eyes and don’t break the stare, I tighten even more and repeat myself, her being too drunk to go without air for long gave me what I needed. “Remy, yes.” With that I pushed into her, watching her face contort in pain, despite her wetness I was stretching her wider than she was used to and it fed my ego. She was so tight, I savored every inch I was into her. She let out a long whimper and shut her eyes, and I let go of her neck to send one across her face and held it in front of the mirror.
“Look at me, keep those eyes open Janelle I want you to see this.” I drive myself in and out of her hard, her ass jiggling with impact, pushing small moans out of her, I take in the in the entire scene in our reflection, what a dream, her panties in my pocket making it all real. How much time had passed? I had to hurry up. I checked my phone with my free hand to see if Devin had sent me a heads up, coast was clear. I lifted her shirt and stood her up to get a good look at her piercings, they were fantastic. I groped and mauled at her breasts, my release building up, another idea struck, I took my phone back out and held her up to get a good picture, making sure you could see me inside her from behind, “Look at the camera Janelle,” I demand. She rolls her eyes over to meet the camera and I snap the picture and show her. I say nothing as I put my phone away and continue drilling her.
I reach in front of her and circle her clit, she tries to retract but only pushes me into her further, what a predicament. She accepts my touch but tries to stifle her more prominent moans, I lean forward and grab her face again holding it to the mirror, “Lets not forget why we’re here Janelle.” Her arms reach back trying to weakly push me away, and I show her how she’ll need them more to support her on the counter to keep her face from hitting the mirror, I remember I cant leave anything on her lasting and move my hand from her neck back over her mouth and pound her even harder, frustrated I have restraints of my own. I circle her clit faster and faster and her breath quickens with my pace, I coo into her ear, “Cum for me.” I speed up some more and repeat myself “Cum for me Janelle, you love this, you want this.” I feel myself getting close too, I don’t plan on puling out, Im aware she’s on birth control due to previous trips to their guest bathroom. I got nosy.
I groan when I feel her sex pulsate around me and grip me harder, she’s close, I don’t let up. “Give me what I want Janelle, cum for me.” She sweating so much now, her breaths climbing through my hand. I bury my nose in her hair and catch a whiff of her scent, mangoes? No, peaches. I groan again, closer. I lock eyes with her in the mirror, she’s still stunning even with tears running down her face, an arm comes in contact with me again, she’s moaning faster and faster and pulls my shirt hard. I feel her tense up and convulse under me, I know that was strong, the sounds she made were a symphony of pleasure as she tightens harder around me “Yes that’s it, thats it, fuck!” I groan between my teeth and I blow everything I’ve got into her, she stiffens again and I know she feels all of it, Im satisfied.
I let her go and watch her sink, a blank stare targeted to the floor. I clean myself and her up and pull her clothes back onto her still heaving body, now isn’t the time to be a complete savage. She crawled over to the toilet and began throwing up, I almost get upset thinking thats how she felt but remembered she had been drinking and this experience was enough to make her sick, I'm sure her mind was reeling, but I don’t really care. This was perfect, her state could easily be explained with her puking in the toilet, no extra work there. I turn the sink off and exit the bathroom leaving her to collect herself.
I head back to the festivities as the others ask if I was doing okay. I reassured them and joined the fun as if nothing happened. Janelle appears about 10 minutes later, her face still strewn and raises immediate questions, I freeze. All eyes were on Janelle, except for Devin, his eyes were on me, and he didn’t look too happy. My eyes don’t leave Janelle and she avoids my eye taking her previous seat next to me, I smirk a little, she knows better. Andrew pipes up, “Baby, are you okay?” All eyes are on her now, “…yeah, I just felt sick while I was in there and had to throw up, sorry for the scare.” This puts everyone at ease including me, I look over at Devin, his line of sight fixed on the game now, I know I’ll be hearing this later. I scan the room to make sure no one is still studying Janelle and I turn to her, pleased with her response. I say low enough for only her to hear, “good girl.” She sinks further into her seat and gives a slight nod, her eyes still in her lap. She belongs to me now.