Skye’s POV
The sound that came out of me when he pushed inside was something I had never heard from my own mouth before.
“Fix your eyes on the mirror‚” he said‚ his voice was barely above a whisper.
“Don’t look away.
Not for a second.
I want you to see everything.”
He pulled back slowly‚ inch by inch‚ until I could feel the absence of him like a physical ache‚ and then he thrust forward again so hard that my hips slammed against the edge of the counter and a cry tore out of my throat that bounced off every surface in that room.
He set a rhythm that was relentless and punishing and so devastatingly precise that every single thrust hit a spot inside me that made my vision blur.
His hands moved from my hips to my breasts‚ cupping them from behind‚ squeezing them together while his hips kept moving with that brutal‚ steady pace.
His fingers found my nipples and rolled them between his thumb and forefinger‚ pinching gently at first and then harder‚ tugging them forward until my back arched even deeper and a whimper fell out of my mouth that I couldn’t control.
“Look at you‚” he groaned against my ear‚ his lips brushing the shell of it as he spoke.
“Look at how perfect you are.”
I was trying to keep my eyes on the mirror like he told me to‚ but it was almost impossible because what I saw there was destroying me.
I saw his large hands covering my breasts.
I saw the way my body rocked forward with every thrust.
I saw the way his jaw tightened each time he pushed deeper‚ and the way his eyes never left my reflection‚ watching every expression that crossed my face like he was memorizing each one.
Then he pulled one hand away from my chest.
I watched in the mirror as he brought it up to his mouth and spat into his palm‚ slow and deliberate‚ his eyes locked onto mine in the glass while he did it.
And then that wet hand slid down my stomach‚ over the bunched fabric of my dress‚ and found the swollen bundle of nerves between my thighs. Get faster updates on g.com.
The moment his fingers touched my clit‚ my entire body jerked like I had been struck by lightning.
“Oh God‚” I gasped‚ my head dropping forward as his fingers started moving in slow‚ firm circles while his hips continued that same merciless rhythm from behind.
“Oh God‚ oh God‚ Thorne‚ please—”
”Please what?” he growled‚ pressing harder against my clit and thrusting deeper at the same time.
“Stop‚” I whimpered‚ even though my body was doing the exact opposite of stopping.
My hips were pushing back against him on their own‚ meeting every thrust‚ grinding against his fingers like they had a mind of their own that had absolutely nothing to do with the words coming out of my mouth.
“Fuck‚ stop‚ please‚ Thorne‚ I can’t‚ it’s too much‚ please—”
”Your mouth says stop‚” he groaned‚ and his fingers moved faster‚ rubbing tight circles against my clit while his cock drove into me with a force that made the counter shake‚ “but this pussy is gripping me so tight it won’t let me go.”
He was right.
I could feel it.
Every time he pulled back‚ my walls clenched around him like they were trying to keep him inside‚ and every time he thrust forward‚ my body opened for him like it had been designed for exactly this purpose and nothing else.
“Oh please‚ oh please‚ oh God‚ please please please—”
I didn’t even know what I was begging for anymore.
It was all tangled together‚ the pleasure and the pressure and the overwhelming feeling of him everywhere at once‚ his hands on my body‚ his breath on my neck‚ his voice in my ear‚ his cock so deep inside me that I couldn’t tell where he ended and I began.
His hand left my clit and shot up to my hair.
He gathered it in his fist and pulled my head back‚ not hard enough to hurt but firm enough that my throat was exposed and my eyes were forced back to the mirror.
“I said don’t look away‚” he rasped.
Once.
Twice.
Three times.
Each one deeper and more brutal than the last‚ and his hand was back on my clit‚ rubbing furiously while his other hand stayed tangled in my hair‚ keeping my head back‚ keeping my eyes on the mirror‚ forcing me to watch as my own face twisted with pleasure so intense it looked like agony.
I shattered.
The orgasm hit me like a wave that had been building since the moment he first touched me tonight.
It crashed through my entire body and ripped a sound from my throat that wasn’t a moan or a scream but something in between‚ guttural and desperate and so loud that anyone walking down that corridor would have heard it through the door.
My legs gave out completely and the only things keeping me upright were the counter under my hands and Thorne’s arm that had wrapped around my waist the moment he felt me come.
My body was still trembling‚ still clenching around him in aftershocks that made me whimper with every pulse‚ when I felt him slow down and eventually stop moving inside me.
I thought it was over.
My head was spinning and my legs were shaking and I could barely hold myself up against the counter.
Every nerve in my body was oversensitive and buzzing and I thought he was done‚ that he had gotten what he needed‚ that we would fix our clothes and walk back out to the gala like two people who hadn’t just done what we did in a public restroom.
But‚ I was wrong.