Determined not to give in, I pick up one of my makeup brushes and try my best to stay focused on finishing my makeup despite him. But when he reaches around and starts massaging my clit with his fingers and the brush shakes between my fingers, I realize I’m going to make myself look like a clown if I keep trying. So I give in and set my brush down on the counter to close my eyes and breathe into the way he’s touching me. I’ll fix my makeup later.

“There you go. Good girl. Let go for me,” he murmurs, his voice a low rumble as he nips at my ass again and keeps working my clit. He bites down harder on my ass cheek and then sucks gently, sliding his fingers through my folds and teasing my entrance. I’m already wet, so the first of his fingers slides in without much resistance, and as he pushes it in, he pushes my breath out with it.

“Oh my god,” I whisper, clutching the edge of the counter with both hands.

At this rate, we’re never going to get out of the house, much less make it to the event on time. But it’s hard to give a damn about any of that when he’s touching me like this and making me feel like a livewire.

“You’re fucking soaked already,” he groans. “I love how wet you get for me.”

He drags his finger out of me and brings it to his mouth in the mirror so I can watch him lick and suck my arousal off his finger. The sight of his tongue swirling around his finger sends a jolt straight to my core, and I whimper because I can barely stand the sight of it or stop thinking about his thick cock being inside me.

I don’t know how he does it, but he seems to know exactly how and where to press my buttons. Before he came in here, sex was the furthest thing from my mind, but now that he’s touching me and his body is against mine, my craving for him is the only thing I can think about—like it’s completely taken over me. No one else I’ve ever met has been able to have that kind of pull over me, and while it scares me a little bit, it also turns me on to know that he has that kind of power.

And that I’m giving it to him willingly.

We lock gazes in the mirror, and his eyes are dark with desire. “God, I want to lap you right the fuck up,” he groans, and my pussy clenches automatically.