Please, with a Cherry on top? | 18+

31 | Saint

The whiskey burned his throat as he stared at her from across the room.

Saint admired the smile on her face and the way her head tilted back as she laughed, slapping her hand on the counter. His eyes followed her every movement, the toss of braids over her shoulder, and the adjustment of the necklace resting above her cleavage.

She was so gorgeous, and he made sure she knew it before they left to meet the others at the bar.

***

Completely insatiable.

That was the best way to describe Saint as he indulged in Cerise.

Cerise had stepped out of the closet wearing a black corset top with floral lace, her deep skin playing peekaboo underneath.

Paired with high-waisted pants and her heeled combat boots, Saint was peeling the layers off as soon as he saw her.

Now he had her bent over the bathroom counter, round two in session. It started as innocent aftercare, he had been wiping the slick from her thighs with a warm washcloth.

But he spread those puffy lips open and saw himself spilling out of her in rivulets, and the way his dick had lurched back to life was criminal.

He didn't even think he had anything else to give, and they were running out of time. But he was too hooked on the way she felt around him.

They would just have to take another shower.

"Gorgeous," he groaned as he thrust inside her, "Look at you."

He pulled her upright, keeping her balanced with a hand around her throat. He watched as her pretty brown eyes rolled back in the mirror, her hands balling into fists atop the bathroom counter as the position changed.

"Y-you feel so goo— ah~" she panted.

Saint stopped moving, causing Cerise to whimper.

"Look."

Her eyes opened again, and her teeth bit into her swollen pillowy lip as she observed their figures reflected in the mirror.

Her body was adorned with love bites, and finger marks fading from where he accidentally gripped her waist too tight.

He could see the small marks she left on himself as well, a deep red bruise between the tattoos on his neck and chest. If he turned around he'd see the lines she scratched into his back.

Saint resumed his thrusts, and Cerise's teeth released her lip as her soft moans escaped from her lips.

"If another man talks to you at that bar," he said, his pressure increasing around her neck, "What will you say?"

"I ha-ve a boyf-friend!"

"And if they don't care?" he hummed, having to decrease into an even slower grind as the tension began to build.

"Uh-hm I," she stumbled, her eyes rolling shut again.

"You tell them..." he murmured as his hand slid between her thighs, gently stimulating her, "that you came on my dick before you left, and you'll do it again when you return."

"Saint~!"

***

The bar wasn't his scene, and it wasn't Cerise's either.

But they were fulfilling a special request of Chiaki. She passed her class and was now certified to be a tooth gem technician. She wanted to dance and drink, and everyone was to come.