You stand at the bar, twirling the small cocktail stick around the inside of the Martini glass, trailing the olive around the edge as Taron watches from across the room. Knowing his eyes are firmly on you, you bring the cocktail stick out of the drink, letting the excess liquid drip off of the olive before you place it on your lips, pushing it ever so gently past them into your mouth, then back out again as you suck the alcohol off of it. Your eyes look up to meet Taron's, his face a mixture of lust and anger as you tease him from afar, and you feel a heat wash over you as his gaze doesn't falter from yours.
Taron moves from the current small group of people he's talking to, getting nearer to you, but not quite reaching the bar as someone interrupts his journey, grabbing his hand and shaking it enthusiastically. He take his eyes off of you to speak to the new person in front of him, and you take the opportunity to quickly down your drink and get a glass of lemonade instead this time, popping a straw in it as Taron then returns his attention back to you over the man's shoulder. You give him a smile then slowly pout your lips as they head for the tip of the straw, purposely putting more of it in your mouth than you needed to, and his mouth forms into a tight line as his eyes grow wide. He quickly finishes his conversation, making a beeline straight for you, then grabs your arm, pulling you out of the room and into the empty hall outside.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?" he asks, grip getting tighter by the second.
"I don't know what you mean," you shrug, looking directly into his eyes.
"Don't play the innocent with me young lady," he says, shaking his head as he looks down the corridor and spots the toilets, "you've got yourself in some big trouble."
He leads you down to the restrooms then pulls you inside an individual one, locking the door behind you both as soon as you're inside. It's a large bathroom, a marble sink taking centre stage beneath a huge gold framed mirror with more toiletries you've ever seen before scattering the space around the basin. You're snapped out of your thoughts by Taron pushing you forward so that your hands land on the marble to steady yourself, then he lifts your floor length dress up just enough to reveal your black lace knickers to him, and a hand smacks your cheek. You gasp, jerking your head up to look directly at yourself in the mirror, and you catch Taron's eye from behind you as he smirks, bringing his hand to your bum again, this time harder. Your backside wiggles in excitement and you bite your lip as you wait impatiently for the next spank, but it doesn't come.
"Enjoying that, are we?" Taron asks from behind you. You nod to him in the mirror and he steps back to admire the view instead of continuing with what he was doing.
"What are you doing?" you ask, getting impatient.
"Oh, sorry, don't you like being teased?" he smirks, leaning back against the door calmly, "because you seemed to love doing it to me earlier."
"Taron, I'm sorry! I didn't realise it got to you that much."
"Of course it did, look at you for fuck's sake, don't you think I wanted to put my cock between those pretty red lips of yours rather than that bloody straw?!"
"Is that really what you were thinking?"
"Yes! And it drove me crazy. Standing here is driving me crazy too, but jeez, you need to know what you've done to me," he sighs, moving forward and sliding two fingers inside you with ease as he bypasses your underwear. He brings them out almost immediately after and puts them straight into his mouth, making you groan as you watch his reflection.
"Taron, please!" you whine. He moves back again, palming himself over his trousers, the outline of his member more obvious than ever as he studies your behind, and you lean further forward to make it stick out that little bit more. He chuckles lightly at your move, then undoes his button and zip to reveal his length, stroking it slowly as he stares at you bent over and ready for him. You turn your head to look at him properly, and your lip ends up between your teeth again as you watch him getting harder by the second. He catches you looking at him and you quickly turn your head back to your reflection, scared you'd delayed him again, and you tentatively bring your eyes across to his face.
His eyes come up to meet yours in the mirror and without leaving your gaze he quickly steps forward, pulls your panties down then thrusts inside you. A loud moan erupts from you and your head drops down to look at the sink, but Taron has other ideas, his fingers weaving through your hair to gently tug on it so that you look back up at your reflection.
"Taron!" you pant, knuckles turning white as they grip onto the edge of the sink while Taron rams into you from behind. It doesn't take long for you to reach your high, clenching around his cock as you watch his face in the mirror, his eyes looking down at your arse as he watches himself move in and out of you. The tightening sensation then sets him off as well, pressing himself right up against you as lets go, his eyes catching yours in the reflection and smiling as you both start to breathe normally again.
"Seriously, the things you do to me," he exhales, pulling out and straightening himself up. You pull your knickers back up your thighs and let down your dress, then you both exit the room, Taron quickly glancing around the hall to make sure you're not seen, and make your way back into the large ballroom. People seem to catch your attention as you walk past them, and you tug lightly on Taron's sleeve to get him to face you.
"What-? Oh, hang on," he smiles, running his fingers through your hair to straighten it out, a small tangle still having remained there after your encounter, "beautiful."
You smile up at him, your hands landing on his hips, and you can't help but dart your eyes down to his stomach, quickly noticing his open zip.
"Taron," you whisper, leaning up to his ear, "you've gotta trust me on this, okay?" you ask, moving your hands inwards to his crotch. He stiffens a little, unsure of what you're doing, but gives a small nod as you discreetly zip him up, moving your hands away as quickly as you can to not arouse any suspicion.
"Beautiful," you wink.
