I gripped his hair, biting my lip to keep from moaning too loud, but the wet, obscene sounds of his mouth filled the room anyway.

“Torin — fuck — my sister is out there cutting cake right now —”

He slapped my clit — sharp, stinging — then sucked harder. I came with a choked cry, my pussy spasming around his fingers, wetness flooding his mouth. My legs shook so badly I would have fallen if he wasn’t holding me up.

He stood, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, eyes wild.

“Turn around,” he ordered.

I did, bracing my hands on the door. He yanked the dress...