We stumble backward as we kiss, tearing our clothes off and discarding them haphazardly. When the backs of my thighs hit the mattress, Zach pushes me down and drops to his knees, throwing my legs over his shoulders.
He kisses and bites my inner thighs as I writhe, eyes closed and biting my bottom lip to keep from moaning too loudly.
“Grab the back of your knees, Merci.”
The moment they’re pulled toward my chest, he spreads my cheeks and licks over my hole.
"Holy fuck." My back arches off the bed, nails digging into the skin of my legs.
His tongue circles my hole, teasing and tasting, flicking against the sensitive skin. When his mouth closes over it, sucking hard, I cry out, my head thrashing from side to side.
“Zach . . . fu-fuck. . .”
His tongue delves deep, curling and stroking my walls until my body trembles and my balls draw up tight. I fist his hair with one hand and grind shamelessly against his face as he continues to eat me out. “Please, I need . . . your dick. Now. Fuck me. Please."
"Greedy, Little Scorpion," he says, getting onto the bed and positioning himself between my legs.
But as much as I want him to fill me, I press my hands against his chest, stopping him. "Wait."
He sits back on his heels, brows furrowing. "What's wrong?"
"We need a condom." I lift onto my elbows, biting my bottom lip. "I haven't been tested in a while and . . . you know, I've slept with people for money and . . . "
My voice trails off, and I hold my breath, waiting for the rejection I’m sure is coming. Because, while it may be dirty talk when he calls me a whore . . . I actually am one.
Or was.
But instead of walking out, his eyes darken, and he growls—actually fucking growls. "No one else gets this hole ever again. Only me."
The tension in my body eases, and a shaky laugh escapes before I can stop it. "Possessive much?"
“Just stating the truth."
Shaking my head, I reach for my nightstand, fumbling around until I grab a condom and bottle of lube. Tearing open the wrapper, I roll the latex onto his dick, paying special attention to his piercings. My fingers trace each metal bar, drawing out soft grunts from him that cause the muscles in my lower belly to tighten.
"You like playing with those, Little Scorpion?" His breath hitches as I continue exploring the metal adornments with careful touches, and I can't help but smirk.
"Maybe I do."
“Two can play at that game.” He retaliates by tugging on my Prince Albert piercing, and I moan desperately as precum drips from my dick. His gray eyes darken, a predatory smile playing at his lips.
He takes the bottle of lube and slicks himself. Once done, he tries to push me back down, but I resist.
"No. Claustrophobia, remember? Don't like being underneath."
Zach maneuvers until he’s lying on his back, holding his dick at the base. "Then ride me."
I straddle his hips, positioning myself, then sink onto him slowly. The stretch burns in the best way, hispiercings adding an extra layer of sensation that has my toes curling. When I'm fully seated, I roll my hips.
His jaw tightens, his fingers flexing against my skin. "Move.”
I ride him like a fucking demon, my thighs burning, sweat dripping down my spine as I bounce on him like a fucking pogo stick. His thick shaft stretches me wide while my achingly hard dick slaps against his abs.
Zach's hands are everywhere—pinching my nipples until I cry out, stroking my dick like he owns it, gripping my hips so hard there’s no way I won’t have bruises tomorrow. And fuck, I want them. I want him to mark me, to claim me.
"Fuck, Zach," I moan, my head falling back, hands splayed against his chest for balance. "Right there . . . don't stop . . ."
“Take every fucking inch, Merci.”
