I slowly drag a finger over his treasure trail as I lower my gaze, and relish the feeling of his abs tightening in response.
“I could never even compare to you,” I say absentmindedly. “You’re…you’rebeautiful, Cass.”
He cups my face and bends to look into my eyes. “You can’t, but that’s only because you’re already ranked way above me.”
My heart beats rapidly at that. “Flawed compliments will take you nowhere.”
He grins. “Well, it’s a good thing I’m an honest guy, then.”
I chuckle around a shake of my head, then tilt my head to the side. “Touch yourself,” I tell him.
If he’s shocked by my command, he doesn’t show it. He simply smirks and fists his cock, and I see my name on the inside of his wrist moving with every single pump of his hand.
“Fuck.” His Adam’s apple bobs as he strokes himself. “Jesus Christ.” He works himself more, and I watch as a thick bead of precum slides down from his slit and onto his piercing. “Nia…” He slows his pace, then places a hand on the wall next to my face before leaning close to me. “I love how you taste on my tongue,” he says, then bends to suck on the skin beneath my ear, making me moan. “Mm, you smell so good, baby.” He grazes his lips over the shell of my ear. “So good.”
I spread my legs further and cup the nape of his neck. “Fuck me, Cass,” I order.
He moves back and scans my face. “You sure?” he asks.
I nod. “And before you ask: yes, I’m clean, and no, we don’t need a condom. I’m on a pill.”
He grins. “So eager…” He rubs his crown over my clit. “Oh, and by the way, I’m clean too.”
“Lovely.” I bunch his soft hair in a rough grip. “Now, put that cock inside me and fuck my pussy, because I’m quite literally losing my mind right now.”
He lets go of a surprised laugh. “Aye, ma’am.” He lifts me up, and as I wrap my legs around his waist, he rocks his hips forward and enters me in a single thrust.
I hiss as he stretches me, and when the cold steel of his piercing meets my skin, I clench around him in a silent request for him to give me more.
He grabs my waist and pushes forward, burying himself deep inside me.
“God,yes,” I breathe, pulling his mouth to mine.
“Feels good, huh?” he says, thrusting into my harder.
“More than,” I reply, just as breathless as him.
He moans against my lips before kissing me, then rotates his hips and pushes into me with abandon.
I groan and tighten my hold on his hair becauseGod, that piercing of his is driving me mad in the most delicious way possible.
He grunts and pushes into me deeper. “That’s right; clench that cunt ‘round my cock,” he hisses. “Fucking clench it, baby.”
I hum and do what he wants me to, which makes him grin.
Is this what complete, utter bliss looks like? Is this how it feels to be entirely unhooked from reality, to be lost in something –someone– who worships you for who you are?
Is it safe for me? For him?
For our hearts?
The sounds of our heavy, uneven breathing, and of our thighs slapping against each other’s as Cass fucks me, are the only things I can hear as my ears buzz and warmth fills my belly.
I place my left hand on his heaving chest. “Faster, Cass,” I whisper, and curse when he delivers. My back arches off the door, and sweat trickles down my temples as my orgasm washes over me in a blinding wave.
“Shit,” he spits out, and starts moving inside me a bit unsteadily.
I massage the back of his head, and watch as his lashes shadow his cheeks when he closes his eyes. He bunches his jawand touches his forehead to mine, and with one last thrust, he calls my name before coming inside me.
