“It’s your turn,” she says as she slides off the hood of the car and lays her hand on top of mine. She takes over the zipper, sliding it down with gentle fingers. I help her get the denim over my hips, and she gasps when my jeans fall down around my ankles. I’m not wearing underwear, and my cock is so hard it practically pokes her in the face.
She kneels on the floor in front of me.
“Shadow.” She gently explores the underside of my throbbing erection with her fingertips and touches the metal of a silver barbell. “You’re pierced.”
“Yep.” I attempt to control myself as she strokes my cock, feeling the veins and ridges and trying to make sense of the piercing.
“Is it sensitive?” she asks, using one finger to wipe away a thick drop of precome from my opening.
I reach for the strip of condoms I grabbed from the glove box of the GTO resting against the windshield wipers and tear one off. “We can play show-and-tell when we get back to my room.”
She takes the condom from me and tears it open, but before she slides it on me, she draws me into her mouth, closing the soft heat around my dick. I feel her tongue lap against the barbell, curious and gentle, and I have to suck in a breath and open my eyes to try to slow myself down. She sucks lightly at first, using her tongue to explore, but then I grab her hair and tug, lifting her face before I release every drop into her mouth.
“I wanna fuck you,” I tell her, and she nods as seriously as if we’re negotiating a contract.
She slides the condom over my wet dick and eases it carefully over the barbell.
“It’s fine,” I assure her. “It ain’t gonna rip the rubber.”
As soon as the condom is on me, she stands. This is fucking torture. Her nipples are still hard, and her chest is flushed. She’s licking my precome from her lips, and she’s so goddamn gorgeous, I don’t know whether to fuck her mouth, her ass, or everything at once.
“Bend over the car,” I tell her.
She does as I ask, facing the GTO then dropping her hands onto the hood. I lift her skirt and settle myself between her legs, notching the tip of my dick at her entrance. Before I fuck her brains out, I reach under her arms and cup her tits with my hands. I squeeze them, tweaking her nipples between my fingers.
She cries out and pushes her ass back against me. I drop my face to her exposed back while she leans forward, supporting her weight on the hood with her hands. Using her tits for leverage, I pull her toward me and slide inside her from behind, thrusting deep and slow until I’m so far inside her I see stars behind my eyelids.
I kiss her bare back, shove my nose into her hair, and breathe her in. All I can do is suck in the scent of her skin, her hair, her pussy, like a man who’s taken a nose dive into the depths of the ocean. I clutch her close, biting her shoulder. My eyes roll back in my head, and I bang her, hard, working out my pleasure against her body as she lifts her ass and presses against me.
“Shadow, I’m gonna come again.” Her voice is weak, a tiny sound moving at me through the darkness of the garage. She stiffens slightly under my hands, and I just manage to pinch her nipples before I feel her walls spasm hard around my shaft. “Oh my God!” she screams this time, a long, pleasure-racked wail so animalistic and raw, the sound alone does me in.
Matching her frenzied movement, I buck against her, coming in spurts so hard, my heart thumps against Violet’s back.
She slows and quiets before I’m done, meeting my every thrust with erotic panting and whimpers.
Finally, I’ve given her everything I’ve got. I’m empty, numb, and yet, I don’t want to let go. Don’t want to stop. Blood thundering in my legs, I bend at the waist and crash my cheek against her back.
We’re totally silent, the sounds of our breathing matched to the whipping sounds of the wind bashing against the building.
When my dick starts to shrivel, I pull out of her. She cries out softly, the surprise of our separation feeling as foreign and cold to me as it must to her. I peel off the condom and toss it in a nearby trash bin. My ass is tight, my legs coiled hard from fucking her standing up. And yet, all I want to do is climb right back on top of her, stuff my face in her hair, and breathe.
I tug my jeans back up over my legs and painfully zip up while my dick is still at half-mast. I grab the rest of the condoms and shove them into the back pocket of my jeans, and then I take Violet’s arms, turning her to face me. I lift the front of her dress to cover her tits and lean forward to kiss her.
She wraps her arms around me, her eyes wide. She looks thoughtful. Scared, maybe.
“You all right?” I ask, taking a small step back. I don’t know shit about this woman. Her life outside of here—none of that matters. What matters is right now. “Sweetheart?”
She sucks her lower lip into her mouth and bites down. “I’m just, like, numb. In the best ways,” she says. “That was the best sex I’ve ever had in my life.” She blinks fast. “Like, ever.”
I grab her hand and leave behind our mugs of now-cold coffee. I lead her toward the door, unlock it, and motion her through. “I can do better,” I tell her.
Back in my room, I peel that dress off Violet’s body and throw my jeans on the floor. We climb under the covers in my bed, and within what feels like seconds, we’re kissing again, frantic, deep kisses, as if we didn’t just come within an inch of our lives.
Violet is growing bolder. She takes the lead, kissing me and climbing onto my hips, shoving me back against the bed. She grabs my face in her hands and kisses me, biting my lips between her teeth and scraping my beard against her cheeks. She’s going to be raw before the storm is even over, but I don’t give a fuck. It can storm until hell freezes over, as long as I’ve got his woman in my bed.
She pulls away from feasting on my mouth and kisses her way down my belly. She massages my arms, laces her fingers through mine, lifts my hand to inspect the tattoos on the inside of my wrist. She licks the inside of that wrist and then drops my hand and moves her attention to a tiny mole I have just beneath my belly button. She breathes hot kisses against my skin while she reaches for my balls, cupping them, massaging their weight with her fingers. My cock springs to life, and she reaches again for the underside, fondling the barbell.
“I can’t believe you’re pierced,” she whispers, rolling another condom over my erection. “Can I ride you?” she asks quietly. “I want to know what it feels like with me on top.”
