With my arm bent above me, I clutch the pillow to prevent my hips from flexing. “Stop staring at my dick.” My husky voice breaks the silence, and I swallow to wet my dry throat. “You have two others.”
Eyes wide and transfixed, she shakes her head lazily, as if in a daze. “Not like this, I don’t.”
“Jesus, the shit you say.” A chuckle vibrates my chest, and my face flushes—fuck, my entire body flushes.
“You have…” she touches each piercing, “six.”
I smile, amused by her astonishment. “Yes, princess. I’m aware.”
She flicks the tiny ring at the base just above my balls, and her gaze darts to mine to appraise my reaction. “It doesn’t hurt you? If they pull?”
“You won’t hurt me. Here, give me your hand.” I curl her fingers around my shaft and jerk roughly, stroking each piercing. “See?” I rasp, the word strained.
I remove my grip, and the sight of her small hand encircling me has my hips jolting, thrusting into her fist.
More precum flows, slicking her grasp, and she goes harder, faster.
Desperation swims through my veins, my abs tense, and I pulse in her palm. “Fuck. If you don’t ride me, I’m going to come all over your fingers—and Ireallywanna come inside you and make you mine.”
***
Aurora
Reece is all man—muscles, tattoos, scars, bruises, and bandages—looking like he walked off the set of an action film. He’s tall, his long legs stretching to the foot of the bed. His tone is throaty, words blunt. His hair is overgrown, curling at the ends, and a few weeks’ worth of stubble roughens his jawline. His eyes, a midnight blue in the dim light, are half-lidded and lustful, an aphrodisiac that shoots straight to my core.
His large hand finds my hip and guides me over him. I rise on my knees, my heart thundering with anticipation, and align myself. The recent memory of his piercings teasing my clit sends a thrill through me, and the thought of them inside me has a surge of wetness dampening my slit.
Palm on his chest, I lower myself onto him, agonizingly slow, relishing in the sensation of him filling me.
His fingertips dig into the muscle of my ass. I glance up, and his gaze is fixed on where he enters me, his brows pinched, his jaw clenched.
“You’re killing me, princess.” His grip tightens. “We can do soft and slow later. Right now, I need to fuck and fill you.” He lifts his hips and plunges into me.
I gasp and cry out. It’s intense. The stretch. The piercings. I feel every inch of him, every barbell and ring.
“Holy fuck,fuck.” His dark gaze connects with mine, mouth open and chest heaving. “Goddamn, you’re tight. Don’t move. You’ll adjust. I’ll go slower. Fuck.”
He pulses inside me, and I drop my weight to take him fully. I can’t remain still—he feels too good.
I whimper and writhe, desperately in need of friction. “Reece, please.”
He lets out a rough groan and circles my clit with his thumb. “Better?”
“Yes, please move.” I rock my hips, and another wave of wetness coats him.
He clasps my nape and drags me down for a hungry, frantic kiss. Our tongues intertwine, and he buries his cock in one, smooth stroke, his piercings hitting every erotic spot imaginable. A needy moan slips from my throat, and I squeeze around him.
“Fuck,” he exhales. “There’s no going back. You know that, right?”
“Yes,” I whimper, mindless to the pleasure of him so deep inside me.
“You’d better tell me now if you’re not all in.” He fucks me from below, pulling out halfway before driving into me andgrinding his pelvis against my clit. “Because I am, and after I fill you, there’s no getting rid of me.”
“I am—I want you.” I fist the sheets beside his head to keep my weight off his injured shoulder and meet him thrust for thrust.
His mouth is everywhere he can reach—my jaw, my throat, my tits, his teeth grazing my nipples. Over and over, those barbells hit just the right spot, and my body breaks out in a flash of heat, my legs trembling around his waist.
“You gonna come on my cock, angel?”
