His mouth latches onto my nipple, sucking hard around the piercing, sending jolts of pleasure straight to my core. His other hand grips my ass possessively, holding me down on him as if he never plans to let me go.
The lady who pierced me last week said I’d love the feeling during sex once they healed—and she was right. I haven’t let anyone near my nipples since I got them done, and now I can finally take the pleasure I’ve been craving.
His mouth wraps around me, sucking hard, sending jolts of pleasure through my body. His fingers tug at the base of my hair, forcing my back to arch as much as it can given the cramped space.
Breathless, trapped in the angle, I can barely keep up with the rhythm of his thrusts as he pounds into me harder. His free hand slides between us, fingers finding my clit. He rubs slow at first, teasing, before circling faster, building the pressure until my body trembles. My pussy clamps downaround him, and he groans deep, as if he can feel every twitch of my release.
He fucks me faster until I squirt all over him—soaking his pants, his fingers, everything.
I’m still shaking from my release as he grips both my ass cheeks, squeezing them together, his moan tearing free. His warmth spills inside of me, filling me until I can’t take another ounce. His teeth graze my neck before his tongue follows, pulling a shaky breath from me as I tilt my head back, giving in.
“Fuck, Jainey,” he growls against my skin, his grip bruising in the best way. “I knew the second I saw you… I had to have you.”
I collapse against him, forehead pressed to his, both of us gasping for air. “Funny, because I felt the same way,” I whisper, a shaky smile tugging at my lips.
“I see that,” he chuckles against my mouth. “And I’m not done with you yet—this is just the beginning of proving myself.”
“I think I like the sound of that,” I tell him brushing a quick peck against his lips. “You’re already doing a hell of a job, pretty boy.”
For a moment, neither of us moves. The world outside might as well not exist. His hand moves slow against my back, tracing lazy circles like he’s trying to calm me down—or maybe himself. The smell of him wrapping around me until I can finally breathe again, the taste of liquor lingering.
He lets out a low chuckle. “If we sit here any longer, the neighbors are for sure gonna start asking questions.”
“Hell, let them. Might make their lives a little less boring.”
He grins, and that look of his makes my stomach twist all over again. I slide off his lap, pretending to ignore how shakymy legs feel. I reach for the handle to open the door, when he beats me to it, guiding me out.
The cool air hits me instantly, sobering, kissing the sweat off my skin. I shiver, but his arm’s already around me. The man can go from reckless to gentleman in under ten seconds. Is it too soon to say I’m in love?
Inside, his place is sleek—dark furniture, a faint trace of cologne still hanging in the air—but I barely register the décor because he’s too distracting, and he knows it.
His hand finds mine again, fingers lacing together like it’s nothing, but every step down the hallway hums with something between tension and curiosity.
He did say I’ll be curious… and he was obviously right.
The door clicks shut behind us, and the energy that followed us from the car lingers, pulsing between each breath.
He steps close, brushing a strand of hair off my shoulder. I lean into him, my head settling on his chest, the sound of his heartbeat steady and deep against my ear. His fingers trail up and down my arm in slow, teasing lines that send goosebumps racing across my skin.
The world outside could be burning and I’d still be here, caught under his touch, letting the night swallow every thought but him.
I lift my chin, meeting those blue eyes that have no business looking that dreamy, yet daring all at once. He presses a kiss to my forehead and my pulse flutters like it has wings.
As we lay down I can’t help but be a little too intrigued with the idea of us. But that’s the stupid part—we don’t know each other at all. Still, something in me wakes up around him, like a match struck too close to the skin. I shouldn’t trust it , but it makes me want to reach for more instead of searching for the exit like I normally do.
I don’t know why I’m like this. It’s like I live for the challenge. I don’t know why I don’t fall for the guys who’s already head-over-heels for me. Instead, I’m here, falling someone who’s not only smooth with his word—but also his hands.
But nothing in my life ever follows logic, so maybe—I’ll just let this play out and see where it takes me.
Chapter Twenty
Unbothered
I
wake upwith my hair in a tangled mess, my mouth dry, and my mascara putting on its best raccoon impression. Reaching for my phone, the bright screen stabs at my eyes. Eight text messages. Five missed calls. And—seriously—three voicemails, really? Who even does that anymore?
Fuck. I completely forgot to call him. He probably thinks I’m still with Levy, and he’d be right.
