He pulls back, his piercing grazes my walls. I’ve never had sex with a guy who’s pierced, so the feeling of the metal inside me is all new, and I fucking love it. The sensation is nothing like how it felt in my mouth. I thought it might hurt, but it’s a pleasurable pain.
When he thrusts back inside me, I move to meet him as best I can, but this position doesn’t allow me much room to shift. It doesn’t seem to faze him because he tightens his grip on my neck, the pressure on my hip harsh.
Lost in the sensation of him, I moan, trying to grip anything I can when he slams into me again and again. The force causes my nipples to rub against the cool fabric of the sheets, sending a delicious shiver down my spine. I’m moving higher and higher up the bed, my grip on the bedding doing nothing.
He thrusts inside me deeply, so deep an ache forms in my lower stomach. As he continues pounding into me from behind, he moves his hand from my neck to my back to keep me where he wants me. His other hand clenches onto my hip, his fingers digging in roughly when he pulls me on and off him.
The sounds of our bodies slapping against each other echo through the room, only turning me on more. My cheek slides against the mattress, and I chew on my bottom lip, groaning out in pleasure while my pussy contracts around his hard cock.
There’s a charge in the air. Even though this is rough, fast, hard, and dirty, there’s still a spark, a magnetism, pulling us together. The energy is strong, surging between us while Danger hisses through gritted teeth, continuing to hammer into me.
My back arches slightly at the feeling overtaking me again. Heat swells over my body, basking me in vast warmth. Sweat glistens over my skin while tingles shoot down my spine. My eyes shut tight, and I whimper, his hand leaving my hip to slide under me.
He finds my clit, pressing on it, making me moan out loud and causing sharp energy to burst through me. My muscles tense, and flashes ignite and dance behind my eyes as I grit my teeth, gasping while the mind-shattering orgasm hits me hard. He thrusts up into me deeper, making the orgasm intensify, and I can’t hold back.
“Fuck, Danger,” I moan out loud.
He pummels into me harder and faster, his balls slapping against me as he groans, moving both his hands to my hips to help shift me on and off him. The movement forces my body to slide furiously up and down the mattress, but I’m too spent to care. He thrusts impossibly deep, stilling, and then I feel the weight of his load when he explodes inside me.
“Fuuuck!” he growls, his voice so husky and deeply sexual it almost makes me come again.
Panting for breath, he pumps a few more times, letting the aftershocks subside, then runs his hand up my spine and into my hair. He fists it and pulls my head further to the side for me to look at him. Danger moves a little so I can see him better when he bends down, his sweaty chest connecting with my back. He takes my mouth with force. The kiss is dominant. His cock is still embedded inside me, his weight driving him impossibly deeper. Then he bites my bottom lip and lets my hair go as I fall, my chest landing on the bed.
When he pulls out of me, his piercing grazes my walls once more. It doesn’t feel as nice going out as it did going in, causing me to wince as he withdraws.
Standing to his full height, he steps back and taps my ass lightly. “You are something else.”
I tilt my head. “You don’t know the half of it.”
“Yeah, I believe that.”
“So… what now?” I ask, wondering if he’s going to want me to leave.
He raises an eyebrow and smirks. “I don’t know about you, but I need to wake up to that. So if you’re up for it, how ’bout we crawl into that bed, wake up halfway through the night for round two, go back to sleep, and then do it all again in the morning?”
I was positive he’d want me to go, but I’m glad he wants me to stay. “Sounds like a plan,” I chime through a mischievous smile.
Danger leans over, peels back the covers, and gestures for me to get in. He hops onto the bed, lies on his back, then puts his arm out so I can move into his side. I place my hand on his chest, noticing his nipple piercings.
How did I miss those?
“So that was…” I trail off.
“Yeah, it was. I wanna thank you for fixing me.”
I tilt my head up to look at him with a questioning brow. “Fixing you?”
“It’s a long story, so I’ll give you the abridged version. Before I came to Australia, I was engaged to Ella…” He pauses like saying her name is earth-shatteringly hard for him. I bite my bottom lip as he continues, “Ella left me for another man. I changed everything I was for her. I moved countries for her. I left my band for her. She was my everything. So when I left England, part of me broke, and not just my heart… my damn cock as well.”
I crease my eyebrows and look at him with a questioning stare.
He takes a breath. “After Ella, I couldn’t get my cock to work. I tried fucking women, but he wouldn’t come to the party. Not even with them naked in front of me, feeling them up…nothing.Until you.”
“Me?Really?”A small, unexpected laugh erupts from somewhere inside me.
“Yes. The moment I saw you in Strapless on that pole, my cock woke up. That’s the night you cured me.”
“Well, now I’m flattered… thank you.”
