He briefly moves away, reaching into the pocket of his discarded jeans. The crinkle of the wrapper fills the room, a sound that sends a fresh wave of anticipation coursing throughme. It’s then that I notice the silver barbell piercing at the base of his shaft and a small star tattoo on the head of his cock.
God, this guy is fucking crazy.
I watch, my desire mirrored in his heated gaze as he rolls the condom down his length, the action deliberate and strangely erotic.
“Look at me,” he commands, and reluctantly, I pull my eyes away from his extraordinary cock to meet his eyes. In their depths, I find a silent question.
“Yes,” I answer it. “I want this. I want you.”
His exhale is one of relief, mingled with a need that matches my own. He positions himself at my entrance, the head of his cock nudging against me, promising a fullness I’m desperate for. But he waits, giving me a moment to savor the anticipation of what’s to come.
In the quiet of our hushed breaths, he leans down, capturing my lips in a sweet, tender kiss, a gentle caress that makes my heart flutter.
Fuck.
“You have no fucking idea how much I want you, too,” he murmurs against my lips, and I believe him. I feel cherished, not just desired, and it’s a heady combination I haven’t felt in years.
And one that scares the shit out of me.
Before I can overthink it, he thrusts forward smoothly, filling me completely and making us gasp. The stretch is exquisite, a sensation that borders on pain but quickly morphs into pleasure. My legs wrap around his waist, pulling him even deeper, wanting all of him.
“Fuck, baby. You feel so goddamn good.” He begins to move, building a rhythm. I’m lost in the sensations of his skin against mine, his scent, and the sound of our bodies.
“Harder,” I beg, and he responds immediately, gripping my hair at the top of my head by the root and yanking hard enough to make my scalp sting in the most delicious way.
His pace quickens, the force of each thrust making the bed shake beneath us as the sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room. His grip tightens, I moan louder, and the raw heat of our bodies colliding overwhelms every other thought. The air is thick with the scent of sex, our existence narrowed to nothing but the rhythm of his body pounding into mine.
“Look at you,” he growls out. “So fucking perfect.” His grip on my hair loosens, and his hand slips until his fingers find my clit, circling in time with the rhythm of his thrusts. Every movement sends a jolt of electricity through my body, and I’m spiraling closer to the edge once more.
Suddenly, he stops. His fingers brush against the condom, pausing as he pulls out just enough to glance down at his cock.
My breaths are coming in ragged gasps. “What?”
“Had to check if it broke.” That familiar, cocky grin spreads across his face, lighting up his features in a way that makes my stomach flip. “Because there’s no fucking way you feel this good with protection on.”
A breathless laugh escapes me. “You’re such an idiot.”
“Maybe.” He chuckles, leaning down to kiss me hard, his lips pressing against mine with a renewed sense of urgency. “But I’myouridiot.”
My protest is overridden by a moan when he thrusts back into me, harder this time, his fingers finding my clit again. My back bows as all my nerves light up yet again, the tension building once more while his words still hang in the air. His thrusts grow even harder, more desperate like he’s trying to fuse us together. My body responds in kind, my hips rising to meet him.
“Stop trying to top me from the bottom,” he growls out against my mouth. “I thought you said you’re a pillow princess?”
I laugh, but it quickly turns into a moan as he hits that perfect spot inside me. My response is to dig my nails into his back, pulling him closer, deeper, until I can’t tell where he ends and I begin. We’re a tangle of limbs as well as a mess of sweat and glitter.
“You’re taking my cock so fucking good,” he praises.
I clench down on him, and he groans into my ear. I can feel myself getting lost in him as his body moves against mine while his hands roam over me like he can’t get enough.
This is what I needed.
“You’re gonna make me lose my fucking mind,” he grits out, almost echoing my thoughts, as his pace falters for a moment before he regains control.
My head falls back, a moan slipping from my lips as the pleasure builds, hot and fast. When he leans in and bites into the side of my throat, the pain, combined with his thrusts, sends shockwaves through my core, pushing me closer and closer to the edge again.
“Please, please, please.” It’s a chant on my lips, a plea that echoes through the room, blending with the sound of our bodies colliding.
His lips brush over my shoulder, kissing and nipping at my skin as his thrusts grow more erratic. “Fuck, baby,” he groans out. “You’re so fucking tight, I can’t?—”
