I stretched out, my leg sliding up as she settled between them, lying on her stomach as she gazed up at me.
“If this is your idea of punishment,” I began, gritting my teeth when her hand fisted around my cock, “then by all means, continue.”
“I’ve never seen piercings like this,” she whispered, her hot breath drifting off the sensitive head of my pulsing cock. It was so hard, so hot, I could feel my heartbeat throbbing there. “Did they hurt?”
“You want to talk about my piercings right now?” I asked low, my hand coming to her hair, gathering it back. I saw her pink tongue flash out, watched it drag up the unpierced side of my shaft. I held my breath, my gaze glued to that tongue, feeling it spark up my spine like she was tracing it there too. “Fuck, Amaia. Do that again.”
She did, even more slowly, as I held my breath. Then said, “I’m just curious. About you. About why you got them.”
“Wrap your lips around it, and I’ll tell you,” I rasped. Her eyes sparked, nearly making me smirk, but then all thought left my mind when she did as I requested. My back bowed when she sucked on the head. The little delighted, surprised moan in the back of her throat was the sexiest thing I’d ever heard.
“You like the way I taste,mariss?”
“Mmm,” she hummed, not even lifting off my cock to give a proper answer. I felt my sac squeeze, a rush of more pre-come spilling. She tightened her hand at the base of my shaft, her thumb rubbing one end of a piercing at the very bottom. A pulling, aching tease that rivaled her seeking, enthusiastic tongue.
On Muron, it felttoogood.
“It’s a Har—fuck—Hartan rite of passage,” I rushed out, my voice dark and husky and wobbly, my gaze rapt on her sucking my cock. “Look up at me.”
Her green eyes met mine, the erotic sight she presented scrambling every thought in my brain.
“It’s an ancient custom,” I continued when she squeezed harder at the base of my shaft, pumping her fist. “I’d always…been pressured to choose between two worlds. Getting them was my way of saying I could be both.”
Her eyes were warm as she regarded me, a spark of understanding in them. Those eyes made my heavy sac tighten, the first hint of an orgasm growing, coiling in my belly.
“And yes, it didfuckinghurt,” I growled. “But Ilikedit.”
There was a challenge in her eyes. She finally lifted off my cock to ask, “You always need pain to come?”
“Yes,” I replied immediately, answering on instinct, because I couldn’t remember the last time I hadn’t needed some sort of stimulus to reach an orgasm. When I’d come with Amaia last night, the bite of her teeth had gotten me there. Relatively tame, but just the hint of pain had been there, shoving me over that invisible threshold to completion.
“Interesting,” she whispered, a small tug of a devious smile on her lips.
“What are you up to?”
“Nothing at all,” she replied before her lips wrapped around me again.
I closed my eyes for a brief moment, letting the sensation of simple pleasure swarm me. The heat of her mouth, the silky tease of her tongue dragging up the line of metal piercings, the delicate sound of them hitting her teeth.
She grew more comfortable, taking me deeper, her jaw widening as she sank down. She found a rhythm that had me squirming underneath her, that had me cursing all her previous lovers—a ridiculous sense of possessive jealousy filling me at the thought ofanyonebut me experiencing her like this.
It didn’t make any sense, but she had my mind scrambled.
“I’m going to come,” I breathed a handful of moments later, my hand tightening in her hair, being a little selfish as I guided her down. She tugged on a piercing, a sharp jolt. “Amaia?—”
Just as the burn started to sizzle its way up my shaft, she pulled back, making me growl out a curse. My abdomen clenched, frustration rising.
As I fought not to come, she rubbed the tip of my cock across her lips, watching me.
“So it’s like that,” I breathed.
“Will you let me do what I want?” she asked, letting me come down from that near explosion. “Or will you get demanding again?”
“Is this punishment for ordering you around?” I asked.
“Maybe a little,” she said, a flutter of a smile crossing her lips. “But I also just want to see if you really do need pain to find your pleasure. Or if I can just make you mindless enough that it won’t matter.”
Fuck.
