“I want to be balls deep inside you when you come, red. I want to feel you squeezing me.”
Within seconds, he’s freed himself, and my mouth waters at the sight of his magnificent erection. Since when are penises beautiful? I never saw them as more than a somewhat sentient appendage, but Jake’s is perfect—straight, long, and thick. For the first time, I look past the piercings and admirehim. The plump head is pink and swollen, glistening with precum, and below it, the sinuous veins that lead to it are bulging, dancing under thin skin. I watch as he rolls a condom down his bejeweled length, almost regretting that there needs to be latex between us.
The thought is quickly dismissed when I welcome him into the cradle of my thighs as he steps forward, and I shiver when his fingers slip close to my folds to push the thong further out of the way.
“Do I need to sign something before I enter you?” he asks, pressing the head of his latex-sheathed shaft onto me.
“No, the contract is still valid.”
“Brilliant.”
He goes slowly but unstoppably, his girthy length sinking into me. I can feel the piercings as he does, remembering how good they felt when he rammed in and out of me with intensity. We don’t kiss, staring into each other’s eyes as he enters me, which makes the moment strangely intimate. It’s like I feel him in my body and in my soul.
When his advance is restricted by my recalcitrant flesh, he slowly pulls out and then dips back inside further. Unable to stop myself, I look down, proud to see I’m almost taking him whole despite his impressive size. The way my thong is bunched to the side is a novelty for me, as I never had sex entirely dressed before. His gaze drops to where we join too, and when he retreats to the tip, we both see just how drenched I am, the latex coated with my arousal. It takes three more careful thrusts, and then he’s fully buried in me, the trimmed dark hair at his base meeting my dampened red curls.
“Fuck, you feel fucking amazing,” he groans.
“And I don’t even need piercings for that.”
I’m the one who initiates the following kiss, swallowing his chuckle, and while I’m absorbed by the way our tongues tangle and mingle, he slowly starts pumping in and out of me.God, it feels incredible.
The stretch comes with a slight amount of discomfort, but I don’t mind. It makes it all feel more real, and it makes the round ends of his numerous piercings drag on my walls deliciously. I’m full of him, and I miss the feeling every time he retreats, only to be satisfied again.
“You’re so fucking warm,” he rasps into my ear. “And so fucking tight.”
His pace changes, as well as his angle and amplitude. A mewl flies out of my lips as the head of him drags onto my front wall. Once more, I’m amazed by how well he knows female anatomy. That truth becomes even more glaring when one of his hands leaves my hip to dip between us and tease my sensitive crest.
“Jake,” I whimper, my nails digging into his shoulders through his thick hoodie.
Desperate to get more of him, I pull on the fabric, silently asking him to take it off. He quickly understands and removes it, along with what’s underneath, before discarding it on the counter next to us. His momentum never wavers, and my eyes glide down the perfection of his torso, the muscles, the tattoos, and land on the piercing in his nipple.
When his thumb returns to my clitoris, it all becomes too much. Sparks shoot up my spine, spawning from my core. My legs begin to tremble again, hooked around his narrow hips. “I’m gonna come,” I moan.
“I know, I can feel your pussy throb. Come, red. Come for me.”
And I do. I’m not sure if it’s because he ordered it or because of the baritone pitch, but I explode around him, my hands gripping his solid shoulders, nails clawing at the tattooed skin.
Jake shows no mercy, plowing into me as I come, his strong hands keeping me in place despite the bucking of my hips. And when I press my mouth onto his shoulder to muffle my moans, he grabs a handful of my hair and harshly tugs on it, forcing my soft cries to echo in the small room. The jolt of pain it triggers in my scalp travels down my spine to end in my core, making my walls clamp harder.
“Let them hear,” he demands, ravishing me with deeper thrusts. “Let them hear how much you enjoy my cock.”
His crude words propel me to even greater heights, and I can’t hold back the strangled cry that escapes me as my walls pulse tightly around him. This is why sex in a public place is on the list. The possibility of being caught or heard makes everything that much more thrilling. I’m lost in Jake’s embrace, and anyone outside might hear us.
I should hate it and be embarrassed, but I’m neither of those things. I’m invigorated, shaken by an unrelenting orgasm.
But it eventually relents, and Jake slows down just enough to let me catch my breath. My head falls back with a long sigh when he comes to a full stop, and my hooded eyes meet his green ones.
“You didn’t come,” I breathe out, realizing it just now.
“Not yet.”
“You’re like a machine.”
He chuckles, which makes his length shift inside my spent center. “You’re the one who comes too easily, love.”
“That was never an issue before.”
His cocky smile reminds me that I shouldn’t stroke his ego. It’s potent enough as is.
