“Tsk tsk,” he murmurs against me. “What did I say? No moving. Not until I tell you.”
A whiny noise comes from my throat that doesn’t sound like me at all.
“Maybe I should pull out,” he thinks aloud, his nose grazing the column of my throat as his mouth moves toward my ear. “Maybe I should get you off again. This time with my mouth. Make you ride my face until you’re flooding me. Get you good and wet and primed.”
I shake my head. “No. I want you like this.”
I claw at him as his movements over my nerves quicken until I feel that sensation build in the pit of my stomach again. My fingernails drag along the corded muscles of his back, and he groans and moves forward, sinking into me a little farther. I feel so full, but not full enough, and I know he’s barely in because I don’t feel his piercing yet.
“For fuck’s sake, you feel good.” He groans, pausing once again despite how badly I want him to keep going. “I could come just like this. Not even all the way inside you. You have no idea…”
His eyes focus on my mouth as his words trail off, like there’s so much more he wants to say but holds himself back.
Part of me wants to know, and the other, more logical side of me, is afraid to hear it.
“Would you let me?” he asks, moving out of me before pushing back in. He doesn’t go any further than before; he just repeats the movements. Careful not to thrust. Always aware of every breath, moan, and flinch that his movements create within me.
“Y-yes,” I admit, wrapping my arms tightly around his neck and squeezing as I allow my body to adjust to his thick cock. And that piercing…
God, that piercing.
“I bet you’d come again,” he murmurs, peppering kisses along my face. My forehead. My temple. The tip of my nose. One cheek, then the other. But never my mouth, and all while moving in and out of me.
Just the tip, and maybe half an inch more.
“I bet I could get you to come all over my cock just like this,” he continues, his mouth pressing a dangerously close kiss to mine. His lips land on the corner of mine, a breath away from sealing something between us.
But he keeps going, his mouth moving away to trail along my jaw. My throat. Back up to my ear. The path he creates leaves fire in its wake, overheating my naked body as he pumps in and pulls out.
“More,” I beg, unashamed of the need in my voice. My fingernails dig into his shoulder blades again as he moves over me.Inme. “Please, Thomas. I need more.”
A knowing smirk curls his lips. “My girl is a needy little thing, isn’t she?”
My girl.I contract around him, my nipples getting harder at the sentiment that should most definitely not get me wet. But it does. Boy, does it ever.
And Thomas knows that.
Hefeelsit. “You like that, don’t you? Being claimed? You don’t even need to answer. I can feel how you react to it.” He slips in deeper, and I can feel the piercing nudge me.
I tense for a moment at the idea of it going inside, but he’s quick to hush my worries with soothing praises and pets that have my leg muscles loosening and spreading even wider for him.
Just when I think it’s not possible for him to go in even deeper than he already is, he does. I gasp at the fullness—at the way I stretch around him. It’s painful, I won’t lie. Discomfort settles between my legs at the intrusion that’s so blunt that a voice in my head urges me to get it out.
But then he moves his hand between us, settling on my core to work the oversensitive nerve endings to get me to stop panicking. “You can trust me,” he promises, his thumb workinglazy circles around my clit. “You can let go and let yourself enjoy what I’m giving you. That’s it, sweetheart. I can feel you relaxing. You’re—” A groan rips through him as he moves his hips forward and his piercing enters me.
Andholy shit.
A pinch of pain fills me, but is quickly wiped away by the sensation of him hardthere. He feels way too good—better than he should. Every time a shift brings me even the slightest bit of discomfort, he makes it up to me with his mouth and hands.
Until…
Until…
“Thomas,” I breathe out, feeling the telltale sign of tingles shooting down my spine.
“Are you going to be a good girl and come on my cock?” he asks, brushing hair out of my face and cupping my cheek. “Are you going to vice grip me? Answer me, Winter.Look at me.”
He gives me no choice but to look at him, and I lock eyes as I teeter on the edge of yet another orgasm that surely won’t happen. Not again. “I-I…” Too much. This is too much and not enough, somehow, at the same time.
