He stands upright, leaning over the counter as he cages me in. “How you feelin’?”
“So good,” I murmur, a lazy orgasm induced smirk tugging on my lips. My arms stretch between us as I reach for his pants. “I’ll feel even better when you’re inside me.”
His mouth finds mine, soft and tender as he kisses me. I taste myself on his tongue and he moans into my mouth as I undo his pants and try to slide them down. He chuckles, lifting his mouth from mine.
“Whoever taught you how to do that deserves an award.”
“No one taught me.” He stares down at me, biting his lips. “I don’t go down on the women I sleep with.”
My brow furrows and my stomach does a somersault. “Who do you go down on?”
“No one,” he admits, shaking his head. His voice grows softer. “You.”
I’m the only one who’s had him like this.
My breath hitches, my heart crawling into my throat as his words slide under my skin and into my veins. His vulnerability has me at a loss for words. It’s not what I expected him to say. I like the thought of being the only one for him. He’s nothing like I expected him to be.
His eyes are still on mine as he stands upright and pushes his pants down, pulling his boxer briefs with them. I lift up, restingon the back of my elbows, my eyes sliding down the length of his torso to his cock.
I inhale sharply, my eyes widening. His cock throbs, standing at full attention. He’s thick and longer than I imagined. The head glistens, the tip wet with precum… and the metal ball of a barbell sticking out.Holy shit.
“You’re pierced.”
The corners of his mouth twitch. “I am. Is that okay?”
I swallow hard, bobbing my head. I’ve never been with anyone who was pierced before. “Does it hurt?”
He chuckles softly, dipping his head as he spits into his hand. I’m practically panting as he wraps his hand around the shaft of his cock, slowly stroking the length of it as he steps back between my legs.
“No,” he murmurs, shaking his head. “It won’t hurt you, either.”
“Okay,” I rasp, my eyes still on his cock as he pumps it with his left hand. “I want to feel it…” I look up at him. “Without anything between us.”
His nostrils flare as he sucks in a breath. “Yeah? I’m clean.”
“Me too.” I point to my arm where there’s an implant underneath my skin. “I’m on birth control, so that’s not a concern either.”
He lets go of his dick, his hands finding my hips as he drags me to the edge of the counter. “I’m not going to last long, Sunny,” he rasps as he presses his cock against me. The barbell brushes my clit and my body quivers. “Goddamn, look at you. You’re fucking beautiful.”
He pushes into me with a moan, his movements slow and calculated. I’m so wet and ready, I stretch around his cock with ease, taking every inch as he sinks into me. His hands find my hips, gripping my flesh as he slowly pulls out, stopping with just the tip inside.
He slowly enters me again, his piercing leading the way, stroking my insides as he drags his cock in and out of me. It’s the slowest, sweetest form of torture that has me lifting my hips off the counter, about to fall apart.
His fingers tighten, his movements becoming faster. He pumps his hips, pounding into me. Every stroke is harder than the one before. It’s obvious he’s starting to lose control as his breathing becomes choppy. I’m barely holding myself together.
We’re both a mess of moans as he stands at the edge of the counter, his body positioned between my thighs. He slides his hand between us, planting his palm against the bottom of my stomach as he rolls his thumb over my clit. Heat spreads through my body, pleasure erupting as he fucks me harder, thumb applying a delicious amount of pressure.
I clench around him, the pressure building inside. His eyes latch onto mine and the fire burns brightly in his eyes as he thrusts into me once more, my orgasm hitting me like a tidal wave, pleasure rolling throughout my body.
His face screws up, his hips rocking into me as he loses himself inside of me, my name falling from his lips in a ragged exhale.
There’s absolutely no way either of us are coming back from this…
CHAPTER TWENTY
MATTEO
“She was fucking beautiful.” - Julian Hart, Painted Inferno
