I pulled them out slowly, pushing her jeans down her legs.
“Ryan, someone might see.”
“They’ll not Soph. There’s never anyone here at this time of day. It’s just you, me and her.”
I waited a moment, my hands swiping up under her top, nipping the ends of her hardened nipples, and she pushed her chest into me, another moan escaping into the night, loud and animalistic. Then I nudged at the denim still covering her legs, and she wriggled them free, shivering as the air hit her bare skin.
“Good girl,” I whispered in her ear, bending her forwards, swiping her legs further apart, opening her wider, ready to take me.
She gasped as the head of my cock pushed inside her, her body tensing as the first barbell pulled through her flesh, her pussy squeezing tight against my cock, and my groans mixed with hers.
“Fuck,” I whispered against her neck as I pressed further into her.
Sophie’s fingers gripped the rust-coloured steel beneath her, her cries coming out on a breath as I filled her with more and more metal. Her flesh settled around me. Just for a moment while I stayed still. And then I started to move, the tightness of her pussy sending ripples over my cock as I fucked her at the feet of the Angel of the North.
Chapter Forty
My fingers clung to thick steel girders beneath me. Metal in front of me and metal inside me. Every inch I took, another barbell pushed through my flesh, moving tissues out the way as Ryan slowly pressed his way inside me. His arm wrapped round my waist, holding me steady for him, each movement dragging a ragged gasp from my throat and condensing in front of me in clouds of white.
Ry groaned from behind, his arm tightening. Inside, my pussy screamed silently as it adjusted, flesh resetting, just for a second. Then he shifted his hips, piercings pulling and grabbing, my pussy filled with heat and friction, pain mixed with the first hints of ecstasy as he moved his cock in and out of me.
His rhythm was slow at first, and I could feel him against my back, the roughness of his jeans against my bare legs. Cold fingers stroked under my top and I shuddered, my body shaking against him, and he growled low against my ear.
“Fuck, Soph,” hot words tickled my earlobe as his fingers stroked up, his left hand cupping my breast like he was feeling the weight.
Then his hand adjusted, his fingers brushing across the nipple, already cold and extra sensitive. And I shuddered again, pushing my hips back into him involuntarily.
“Sophie,” he whispered it like it was a warning as I sunk back onto his cock.
Ryan’s fingers tightened over my nipple, a little roll, a little pull, and the first wave of loss of control juddered through me. I pushed back into him again. This time he growled, the sound echoing in the dawn, and a rabbit scurried off to our left. His hips moved faster, the gentle, careful strokes of before lost, and he yanked his cock free, slamming it back inside me.
I cried out, recoiling at the loudness of my voice, but distracted in a second as he pumped into me from behind, the piercings inside of me twisting and pulling. Delicious agony. My pussy clenching, reacting, and even I could feel the juices flowing, the sound changing from the dry slapping of his body against mine to a muffled wetness.
“Fuck, you’re amazing, Soph,” Ry groaned in my ear, releasing my waist, his right hand travelling up over my body and stopping at the base of my throat.
He waited there for a second, listening, the pumping of his cock slowing down, when I gave him a little gasp, need difficult to hide, he squeezed tighter. Harder. Blood stopped for a second.The tiniest hints of fuzziness in my brain, the pressure in my pussy, stronger now.
“Ry,” I whispered, my voice vibrating against the palm of his hand. “Fuck me. Harder. Please.” My legs shook with anticipation and cold.
He stopped, dropping his hand, easing his cock from inside me. And for a moment I stayed, bent over the steel feet of the Angel of the North, disappointment creeping into my stomach. But soon cold fingers gripped my hips, turning me, pushing me backwards.
Ryan dropped to his knees, pushing my thighs wide. For a moment he held my gaze, and I waited, watching him, silently begging him to fill me full of something. Then he yanked, pulling me to him until I covered his face with my pussy and he was lost between my legs. I felt the tip of his tongue, the nudge, the heat, and I tried to clamp my legs round his head. But his hands held my legs open as he slowly pulled his tongue across my slit. He hummed as he went, the sound vibrating through me.
“Ry,” I gasped.
He swiped again, then pushed his tongue flat, dragging it up, pressure on my clit. I murmured something into the air, clouds of white rising in front of me, the gibberish still spilling from my mouth. Ry’s fingers gripped my thighs tighter, smothering himself between my thighs, the tip of his tongue diving inside, swiping, pushing, licking, sucking at my lips, teeth grazing over my clit. Then thick, hot pressure as he sucked it into his mouth. My legs shook around his face, my fingers tangling in his hair, my hips trying to move, but he held me still as his tongue lapped at my pussy.
“Fuck, Ryan,” I breathed.
“Let me have it, darlin’.” His lips and beard scratched at my swollen lips, and the first shudder racked through my body.
My fingers tightened against the handfuls of his hair. “Come on, Soph. More,” he instructed, his voice rasping out into the night.
His hands moved, pushing between my legs, his fingers finding my clit and swirling, and now I bucked my hips into his face, his mouth plucking at mine. Teeth grazing, just enough to make me gasp. Then he flattened his tongue again, holding it against me as I dragged my hips back and forth over his face.
“Good girl,” he hummed as my hands released from his hair and I collapsed back against the cold steel.
Above me the clouds turned terracotta, morning crept in overhead as Ryan moved settling between my legs again.
