She sounds like she's on the verge of tears now for a different reason entirely. Her hand grips my hair, and I flatten my tongue against her clit, giving her pressure while I suck around it, my fingers digging into the firm muscle of her thighs. She's about to break, so close… and I want it. I want it all.
And then, she goes over the edge.
I feel the rush of her arousal against my tongue, taste, it, feel her break apart as she cries out and bucks against me, her entire body shuddering with the force of her orgasm. My cock throbs painfully, stiff against my belly, more pre-cum slicking my abs as I devour her pussy while she comes. I don't want to stop. I roll my tongue against her, push two fingers into her to feel her ripple and clench around them, and Liesl lets out another cry, more spasms wracking her body as I send her into another series of orgasmic shudders.
When she finally slumps against the bed, my face is soaked and my cock is throbbing. All I want is to be inside of her. And I can't wait any longer.
16
LIESL
My heart is racing, and I can't think.
Andrei just made me come so fucking hard. I can feel the throb of it between my legs still, my muscles limp and my body boneless from the force of the orgasm. I'm embarrassingly drenched between my legs, and I think I might have bruises on my thighs tomorrow from how hard he was gripping me.
And I want more.
This shouldn't be happening. I shouldn't want this—shouldn't wanthim—with this desperate, aching intensity that makes it hard to breathe. He kidnapped me. He's killed people. He's keeping me prisoner in a war I never asked to be part of.
But when he looks at me like he is right now, I can't remember why any of that should matter.
Andrei rises up on his knees, shedding his pants the rest of the way and leaning over me. I can still feel his cum on my skin, sticky and cooling, but it's not gross the way I've thought it was with anyone else. It feels… right. Like I should have him on me. In me. Everywhere.
He leans down, his hot cock pressing against my belly as his mouth finds mine again, and I tilt my chin up, kissing him back willingly. I don't know how we got here. All I know is that I can't stop touching him, wanting him. Can't imagine being anywhere else but here, in his arms, in whatever this is between us.
The weight of his body presses me into the mattress, and I feel safe. Confined in a place where all that matters is him and I and how good this all feels—the wetness between my thighs that's all for him, the hot, throbbing ridge of his cock on my cum-slicked belly, the press of my mouth against his, the cool of his piercings against my skin.
"Liesl," he murmurs against my mouth. I wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him closer, and he makes a sound low in his throat that vibrates through both of us. His hand slides down my side, over my hip, my thigh, and then he's lifting my leg, hooking it over his hip, opening me to him.
He reaches down with his other hand, moving his cock so that it's angled against me. I feel the piercing through the tip of his cock rub against my senstiive, swollen clit, and I let out a mewling gasp of pleasure that makes Andrei's eyes darken.
"You like that,ptitsa?" He angles it again, brushing the tip against my clit once more. When my hips jerk, his lips curl in a slow, sensual smile, and this time he does it purposefully. "Come for me again, then."
I stare up at him, wide-eyed, as he starts to fuck my clit with the tip of his cock. He rubs it back and forth in a steady rhythm, the heat of his swollen tip and my aroused flesh contrasting with the cool of the metal in a way that feels like it could drive me insane. He rubs me for a moment more, then grabs my legs, hooking them around his hips on either side and then pushing two fingers of his left hand into my pussy. He buries them in me while he holds his cock with his right hand, pushing that piercedflesh over mine again and again as he drives me closer and closer to the edge for the second time.
And then, the second orgasm hits.
The pleasure starts at the crux of my thighs and radiates outward, through bones and muscle, sending spasms of sensation through my body that are stronger than anything I've ever felt. Every orgasm he gives me is like nothing I've experienced before. It's intense and passionate and makes me want to burst into tears, but I'm so overloaded I can't even do that. My back arches and I grab at his arm, scratching, and I think I hear him groan. My pussy clenches around his fingers, and then he pulls them out, and I whimper.
I feel the blunt head of his thick, pierced cock push against my entrance, and then he starts to slide in, so excruciatingly slowly that I swear I can feel every ridge, every vein on his shaft as I clasp around him, still fluttering from the orgasm.
A low, deep sound pulls from his chest, and he leans forward, his chest and belly pressed to mine. His body is so hard, thick with muscle, and he wraps his fingers around my wrists, pulling them over my head as he kisses me again.
His cum is on both of us now, as his body moves against mine, mingling with our sweat. The tip of his cock is inside of me, then the first piercing below it, the thickness of his shaft stretching me despite two orgasms and how fucking wet I am. My pussy flutters around him again, and I feel his hips jerk as a rasping gasp comes from him.
His ice blue eyes lock onto mine, and I feel my heart pounding. There's a well of emotion in his face like what I saw that first night when this happened, when I helped patch him up in the bathroom. Like there's something between us that neither of us wants to admit is real, but is.
Another inch, another piercing. Every time he's in me, I'm so full it almost hurts, but I don't want him to stop.
I clutch at his hands wrapped around my wrists, my hips arching. "More," I whisper, and his eyes darken.
"You want more of my cock,ptitsa? Then ask sweetly." His hips tilt, giving me another inch, and I whimper helplessly.
"Please. More, Andrei,please…" I feel like I can't breathe. He gives me more, inch by slow inch, the piercings rubbing spots inside of me that I never knew could be touched. His pelvis brushes my clit as he rocks deeper, more of his cock sinking into me, and I feel like I'm going to sob. I'm going to come. I might do both.
That last inch slides into me, his hips meeting mine, and I shatter.
I feel my entire body tense and clench around him, rippling as I squeeze his cock, writhing beneath him. There's pressure against my clit from where his hips are resting, but it's not just that… it's the feeling of him inside of me, stimulating meeverywhere, and I feel like I'm going to come forever. It comes in waves, pleasure pulsing through me, and then he starts to move.
