“Goddamn, yes.”
He stared down at her, gaze fiercely lit. The hand that slid from the top of her head and down to her jawline was gentle until he shifted, wrapping her hair around his fist and holding her from taking the head back into her mouth.
Suddenly she wanted it so much it surprised her. Straining to get closer, she licked across the head, shuddering at the groan he gave in response.
“Starving for it.”
She hummed her assent.
Magic.
PJ on her knees, those pink glossy lips wrapped around his cock, her cheeks rosy after struggling against his hold to get her mouth on him, was utterly breathtaking.
He rolled his hips, slowly fucking her mouth. She was tentative with the piercing. At first. Then she pushed a little, tugged a little harder, flicked her tongue faster.
He rode up to the thinnest of moments before climaxing and then pulled back. Her brow furrowed and she frowned.
Hauling her to her feet, he backed her to the bed and rolled on with her, tucking her body beneath his.
He had to take the reins and slow things down. Need beat at him with closed fists but he’d waited for this, fought it, and now that it was happening he needed to pay attention.
He shifted to keep the majority of his weight off her, his body between those luscious thighs. Her pussy was slick and he groaned when he brushed through it with the line of his cock as he settled.
When he reached her mouth, he took his time, kissing her long and slow until the heat between them was warm honey. He licked down her throat to the hollow there, circling it with the tip of his tongue.
She sighed softly, and the nails she’d had digging into his shoulders relaxed as he licked again and then nibbled across her collarbone.
“I love these freckles,” he murmured over a spot he’d licked and then blew over.
“Good thing, since I’ve got so many.”
He licked a trail down her chest, around the outer swell of her right breast, circling up to the nipple.
It drew tight and darkened as he twisted the barbell a few times. He loved the way women’s nipples looked when they were pierced. All that pretty, puffy glory of the nipple, feminine and soft, with a ring or a bar through it. The soft made even more alluring by the hard.
She gasped and shivered as he grazed the nipple with his teeth and then kissed his way over to her other breast to do the same there.
When she writhed, he lost a lot of his control as the scalding hot seam of her pussy slid against his cock.
He backed up a little, going to his knees between her thighs. This way she was wide open to him and he could get a look or a touch or a kiss of his favorite parts of her body.
She gazed up at him, her breath coming a little faster, lips glossy and swollen from sucking his cock and all those kisses.
He grabbed his cock at the root and slid the beads in his piercing and the head of his cock over her clit.
She sucked in a breath.
He did it again and then gave her clit a parting tap with his piercing. Her gaze blurred a moment and she got hotter and wetter against his cock.
“You like that?”
“Yes.”
“Next time I want you to tell me, understand? I try something new and it revs you up, I want to know.” He tapped harder, and then once more. “I’ll be able to tell, of course. You’re so wet right now, just waiting for me to put my cock inside.” He dipped the head, brushing it against her entrance and having to shiver himself at how fucking good it felt. At how much control he had to use to keep from plunging inside.
“I’ll know, but I want you to tell me.”
Her gaze sharpened and that light came into it. A challenge. Damn it, she pushed his buttons. All the good ones.
Grinning, he shimmied down, ignoring her attempts to get him back to where he’d been. He spread her labia wide and took a lick and then another because she tasted so good. He played his tongue along the underside of her clit until she got very close and moved to her thigh, kissing and nibbling, and then over to the other side.
“You hate me!”
Laughing, he bent his head and as he held her open wide, sealed his mouth around her clit and sucked it slow. Over and over, in and out until she slammed a hand to the bed.
“I really like this part,” she said right as she came.
Christ, she made him laugh.
He got up and settled on his back on the bed and she joined him, snuggling on her side facing him, licking up his neck.
“Liked what part? Coming or pussy eating?”
She paused, thinking. “Well, I certainly like to come as a result of some excellent pussy eating. Pussy eating is certainly more pleasurable when there’s a climax involved. But I like coming from all sorts of sex-related type activities, just for future reference.”
“I’ll keep that in mind. Climb aboard.”
“I’m hot for you, I can’t lie. Well, I mean, your face was just buried in my pussy, so I suppose that was a clue. Anyway, like I said, I’m totally down with this, but I don’t fuck without condoms. Just a rule.”
“Good. Neither do I. But I’m not going to fuck you. Just yet.”
He dug that she respected herself enough to demand protection. He most certainly did. It went hand in hand with the challenge in her eyes and the way she seemed so gloriously at home in her sensual skin.
She rolled up to her knees, throwing one over his waist to settle herself against him.
She bent to kiss him, nibbling his earlobes and getting off on the way his breath caught. The power of affecting a man like this one roared through her as she backed up and slid herself over his cock. “Do you know how ridiculous you are?”
“In a good way or a bad one? Oh fuck yes, grind that pussy on me.”
“Well.” She paused to do it again, sliding her pussy up and down the line of his cock, closing her eyes as the bloom of pleasure spread from her clit outward each time the beads on his piercing and the crown of his cock stroked over her. This was a million and a half times better than masturbating any other way. She wished she could just go into Babeland and buy an Asa for herself to keep around the next time she got horny.
“I’ll need to add dirty talk to the ridiculous list,” PJ said. “A good one, obviously, because if it was bad I wouldn’t be getting you all wet right now.”
“I’m glad you have standards to go with all your other positive attributes.”
He could be all dark and broody one moment and then make her laugh the next. There was something so exciting about being with him.
She began to ride him for real, undulating her hips as she moved her body up and back on her calves, her hands braced at his hips.
“You’re ridiculous because you’re so sexy and hot. An alpha male who rides motorcycles and drives a cool car. You’re covered in ink and muscles; you’ve got tall, dark, and dangerous down pat. I never gave much thought to size. Probably because no one came to the table with what you do. However, I plan to look into the whole idea of being a size queen. Because yeah, I like what you’re packing.”
She bent to kiss him quickly but he caught her lip between his teeth and tugged. “Make yourself come once more and then I’ll fuck you.”
There were literally zero flaws with that plan.
Two years before, with a long-term boyfriend, PJ had gotten herself off in front of him and he’d sort of… judged her for it. Like hello, she’d had his cock in her how many times and he was judgy about the fact that she knew how to make herself come?
She pushed the memory from her head because she knew for sure that this man thought it was hot. So there.
Levering so that her hands rested behind her, on his thighs, she rubbed herself along the line of his cock over and over. He felt so good, his gaze roaming all over her body, his cock hard and delicious against her clit each time. She knew it wouldn’t be long.