Chapter 8 #3
“I’m not a doctor,” she says with the utmost seriousness as she straddles me, then rolls her hips against my cock. My basketball shorts are doing nothing to hide how hard she’s making me. Not that she seems to mind.
Fuck me. This is everything.
Ally Hart, using me, riding me until she gets what she wants.
Yes, fucking please.
She moans; I groan. Her hips roll, mine meet hers.
I’m giving her everything she wants tonight because even through the pain, there’s a very real possibility that this might never happen again and I want to have this moment in my memory forever.
I place my hands on her hips, guiding her moves, and she lets me. Her head tilts back, giving me a great view of her tits.
“Do you know how many times I've imagined you like this?”
She opens one eye and leans forward before placing her palm over my mouth.
“Remember how I said I like it when you don't talk?”
She’s moving more vigorously now, getting herself off as she rides me. She’s going so fast, there’s a real risk she’s going to rub my dick out of existence.
She bends forward, capturing my mouth with hers again, and I kiss her like I mean it, giving her everything.
I press my fingers into her hips, testing how much involvement she’ll let me have. She moans. It’s sexy and nearly too much for my overstimulated dick.
Suddenly, she freezes and her eyes open. Before I can protest, she’s moved off of me.
“One time,” she says, holding her finger up while I take in her toned stomach. “That's all this is. One time between you and me to get each other out of our system.”
She shimmies out of her shorts first, inadvertently giving me a show as her tits jiggle, and I take it all in. Her hips. Her thighs. Her goddamn ass in that thong. Then she tosses her shirt over her head and unclasps her bra. Her tits are...magnificent.
“Sure, one night,” I agree almost deliriously.
Hey, I got her this far, I’m sure I can convince her for another round after this.
Without giving me a show, she rolls her thong off and tosses it across the room behind her. Normally, I’d watch where it’s gone so I can find it in the morning, but I’m too distracted by her perfectly shaven pussy to do anything else except stare.
My mouth waters, and I swear I can almost hear her pussy calling to me.
Taste me, Jay. Eat me until I’m screaming again.
“I want to, baby. I want to,” I whisper as I take my shirt off.
Ally's gaze traces down my abs to the edge of my shorts.
With her lips pressed into a straight line, she makes her way back to me and pushes my shorts and boxers down my thighs simultaneously, which only serves to make my dick bounce against my stomach.
Silence.
She’s staring. Not quite in awe, but also not disappointment. It’s blank as though she’s doing her best to take it all in.
Her lips open and close, then she shakes her head.
“Everything okay?”
“No,” she says frantically. “You didn’t tell me you were pierced.”
“Is that a problem?”
She leans down, studying it so closely that if I shifted my hips just little, she’d be kissing it. Then she wraps a hand around my cock, making me groan.
“Yes. I’ve never slept with a guy with a dick piercing, much less one that looks like this,” she says, studying the two piercings. “How does it even work?”
Her thumb gently strokes part of the piercing, following the barbell over the head of my cock until she finds the next one. She does it four times.
“It’s called a magic cross.”
She lifts her brow, and glares at me with the anger I'm so used to. “Please don’t tell me you got this because your last name is Cross?”
“Guess I won’t say anything, then.”
When her gaze meets mine, I’m not disappointed.
Disdain. She hates that she likes me and my magic cross piercing.
“Hurt like hell to get done, and I couldn’t have sex for months, but I’m all good now.”
“Well, I hope it was worth it.” She squeezes my dick as she says it, making me hiss and grab the cushions.
Fuck this feels so good and she’s not even trying.
“You could always try it out and give me your thoughts. I’m good with feedback.”
She shuts me up with a kiss, then she swings a leg over me, straddling my lap and settling down. Not inside… just on top. Her slick heat slides along my cock, bare and maddening, her folds parting around me as she rocks. A slow grind that's torture.
“Ally—” I groan, fingers digging into her waist. “You’re gonna kill me.”
“That’s the plan,” she whispers against my jaw, rolling her hips again, dragging her core along the length of me until the tip catches right at her entrance. She pauses there. Hovering. Breathing hard.
Then she reaches down between us, fingers wrapping around me. She lines me up—slow, deliberate—and sinks just the head inside. My breath punches out of me. She does it again, a little deeper. Testing the stretch. Testing my sanity.
Her eyes meet mine when she finally takes me all the way.
So tight. So perfect.
We both groan, and her head falls back when I’m fully inside her.
“What about a condom?” I ask, gripping her hips.
“I’m on the pill,” she says with her eyes closed and this small, contented smile on her face.
“You feel so good.” Her voice is so light as she starts to rock against me. Each roll of her hips drags the piercing against her from the inside, right where she feels it the most.
“So do you, Doc. So fucking tight and wet for me.”
The metal presses upward on every stroke, stroking the spot that makes her gasp. I feel her walls clench when it hits, and it's like her body is trying to pull me in even deeper.
“Right there,” I breathe, holding her hips steady as she sinks down again. “You feel that? The cross rubbing you right on that spot?”
She nods, a broken little sound leaving her throat as she circles her hips. When she rocks forward, her breath stutters with sharp, shocked pleasure. She grinds down harder, chasing it, like she finally found exactly where it hits and refuses to stop.
“I can feel—that—every time.”
Her thighs tremble around my hips, chasing the pressure, but anytime my thigh flinches, she changes positions.
Fucking hell.
Even in the heat of the moment, she’s acting with the utmost professionalism.
That’s not what I want. I want to drive her so wild; she won’t be able to walk straight in the morning.
I kiss a path across her skin, open-mouthed and hungry, while my arms wrap around her and my hand finds the end of her braid.
I slide my fingers down the length of it first, feeling each woven section like I’m getting to know it, getting to know her.
She shivers. Her breathing changes. Her heart feels frantic beneath my mouth, and I kiss along her chest again because I want to memorize the sound she makes when she can’t pretend she doesn’t want me.
She cries out my name, and her tight little pussy clenches around me again. My cock throbs deep inside her, pulsing, right against that spot the piercing keeps grinding into, but I hold myself back. I’m not letting go until she does.
I drag my mouth up from her chest to the hollow of her throat, pressing her body closer as I fist her braid. I use it to guide her posture, tilting her head back so her neck falls back, her spine arches, and her hips shift forward. The change in angle drives me deeper.
She gasps, and I smile against her skin.
“That’s it,” I breathe against her throat. “Feel good?”
She whimpers in response, so I pull the braid just a fraction tighter.
Her nails rake over my shoulders, and I feel her clench hard around me. The pressure spikes up my spine, the pain from her nails and the sweet, unbearable pleasure of her body gripping me both hitting at once. The pain grounds me. The pleasure nearly knocks me out.
“I like that,” she whispers, voice already gone. “Don’t stop.”
That’s all I need.
I tighten my grip in her braid, a fraction more, and her reaction is immediate—her thighs shaking, her body rolling down onto me like she’s not choosing anymore. A little pain with the pleasure. A little grounding with the high. It hits her the same way it hits me.
“Jay, I’m-”
That’s all she gets out before she comes around me, triggering my own orgasm.
It’s feral, it’s obsessive. It’s everything.
Once the stars have subsided in my vision, Ally pushes back to the couch following me down.
We’re sticky from sweat and I can feel my cum seeping out of her, but she makes no effort to move. In fact, she closes her eyes and rubs her cheek against my chest, getting comfortable.
“Shouldn't we clean up, Doc?” I whisper as my fingers trace up and down her spine.
She shakes her head, keeping her eyes closed. “Not yet. Just let me enjoy this.”
It’s not long before I hear her deep breathing and realize I’m not far behind.
Ally sleeping on top of me with my dick still inside her after the best sex of my life.
Yeah… I could get used to this.